Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

"Who is it?!"

The Taoist priest abruptly stood up, shattered jade pendants from his waist scattering across the floor. He stared down at the jade fragments, his body trembling violently. His voice, hoarse and savage, filled with boundless rage, echoed throughout the secret chamber: "Who killed my pet dragon?! They deserve to die! They truly deserve to die!"

This evil dragon from the Xuan Yin Cold Pool is not a wild ferocious beast, but a pet and magical artifact that he has carefully raised and refined over a hundred years. It is an important aid for him to collect Xuan Yin energy and assist in his cultivation.

He sealed the dragon in the Xuan Yin Cold Pool, allowing it to absorb the pure Yin energy at the bottom of the pool and continuously cultivate and grow stronger, all so that he could refine it for his own use in the future and improve his own cultivation.

Over the years, it's not that no one has tried to take advantage of the dragon, but everyone who dared to do so was killed. The weak were swallowed whole by the dragon, while the powerful were personally dealt with and wiped out by it.

This is how the dragon has been able to remain safely in the icy pool for so many years. Otherwise, how could a dragon survive in this world without being killed?

Everything has a reason; the dragon belongs to someone!

That dragon-shaped jade pendant was the life-bound connection between him and the evil dragon. If the pendant was intact, it meant that the evil dragon was safe and sound; if the pendant was broken, it meant that the evil dragon was dead.

A century of hard work has gone to waste, and his carefully cultivated support has been killed. This rage is enough to make him lose his mind.

"Dare to kill my dragon, no matter who you are, no matter where you are in the world, I will kill you! I will grind you to dust! You damned thing!" The Taoist roared, his fists clenched, his knuckles white, his aura becoming increasingly violent. Cracks appeared on the walls of the secret chamber, and rubble fell off, clearly shattered by his anger and power.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart. His eyes became sinister and cold, and he had only one thought in his mind—to hunt down the murderer, take his head, and avenge the dragon.

"Guards!" the Taoist priest shouted in a deep voice, his voice penetrating the secret chamber and echoing throughout the entire Xuanzhen Temple.

As soon as the words were spoken, the door to the secret chamber was gently pushed open, and two young Taoist priests dressed in gray robes entered. They bowed respectfully and asked in a humble tone, "Master, what are your instructions?"

These two young Taoists, named Lingtai and Lingyun, were the personal disciples of the middle-aged Taoist. They had cultivated for many years and were quite powerful. They were loyal and the Taoist's most trusted people, as well as the two sharpest knives in his hands.

The middle-aged Taoist bent down and picked up the largest fragment of the dragon jade pendant from the ground. A faint trace of the evil dragon's aura remained on the fragment. He clenched the fragment tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He handed the fragments to his two disciples and said in a deep voice, "Look carefully, this is the jade pendant that was the lifeblood of the dragon I raised. Now that the pendant is broken, the dragon has been killed."

Lingtai and Lingyu received the jade pendant fragments and sensed the faint aura and sinister power remaining on them. Their expressions changed instantly, and they both looked up at their master, their eyes filled with shock: "What?! Lord Jiaolong has actually been killed?! Who dares to be so bold as to offend you, Master?!"

"No matter who it is, they won't survive!" The Taoist's tone was icy, each word carrying an undeniable killing intent. "This jade pendant fragment retains the aura of a dragon, as well as the aura of the murderer. Take this fragment and set off immediately, following the aura to hunt down the killer!"

He paused, his eyes growing increasingly sinister, and emphasized, "I want you to find the murderers, bring their heads back, and personally refine their souls, ensuring they are condemned to eternal damnation! Remember, no matter their identity, no matter their strength, even if you have to search the entire world, find them. Do not let a single one escape!"

"Disciples obey!" Lingtai and Lingyu responded in unison, their hands tightly gripping the jade pendant fragments, a hint of ruthlessness and killing intent flashing in their eyes.

They knew their master's temper well; if they failed to complete the mission, they would also suffer a terrible fate. Moreover, the slaying of the dragon meant that they would lose a powerful ally in the future, and their hearts were filled with rage.

"Master, rest assured, we will definitely follow the scent, find the murderers, and bring back their heads to avenge Lord Jiaolong!" Lingtai said in a deep voice, his tone firm and his eyes filled with killing intent.

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, his aura calming slightly, though still tinged with intense killing intent: "Go. Be careful on the road. If you encounter a situation where you are outmatched, do not fight head-on. Send me a message immediately, and I will take action personally. Remember, be quick; don't let the killer escape!"

"yes!"

Lingtai and Lingyu bowed again, turned around, took the jade pendant fragments, and quickly walked out of the secret room towards the outside of the Taoist temple.

Inside the secret chamber, the middle-aged Taoist stood still, looking down at the jade pendant fragments on the ground, his eyes filled with increasingly intense killing intent and sinister malice.

He slowly raised his hand, and a black aura of yin energy gathered in his palm. The yin energy was mixed with Taoist spiritual energy, making it look particularly eerie.

"The dragons that killed me, I will make you pay the most terrible price..." he murmured, his tone filled with violence and resentment. His aura surged again, the walls of the secret chamber collapsed completely, and the rubble buried the jade pendant fragments on the ground. His gaze, however, seemed to pierce through the mountains and landed in the direction where Lin Yuan and An Xin had gone, filled with killing intent.

At this moment, Lin Yuan and An Xin had already traveled dozens of miles away from the Xuan Yin Cold Pool and were traveling on a deserted mountain road.

The paper horse continued its steady journey, with the zombie horde following closely behind. The blood coffin remained securely placed on the carriage, its seal as firm as ever. Lin Yuan leaned against the carriage, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, his internal strength rapidly recovering. An Xin sat beside the carriage, shaking the corpse-controlling bell, her eyes warily scanning their surroundings, completely unaware that a deadly crisis was rapidly approaching them.

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