Wang Wu

In mid-May. Not a single cloud drifted in the sky, and stifling heat hung thick in the air. The Infinite Sea Corpse Vein Dragon had been completely devoured by Zhang Gangxing the previous month; the crisis had truly come to an end. After the crisis concluded, Yu Xian had specifically compiled a detailed report for Qilin, while also sending over the footage recorded by Zhang Buyao. Naturally, Zhang Buyao shot to fame. Many people were even speculating about the relationship between Yu Xian and Zhang Buyao. "A gift for you." Coming down from the second floor to the first, Yu Xian saw Zhang Buyao sprawled across the sofa like a salted fish, so he sent a file over to her. It was worth noting that while Zhang Buyao possessed an assortment of bizarre items, her favorite everyday tech gadget was a wristband. It could project a full-angle holographic screen for her, making it extremely convenient. Opening the screen, she tapped into the file Yu Xian had sent, only to discover in astonishment that he had actually recorded scenes of her fighting the Abyss creatures. "I extracted the images from my memories. You can edit them into a video and post it, or keep it as a keepsake," Yu Xian said with a smile. Delighted, Zhang Buyao said, "Thanks! Salty Fish, you're the best." "Glad you like it," Yu Xian chuckled. Zhang Buyao calling him Salty Fish had been entirely influenced by Zhang Shou and the others. The first time she learned Yu Xian's nickname was Salty Fish was when Zhang Shou and the guys visited after recovering; she had burst into laughter over it for ages, having quite a peculiar sense of humor. "By the way, did you find that Zuo Zhengzong guy?" Zhang Buyao closed the holographic screen and asked. Yu Xian shook his head. "No. It's like he vanished completely." This was baffling. He had asked Auntie Number Two, but even she didn't know where Zuo Zhengzong had run off to. He had wondered whether Zuo Zhengzong might actually be dead. After all, with the Life-Death Reincarnation ability, Zuo Zhengzong could only use it three times a year. What if his capture of Zuo Zhengzong had coincided with the final attempt? If so, when Zuo Zhengzong was affected by the Abyss creature's power and died, that would truly have been the end of him once and for all. However, that raised another question: both he and Zhang Buyao knew Zuo Zhengzong was dead, so theoretically Auntie Number Two should have told him that Zuo Zhengzong was dead. Yet Auntie Number Two had offered no answer at all. "Then don't dwell on it. Even if he can grow endlessly stronger, he can't get very powerful in a short time. You have so many treasures now, plus Tiangangxing—handling him would be a walk in the park. No big deal," Zhang Buyao comforted him. "Zhang Gangxing" was, after all, a thing of the past. Yu Xian had thus renamed him Tiangangxing and stationed him in the dead world to guard the densest cluster of spatial rifts. As long as those rifts remained unrepaired, Tiangangxing would stand watch there to block any outsider from entering this world. …… …… Yanjing Vocational and Technical College. Inside a Jingjing Room, Zhou Qingmei was practicing her swordsmanship frantically. The Nine Revolutions Sword Scripture was purely a mental cultivation technique; her sword forms were pieced together from other styles. 'Yu Xian has grown stronger again. And when I saw Nora at school a few days ago, she'd gotten so strong too. I have to work harder if I ever want to catch up to them.' Zhou Qingmei calmed her mind and thrust her blade continuously, surrounding herself with a dazzling flurry of sword light. Back when Nora sparred with her, Nora had needed items just to hold her ground, and had only won because of those items. But when Zhou Qingmei saw Nora a few days ago, she felt she was no match for Nora at all anymore. She trusted her instincts, fully aware that Nora had reached a realm beyond her grasp. Just then, the door of the Jingjing Room was gently pushed open. A silver-haired young man stood outside, watching Zhou Qingmei practice. Only after she completed her routine did he speak: "Your mind is impure, which is why your progress with the Nine Revolutions Sword Scripture is so slow. Besides, your sword intent is too dull. I suggest you head out into the wild more often—slaughter, fight. Between life and death, you might still have a chance to grasp the true brilliance of the Nine Revolutions Sword Scripture. Otherwise, this is as far as you'll ever go in your life." "Who are you?" Zhou Qingmei looked at the silver-haired young man warily. "Jingjing Room" was actually short for "Jingjin Meditation Room." Because jin and jing sounded very similar and created a tongue-twister, it had simply been renamed the Jingjing Room later on. Yanjing Vocational and Technical College had many Jingjing Rooms. Students could apply for them and ponder techniques and moves in isolation—a place for secluded cultivation. Normally, unless students opened the door themselves, no teacher or student would disturb them. The silver-haired young man stood in the doorway and looked at Zhou Qingmei, saying indifferently, "You can call me Teacher Tang. Sadly... I arrived too late." "Arrived too late? What do you mean?" Zhou Qingmei asked, puzzled. The silver-haired young man shook his head and turned away. "Practice hard. The Nine Revolutions Sword Scripture is a rare scripture in this world. All you need to do is trust it. And... don't overthink." With that, the young man walked away. Zhou Qingmei stood inside, silent for a moment before muttering, "Weirdo... talking in riddles..." Still, she kept his words in mind. Was the Nine Revolutions Sword Scripture really that powerful? And his suggestion—she felt a stirring of temptation. Should she venture out into the wild? …… …… Outside Yanjing Vocational and Technical College. In a milk tea shop, a young man clad in casual clothes was sipping milk tea. 'Yu Xian, I might not be able to beat you, but I can sure as hell disgust you to death! Just you wait. A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years, but I'm a petty scoundrel, and a petty scoundrel seeks revenge from morning till night!' Zuo Zhengzong set down his milk tea and sneered inwardly. Why couldn't Auntie Number Two locate Zuo Zhengzong? The reason was actually very simple: the body Zuo Zhengzong possessed was named Liu Xinhui. However, Zuo Zhengzong didn't know the body's original name. Furthermore, after reviving, he left the coast, traveled through various places to Yanjing, and named himself Wang Wu. Thus, anyone who knew him only knew him as Wang Wu. No one knew where "Zuo Zhengzong" was. Because nobody knew Zuo Zhengzong; they only knew Wang Wu. Under these circumstances, truly no one knew the answer, so naturally Auntie Number Two didn't either. The reason Zuo Zhengzong had come to Yanjing was very simple: he needed a good body as his next target for possession. He actually hadn't wanted to possess Liu Xinhui's corpse at all. At the time, his death had been so sudden that he had had no choice. He could only search for a corpse at top speed, ultimately finding this body, which had been soaked in seawater and was already beginning to turn into a zombie. This corpse had no abilities whatsoever. In life, he had merely been an ordinary person who was unlucky enough to be by the sea, only to be invaded by the corpse qi of the Infinite Sea Corpse Vein Dragon and drop dead on the spot. After possessing it, he had considered how to proceed in the future. This year, he still had one remaining chance to possess a body, and it had to be used where it counted most. The best approach was to prepare a corpse in advance—preferably one he knew well. Now came the question: Where was he supposed to get a corpse that he understood, and that possessed both ability and potential?