Chapter 223 - 222: What’s Wrong With One More Person Protecting Our Baby?

Fang Xu froze.

’Are they really going for the finishing blow?’

Forgetting its planned sneak attack, it hurriedly hid behind Wang Qian.

Wang Qian cried out in shock and anger, "Chief, what are you doing!"

Just as Xi Yu was about to stab Fang Xu, he was blocked.

His tentacle touched Wang Qian, who was shielding the body, and he silently withdrew it.

Wang Qian maintained her stance like a mother hen protecting her chick, her voice agitated. "I know you’re the Chiefs, and I’m grateful and I respect you, but can’t you be more careful! My brother isn’t a Soul Ghost Body."

The corners of Fang Xu’s mouth turned up as it looked smugly at Ling Yanzhi.

Its voice was shielded from everyone else, entering only Wang Qian’s ears.

’No matter how high they stand, they’re just puppets of the Alliance. Look at them. They don’t care about your life or your brother’s at all.’

Fang Xu didn’t have much energy left, and its voice was intermittent: ’Protect... your brother. He’s... your only family. You have to... protect him. These... despicable nobles... they’ll definitely take your brother away later. They’ll say it’s for an examination, but they might secretly... kill him behind your back.’

Ling Yanzhi didn’t even lift his gaze.

His form flickered in an instant, bypassing Wang Qian and piercing straight through Fang Xu’s body.

Ling Yanzhi was getting annoyed. He was about to just roll Wang Qian up and toss her aside to stop her from pestering him relentlessly.

The next second, Wang Qian’s body tensed. She stood up, a dazed look in her eyes. "He’s not my brother."

She shook her head. "I have two brothers. I don’t have just one."

Fang Xu’s twisted, residual soul was completely shredded.

’So what if she has two brothers! Am I not a brother? Is the point that there are two of them? Shouldn’t the point be to protect her brother?’

Even in death, Fang Xu couldn’t understand why humans were so hard to brainwash.

’Humans are so stupid.’

’They can’t even understand the language of souls.’

’Too bad I won’t get the chance to tell the Leader about this discovery.’

’The Leader definitely doesn’t know humans can be this stupid!’

Lin Yu hurried over. "Chief."

He had brought many people with him. Walking past the dazed Wang Qian, he asked, "These people?"

Ling Yanzhi glanced at Wang Qian, whose eyes were still vacant. "When a High-level Soul Ghost Body resurrects, it uses the aura of death on these bodies as a cover to parasitize them a second time."

Wang Qian lowered her head, her eyes turning red.

Lin Yu understood. He waved his men forward. "Burn them."

Ling Yanzhi looked away, not wasting any more time on Wang Qian. ’As long as she doesn’t make a scene, it’s fine. If she really starts trouble, I’ll just have to knock her out.’

He and Xi Yu searched the entire school but didn’t find the main leader.

Ling Yanzhi’s expression was unsurprised. "Either they ran, or Fang Xu was in charge here from the very beginning."

Xi Yu tapped Yang Zhang’s head.

Yang Zhang lifted its body and produced a small apple with its two claws.

The little apple had been nestled against its belly, and it was cool to the touch.

Xi Yu took two bites, his cheeks puffing out slightly. "This is just one of their bases. It might even be the smallest one."

Ling Yanzhi had the same suspicion, but he was unwilling to dwell on it.

Although he was only a year younger than Xi Yu.

No matter how much he had experienced, he was still only twenty-two.

Even though they had brilliantly completed many missions for the Alliance, Ling Yanzhi didn’t want to shoulder such a heavy burden so soon.

A school with tens of thousands of people, thousands of them Awakeners, all parasitized just like that. Even if the Awakeners were generally not high-Level, the sheer number was terrifying enough.

In a one-on-one fight, he and Xi Yu were absolutely invincible.

But against a mob... Forget tens of thousands; even a few thousand could wear him down to his death.

Ling Yanzhi ran through scenarios in his mind over and over.

Before he met Jian Yu, he hadn’t been a particularly considerate person.

He was young and impetuous, arrogant and self-confident, looking down on everyone and never paying much attention to details.

