191: Why?

"Chu... Yuan?" Guo Ming was dazed, his pupils darkening for a split second.

But as energy erupted from the sword's edge, they completely lost their luster... Feng Zhao and the other two weren't surprised either.

Guo Ming had been lost for so long; it would have been strange if there wasn't a problem!

Given the strength the enemy displayed, how could they have let him live until they arrived?

Besides, how did he know the enemy was after Chu Yuan?

When fighting others, would the opponent really shout out their target for the whole world to hear?

Chu Yuan was actually thinking more about Tian Tian.

How similar was Guo Ming's situation just now to Tian Tian's back then? It was just at a slightly higher level.

Although his Divine Sense couldn't be released for investigation, with his attainment in Soul Law, he could still tell if a Soul was affected by looking closely... Sun Meng sighed inwardly; Guo Ming was simply too indecisive.

If he had decisively self-detonated when things turned sour, he might have achieved some results instead of dying so pathetically.

In the subsequent handling of his clansmen, Chu Yuan would also grant leniency as appropriate... but that was provided Chu Yuan could get out alive... "I don't understand, why do you always target me?" Chu Yuan asked, puzzled.

He had encountered two assassination attempts in total: this one, and the one in Xiyun City when the Jianmu Project began... both were organized by the Nightmare Insect Clan.

Yet he clearly hadn't done much to provoke them.

Even in the Outer Heaven Battlefield, at most, he only had a significant grudge against the Crystal Fire Clan... Why was the Nightmare Insect Clan so proactive?

In terms of lethality and threat, many powerhouses had caused far greater losses to the Nightmare Insect Clan than he had! Why go through the thankless task of assassinating him?

The Seventh Realm isn't something that can just easily infiltrate Earth Star. This wave of experts before him must be the result of many years of operation by the Nightmare Insect Clan.

Just because of him, they had all exposed themselves!

Even if they really killed him, it would definitely lead to a massive liquidation by the Zhenwu Bureau later... Was this trade-off worth it?

"The Human Race is absolutely not allowed to have a second Soul Great Master... Kill!"

The thin, small Nightmare Insect Clan member floating at the very top shook the antennae on his head.

Originally, their understanding of Chu Yuan came from the failed operation in Xiyun City and his performance on the Outer Heaven Battlefield.

To ensure absolutely no mistakes, they had activated such a powerful lineup!

Five Seventh Realm members of their own race, three Seventh Realm Weirds, two Seventh Realm Nightmare Pupil Martial Artists... and four Seventh Tier Desolate Demons!

They had even set up a grand array in advance to seal off Chu Yuan's Soul techniques!

Everything was done to leave no future troubles... but looking at it now, it was fortunate they had done so.

Otherwise, they really might not have been able to keep Chu Yuan here... "Kent, you answer this question."

"Teacher, I think..."

Dikin listened patiently, then frowned and asked, "Do you think your answer is correct?"

"Uh... no..."

"How did you judge that?"

"From your expression..."

"..." Dikin was speechless, only able to comfort himself in his heart that they were just a bunch of children... "When you walk outside, you will sometimes encounter some troublesome situations."

"Usually, to avoid greater trouble, I teach you to impersonate Martial Artists from the Zhenwu Bureau."

"But some are quickly seen through. Why?"

"Teacher, I know the answer to this question!"

"Good, Neil, you tell us."

A young girl with small freckles stood up and cleared her throat: "Last month I encountered the situation you mentioned, Teacher, and was stopped by a group of inspecting Martial Artists."

"At that time, I took out my ID and said, 'Friend, I'm from the Zhenwu Bureau, give me some Face'... The other party didn't even look at the ID before they started attacking me!"

Someone spoke up: "It must be because your disguise wasn't perfect enough!"

"No!" Neil shook her head: "I later met a real member of the Zhenwu Bureau."

"When he faced an inspection, it went like this... 'Are you blind?! I'm from the Zhenwu Bureau, now get lost!'"

"Hahahahaha..."

Neil's imitation was vivid, and a burst of laughter erupted.

Dikin tapped on the table and said gently, "Alright, alright, don't laugh."

"This teaches us that no matter the time, never take it for granted and act solely according to your own ideas."

"Observe more..."

At that moment, Dikin's expression suddenly changed.

He turned his head to glance at the pale yellow sky outside the window, then turned back to his group of students and said, "That's all for today. Go back, children."

"Cultivate hard... and be careful to stay hidden."

"Goodbye, Teacher!"

Ripples lit up on the ground, and the boys and girls disappeared one by one.

Dikin watched them leave with a look of cherish, as if looking at pieces of rare treasure... These children were ones he had hand-picked from across the Western Continent.

He taught them cultivation and imparted knowledge, hoping they could one day become powerful... Dikin had once read in ancient books that in ancient times, there were hundreds of large and small countries in the world.

Among them, Great Qin was the sovereign of the Eastern Continent... while on the Western Continent, there had existed a country that was not at all inferior to Great Qin, and even surpassed it in certain fields!

At that time, they were known as the two poles of the world!

But the era of Martial Arts had abandoned them... Dikin did not hate Great Qin. In the beginning of his quest for history, he had even thought 'why'?

But as he grew stronger and acquired more knowledge;

He also knew that if not for Great Qin, the humans on the Western Continent would have gone extinct long ago.

But this didn't stop him from wanting to make the Western Continent flourish again... and these children were the 'seeds' he was looking for... Eastern Martial Arts didn't seem to suit the Physiques of the Western people.

However, the legacies within the Desolate Demon Secret Realm could be cultivated... Once the classroom was completely empty, Dikin wiped his hands.

Pale yellow mist drifted out, forming what looked like a mirror in the Void Realm.

The scene in the mirror... was exactly Chu Yuan and the others being surrounded!

He fell into deep thought. Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, in the Western Continent, especially in the Desolate Demon Secret Realm, fighting each other was perfectly normal.

Dikin was just considering whether he should intervene.

Although he had once been kicked to death by Chu Yuan like a stray dog on the roadside and seemed to have no capital to participate in this great battle;

That was in the outside world after all... whereas the Desolate Demon Secret Realm was his home turf...