The entire school embarks on a survival journey, starting from a primeval rainforest.

The body in his arms was warm and soft, yet it carried a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Fan instinctively steadied himself and looked down.

It was Yang Wanjun.

Her face was deathly pale, blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she had multiple wounds on her body. The most serious wound was on her left rib, where a sharp weapon had cut open the flesh, and blood was still seeping out.

"...Quick...Quickly go..." Her eyes were unfocused, her breathing rapid. When she saw Jiang Fan, her lips moved, she uttered a few words, and then she fainted.

"Senior Yang?" Jiang Fan's heart sank.

He remembered the strength of this senior student; to injure her like this, her opponent must have been formidable.

He immediately looked up in the direction she was rushing from.

Seven or eight figures emerged from the thick fog.

The leader was a dark-skinned African student who spoke broken Mandarin.

It was Duan Biao, the core henchman of the Honglu Society.

Despite being in the top twenty of the leaderboard, he is ruthless yet cautious. If things go wrong, he can retreat behind the crowd or even simply run away without any guilt.

Duan Biao also saw Jiang Fan. He paused, a look of surprise on his face, which quickly turned into a serious expression.

When Jiang Fan was making a name for himself on the East Campus, he was by Feng Peter's side and had some understanding of Jiang Fan's terrifying strength.

Even so, he couldn't back down on the spot: "So you are the famous leader of the Starfire Sect. The girl in your arms just killed one of my companions. Please hand her over to us, Jiang Fan. My Honglu Society will be eternally grateful."

kill?

Jiang Fan frowned.

Is it because of the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff incident that the two sides went to war?

But committing murder so openly and honestly seems a bit too impulsive...

Regardless of the circumstances, saving lives is the most important thing right now.

"So it's Senior Duan Biao from the Honglu Association. I've heard people mention you before." In a flash, Jiang Fan smiled knowingly, his tone quite polite. "Since it's a senior who asked, I have to give him face."

Duan Biao was taken aback. The moment he saw Jiang Fan, he thought things would take an unexpected turn, but he didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

"As expected of Leader Xinghuo, you are very righteous. Thank you very much, Jiang Fan." Duan Biao gestured with his eyes, and two members of the Honglu Society immediately stepped forward to take Yang Wanjun away from Jiang Fan.

But Jiang Fan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Senior Duan. Her name is Yang Wanjun, and she is our class assistant."

Although we've only met once or twice, we're at least acquainted. You see, she's clearly not going to make it, so why don't you give her to me?"

"Give it to you?" Duan Biao narrowed his eyes, secretly trying to figure out Jiang Fan's intentions.

"Since she killed your people, it's only right that she pays with her life..." Jiang Fan paused slightly, his tone suddenly becoming somewhat playful, "But you want her body... that's probably inhumane... If word gets out, it will damage the reputation of your Honglu Society..."

"You surnamed Jiang, you..." A boy next to Duan Biao understood the implication in Jiang Fan's words and immediately began to curse angrily.

But before he could finish speaking, he met Jiang Fan's gaze.

His gaze was cold and devoid of any emotion.

The boy instantly felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and a chill ran down his spine.

This made it impossible for him to say what followed, as if the words were stuck in his throat.

Having achieved his goal, Jiang Fan took the opportunity to grope the delicate body in his arms without restraint.

Before long, under the angry gazes of Duan Biao and the others, he stuffed the two cards, one green and one white, from Yang Wanjun's arms into his own pocket.

"Your boss, Peter Feng, invited me to join the Honglu Society last time, so we have some connections. Now I've given you what I needed to say. If you still want her body, then please do so."

"You...!" Duan Biao glared. He had chased after Yang Wanjun to kill her and take her spoils.

Now that Jiang Fan has brazenly taken away the spoils of war, and Yang Wanjun looks like she's about to die, what use is a corpse to him?

Especially since it's right under Jiang Fan's nose, if word gets out, people will think that everyone in the Honglu Association is a pervert.

Thinking of this, he suppressed his anger: "Let's go!"

Not long after they were out of Jiang Fan's sight, one of the boys next to Duan Biao asked somewhat unwillingly, "Brother Biao, I think Jiang Fan clearly wanted to save that guy surnamed Yang, why don't we fight him to the death?"

"You idiot!" Duan Biao cursed at him irritably before explaining, "If he really wanted to save Yang Wanjun, he wouldn't have needed to say he knew her. Wouldn't that just make us more wary?"

Furthermore, Jiang Fan's strength is the same as our boss's, both being level 1 spirit bodies. Even if we all attacked together, we would most likely be no match for him.

Anyway, that bitch Yang Wanjun is already badly injured. Even if she can be saved, it will take several days. In that time, I would have already broken through to the Spirit Body stage. Then, I wouldn't care whether it's Yang Wanjun or Jiang Fan; I could deal with them however I wanted.

The boy nodded thoughtfully, "Brother Biao is really considerate!"

"Hmph, you kid don't know how to use your brain. What's the point of fighting Jiang Fan to the death? Just for those two cards? You'd be better off squeezing more money out of ordinary students with that time."

Besides, among all the Sparks, only Jiang Fan has any real strength. Let him be arrogant for a while, we'll deal with him sooner or later.

Having said that, Duan Biao said no more and led the group quickly into the depths of the rainforest.

...

After watching the group disappear into the thick fog, Jiang Fan finally calmed down and began to check on Yang Wanjun's injuries.

Her clothes were soaked with blood, her face was deathly pale, and she was barely breathing.

They looked like they were about to die.

If not treated in time before the transmigration, death would almost certainly have been certain.

But given the current circumstances, there is still a glimmer of hope.

While mutated animal meat is generally ineffective against illnesses and injuries involving bones and muscles, it is quite effective against injuries involving flesh and blood.

In Jiang Fan's view, this is because the energy in the mutated beast meat enhances the cell activity of the human body, thereby greatly accelerating the recovery speed of external injuries.

This is why, despite being injured multiple times during the operations over the past few days, they were able to recover their mobility quickly.

In contrast, Chen Qingquan and Wang Youfu's injuries involved bones, which significantly reduced the effectiveness of the mutated beast meat.

He took out some crocodile meat that he had specially brought with him, tore it into pieces, and slowly stuffed it into Yang Wanjun's mouth.

This was a necessary preparation he had to make after his appetite had greatly increased; otherwise, he would suffer from extreme hunger after just one battle.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy here first.

But just then, the bushes not far from him suddenly moved.

A familiar figure rushed out from within.

The girl had a pretty face, a slender figure, and long, black hair that reached her waist. She approached cautiously and asked, "Jiang...Jiang Fan, how is Senior Yang?"