Suppose he hadn’t known today that Fang Xu would resurrect. His enemy would only have needed to leave the dead body and launch a sneak attack the moment he let his guard down...

He wouldn’t have died, but he definitely would have been injured from underestimating his foe.

Once injured, his power would stagnate. His Spirit Domain and soul domain would also suffer a heavy blow. Not only would he be unable to expand his soul domain and increase his spiritual power, but he might also never be able to evolve for the rest of his life.

In the most severe cases, he could even be forcibly parasitized by a Soul Ghost Body.

Fang Xu wasn’t hard to deal with.

But what if a few 3S Rank Soul Ghost Bodies showed up?

Seven 3S Awakeners had appeared all at once.

Could there also be seven, or even more, 3S Rank Soul Ghost Bodies?

Ling Yanzhi’s thoughts scattered, and he could barely pull them back.

Xi Yu squatted down to look at him. "Do you really like catching the breeze on the rooftop this much? Ayan, it’s giving me a headache."

Ling Yanzhi looked down at the orderly yet silent crowd below. "I met her for the first time on a rooftop."

That was the first time he felt like the world was actually in motion.

Ling Yanzhi turned around and leaned his back against the railing. The wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and a touch of melancholy entered his casual expression.

He lowered his gaze. "Sometimes, I really want to beat you to death."

Xi Yu said sullenly, "Me too, Ayan."

He gloomily finished the last bite of the apple, and that sinister, malevolent-ghost-like aura washed over him.

Yang Zhang snuggled on Xi Yu’s head to block the wind, covering Xi Yu’s forehead with its claws.

"..." Ling Yanzhi let out a soft sigh, his gaze unfocused.

’I always thought I was the first.’

’But it turns out...’

Si Xu says: ’I was the first one to know Jian Yu.’

Sheng Yue says: ’I was the first one to hold Jian Yu.’

Xi Yu says: ’Jian Yu came looking for me at the beginning.’

Pei Yin says: ’Jian Yu deliberately seduced me.’

’I can’t sort it out. It’s too messy.’

’In any case, Jian Yu can’t seem to refuse anyone.’

’Oh, except for low-level types like Yan Yu.’

Ling Yanzhi felt both fortunate and disappointed.

Xi Yu suddenly called out, "Feifei."

Ling Yanzhi snapped back to his senses.

He raised an eyebrow, watching Duan Feiye approach with an elegant gait.

’Here comes another Princess Feifei.’

’Honestly, each one is more of a headache than the last.’

Ling Yanzhi’s eyelids drooped slightly as he watched the newcomer with half-closed eyes. "Where’s Si Xu?"

Duan Feiye chuckled lightly. "He’s down below, comforting those poor wretches who had fallen into despair."

Ling Yanzhi raised his eyes slightly. "Done with the act?"

Duan Feiye just chuckled, his gaze gentle, looking every bit the refined gentleman.

Xi Yu had no reaction. He had always known that Duan Feifei was a hypocrite.

Take Yan Qin, for example.

It wasn’t that Duan Feiye was unaware of Yan Qin’s ambitions and petty schemes; he just didn’t care. He couldn’t be bothered, because he didn’t give a damn whether Yan Qin lived or died in the end.

If Sheng Yue’s exterior was cold and aloof, then Duan Feiye’s true nature was undoubtedly indifference.

If Yan Qin lived, he would toss her a house like he was shooing away a beggar, calling it "compensation" for a nice touch.

If Yan Qin died, he would at most let out a brief sigh before forgetting all about it.

Duan Feiye’s personality was shaped by his family, making it difficult to change.

Xi Yu didn’t want to get involved either. His mindset was simple: as long as someone’s hypocrisy and schemes weren’t directed at him, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

Duan Feiye’s gaze shifted slightly as he initiated a conversation. "How many does Jian Yu have now?"

Xi Yu’s ears perked up. "Our baby?"

"Mhm." A smile played on Duan Feiye’s lips. "How many men does our baby have? I’d like to know where I rank."

Xi Yu raised his hand and lashed out at Duan Feiye with a tentacle whip.

Duan Feiye dodged, the claw scraping past his arm.

He tilted his head. "Wouldn’t it be better to have one more person protecting our baby? Look at today, how dangerous it was."