88: Holiday ends

The long holiday ended, and Kunlun Cultivation Academy was once again filled with a lively atmosphere.

Shancheng Station.

Shen Miao dragged her suitcase, standing in front of the ticket gate.

"Brother, I'm leaving. You should head back."

Shen Lin stood in front of her, his body tall and straight, the previous air of decadent completely gone.

After the cleansing of the Body Strengthening Pill, his Physique far surpassed ordinary people's. His broken arm was not only as good as new, but his entire being exuded a vibrant spirit.

He reached out, habitually wanting to pat his sister's head.

"Take good care of yourself at school. Don't save money. Your brother is now..."

He was halfway through his sentence when Shen Miao subtly tilted her head, avoiding his hand.

Shen Lin's hand froze in mid-air, a little awkward.

He retracted his hand, scratched his head, and sighed inwardly, realizing his sister had truly grown up and was no longer the little girl who used to follow him around.

"I know, Brother. You're now the director of Tianhong Group's Shancheng branch. Very impressive, aren't you?" Shen Miao had a perfectly natural smile on her face.

"You mischievous girl, making fun of me now." Shen Lin shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of doting affection. "Alright, go on in. The train is about to depart."

"Mm."

Shen Miao nodded, turned, and dragged her suitcase towards the ticket gate... Shancheng First Advanced Private Hospital, VIP ward.

"Ah! Don't come over! Don't come over!"

Chen Cong suddenly sprang up from the bed, cowering in the corner, tightly covering his head with a blanket, his body trembling like a sieve.

The curtains swayed in the wind, making a soft "rustling" sound.

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost! Dad! Save me!" He let out a desperate shriek.

The ward door was pushed open, and Chen Tianhong, the chairman of Tianhong Group, walked in quickly, followed by a group of doctors and nurses.

Seeing his son in such a state, Chen Tianhong's heart ached beyond measure.

"Cong'er! Cong'er, don't be afraid! It's Dad!"

He rushed over to hug his son, but Chen Cong pushed him away.

"You're fake! You're all fake! You all want to harm me!" Chen Cong's eyes were bloodshot, filled with terror and confusion.

The doctors were at a loss and could only give him a sedative injection.

As the medication took effect, Chen Cong's struggles gradually subsided, and he fell into a lethargy, but his brows remained tightly furrowed, and he still mumbled, "Don't kill me."

Chen Tianhong walked out of the ward, exhausted, and pleaded with a middle-aged man in a cloth gown beside him.

"Great Master Liu, you must save my son! Money is not an issue. As long as you can make him better, I'll pay any amount!"

For the past half-month, he had sought out all the famous Great Masters and Masters in Shancheng, but they were all helpless.

This Great Master Liu was his last hope.

The middle-aged man, referred to as Great Master Liu, held an old cloth banner in his hand. He gazed at the lethargy Chen Cong in the ward and spoke after a long silence.

"Chairman Chen, your son's condition is not an illness, nor is it possession by an evil spirit."

"Then what is it?" Chen Tianhong asked anxiously.

"It's a technique someone used, a technique I cannot comprehend or resolve." Great Master Liu shook his head, a hint of apprehension on his face. "The other party is an all-powerful individual. He planted a... Karma cycle Formation on your son."

"Karma cycle?" Chen Tianhong didn't understand.

"Evil thoughts lead to Hell. Good thoughts lead to peace," Great Master Liu slowly said. "Unless your son can achieve great enlightenment and wholeheartedly pursue good from now on, even immortals cannot save him."

"This... how is this possible!" Chen Tianhong despaired.

He knew his own son's character better than anyone.

Making him wholeheartedly pursue good? That was harder than killing him!

Great Master Liu sighed and put away his cloth banner.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Chen, I cannot take this job. I'll take my leave."

With that, he turned and left without delay.

Chen Tianhong collapsed onto a long bench in the corridor, his face filled with despair.

Inside the ward, the lethargy Chen Cong suddenly began to convulse again. He was crying, repeatedly muttering a single sentence.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... I won't dare to do it again... Please, let me go..."

He regretted it immensely. If time could flow backward, he would never have provoked that man named Shen Lin.

No, he would have stayed far away from that man's sister.

Kunlun Academy, Dean's Office.

Li Heng leaned back in his chair, his fingertips gently tracing through the Void Realm. Dozens of light screens appeared before him, displaying summaries of the students' activities during the holiday.

Lin Xiao slayed demons in Gusu, shaking the authorities.

Shen Miao avenged her brother, Xie Wangsheng killed with intent to destroy.

Fang Yuan acted heroically in Jiangcheng, single-handedly sweeping through a gang.

Han Li, Liu Lian, and sixteen others used their Physical Bodies to stop a high-speed train, livestreaming the slaying of evil Cultivators... One by one, these incidents showed that this group of students had already begun to take on the rudimentary form of Cultivators.

They were decisive, courageous, and began to understand the responsibility that came with power.

But Li Heng's expression was not relaxed.

From Daoist name's memories and official intelligence, the students had so far only encountered some insignificant stragglers.

The true threat far exceeded their imagination.

"It seems necessary to give these little guys a lesson in advance."

Li Heng murmured to himself.

He closed the light screens and decided that once all students returned to school, he would immediately call a full class meeting.

He had to make them clearly understand that what they were about to face was not a small-scale demon-exterminating and Dao-defending effort, but a war capable of engulfing all of human civilization.

At the same time.

Modu, Lujiazui Financial Center, the top floor of a skyscraper.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling night view of the entire city.

A young man in a white suit was swirling the red wine in his glass. He had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor.

Across from him, a woman sat on the sofa.

She wore a fiery red long dress, her figure alluring, her beauty exquisite, every movement exuding a fatal temptation.

"Qingxia Temple was raided, and the Blue Bar's stronghold was also dismantled."

The woman's voice was pleasant, with a hint of languor.

"Just a bunch of Qi Condensation stage trash. If they died, they died." The young man was indifferent. "However, those students who suddenly appeared are quite interesting."

"Just a bunch of kids. Are they even worth your attention?" The woman chuckled softly.

"We cannot underestimate them." The young man walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic below.

"Humans in this era have developed technology too quickly. Their weapons are already enough to pose a threat to us. Directly launching a war is not a wise choice."

The woman stood up and walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Then what is your plan?"

The corner of the young man's mouth curved into a cruel smile.

"It's very simple."

"First, let them fall into chaos themselves."

"War, plagues, hatred, fear..."

He stretched out his hand, as if to grasp the entire city in his palm.

"When humanity wails in natural and man-made disasters, and prays for divine salvation in despair, we will descend as gods."

"By then, they will willingly offer everything, becoming our most devout followers, and our most delicious... sustenance."

His plan was to pave a red carpet for the arrival of the Ancient Great Demons for the entire world.