103: Chapter 103 Those rats that keep making small moves, then they should all die.

Early morning.

Qin Ding had just gone downstairs, biting into a piece of bread against the cool morning breeze. The warm milk in his hand was steaming with white vapor. He was about to rush to school, but the conversation coming from the residential park made him stop in his tracks.

"Hey, Old Li, have you heard of the He Ling Cult?"

Hearing his old friend's words, Old Li narrowed his eyes, revealing a thoughtful look.

"He Ling Cult? I think I've seen it on TV. Isn't it some evil cult suppressed by the Federation? Old Wang, that doesn't sound like a good thing."

Who would have thought that after hearing the warning, Old Wang would wave his hand dismissively, and even explain it righteously.

"Hi, it's not that spooky. This cult promotes harmonious coexistence between humans and Spirit Realms!"

"A few days ago, didn't another Spirit Realm team die in a Spirit Realm? You tell me, if we could coexist harmoniously with Spirit Realms, wouldn't that mean fewer young people dying inside?"

Upon hearing this, Old Li hesitated immediately, because he felt that what Old Wang said made sense.

If they could coexist harmoniously, then there would indeed be no need to attack and eliminate Spirit Realms, and naturally, there would be no need for so many young people to die.

"That's true. Those Spirit Realm teams are all children with parents and homes. To die in those Spirit Realms, what a pity."

"But, since it's possible not to lose lives, why does the Federation insist on labeling them an evil cult?" Old Li muttered to himself, his eyes somewhat dazed.

Hmm? What is this? He Ling Cult?

Advocating for harmonious coexistence between humans and Spirit Realms?

Passing by, Qin Ding couldn't move his feet the moment he heard this. He narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh.

"A deep blood feud, and you think 'coexistence' settles it?"

Qin Ding clenched his five fingers, his knuckles turning white. His parents and Uncle Bai were still missing, lost in that treacherous Spirit Realm. He held only absolute malice and bone-deep Killing Intent toward Spirit Realms.

"But these old men wouldn't understand this..." Qin Ding frowned, quickly swallowing the last bite of bread, a flash of ferocity in his eyes. "The He Ling Cult is clearly a cancer banned by the entire network. How would a kind old man like Old Wang know about it? Where did he hear it from?"

"Not only does he believe it, but he also intends to spread it..."

With doubts in his heart, Qin Ding adjusted his emotions and walked toward the two old men.

Chang City Administration Building.

The sun had not yet risen, but City Lord Mo Qian was already sitting in his chair, leisurely drinking hot tea, humming an unknown tune, and listening to the reports from his subordinates.

"City Lord, the Federation upper echelons are holding a meeting, investigating whether there are suitable Spirit Realm exploration teams that can come to support."

As soon as these words were spoken, City Lord Mo Qian's hand holding the tea paused. His movements stiffened for a moment before he moved again, gently placing the teacup on the desk in front of him.

Although his face was expressionless, his eyes hid a lingering exhaustion that could not be dispersed.

He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, looking at the city that had just 'awakened' outside, his tone filled with emotion.

"Spirit Realms, Spirit Realms... In the past, two or three would appear in Chang City every month. Six years, from the first Calamity Spirit Realm to now, over a hundred Spirit Realms have appeared, and more than two hundred exploration teams have died."

"But with so many Spirit Realms appearing, this is the only time a dual-beast king Spirit Realm has appeared, and it's a Sub-Dragon type, a stubborn Spirit Realm..."

Speaking of this, City Lord Mo Qian shook his head and laughed strangely. "Tsk tsk, alright, let's not talk about this."

"Just wait for the Federation's notification. Is there anything else?"

The male secretary flipped through the documents in his hand, his expression somewhat unnatural. After raising his head to scan City Lord Mo Qian's back, he continued to explain.

"Chang City, Jiang City, Zhou City, Yun City... a total of twenty Tier 3 Cities have all discovered suspected He Ling Cult personnel. They seem to be plotting against young Geniuses again."

"He Ling Cult?"

Hearing this term, City Lord Mo Qian turned around abruptly, his eyes narrowing instantly, and anger seemed to be rolling and brewing in the depths of his eyes.

"These pig-headed lunatics, do they really not know what they are doing?!"

"Peace talks with Spirit Realms, harmonious coexistence with Spirit Realms? Truly a bunch of idiots. Damn it, speak! Where in our Chang City have we discovered activity tracks similar to the He Ling Cult!"

The male secretary was forced to take a half-step back by the Killing Intent that suddenly erupted from City Lord Mo Qian, his back instantly soaked with sweat.

Honestly, he had never seen his City Lord display such Life Qi in a single day. That look in his eyes made him feel like he wanted to be hacked to death along with them.

"There are very few suspected places, but according to the reports from the Patrol Officers below, most are in the old city area. They are trying to deceive the elderly into joining the cult, and at the same time..."

The male secretary paused, his voice tightening. "At the same time, when the Patrol Officers were tracking the He Ling Cult, they accidentally heard mention of Chang City No. 1 High School."

"Perhaps... students in Chang City No. 1 High School have already made contact with the He Ling Cult, or even achieved some kind of goal."

"City Lord, should we investigate thoroughly? Or investigate secretly?"

"What? Chang City No. 1 High School?"

The anger in City Lord Mo Qian's eyes instantly solidified, turning into a bottomless chill.

"This group from the He Ling Cult, making up such twisted logic about humans and Spirit Realms coexisting... It's one thing to kill Geniuses who don't join them, but now they are setting their sights on those elderly people who know nothing and are just preparing to enjoy their twilight years?"

"What do they want to do? When the truth about Spirit Realms can no longer be hidden in the future, push these brainwashed people out as human shields?"

He turned around, his forehead resting against the cold floor-to-ceiling glass, looking at the young people eating breakfast on the street outside. The anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

Chang City No. 1 High School, No. 2 High School, No. 3 High School—these three schools are the best schools in Chang City. There is no shortage of children of Chang City officials and wealthy families, and even the most ordinary students have good family backgrounds.

And he, is the honorary principal of Chang City No. 1 High School.

Suddenly, City Lord Mo Qian seemed to remember something, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.

"Listen." He said with his back to the secretary, his voice calm enough to make one's heart palpitate. "Thoroughly investigate the whole city. From officials and wealthy merchants down to Patrol Officers, as long as they have children studying in No. 1, No. 2, or No. 3 High School, self-investigate."

"Once it is discovered that any brat in their family dares to get involved with the He Ling Cult..."

City Lord Mo Qian turned his head, his profile outlining cold and hard lines in the morning light.

"Exterminate the family, from old to young, leave no one behind."

In an instant, the male secretary hearing this turned pale, his palms sweating coldly. He didn't dare to look more, immediately bowing his head and retreating quickly.

City Lord Mo Qian stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips brushing the cold glass, looking at the bustling street outside, and sneered lightly.

"He Ling Cult... you had better not let me catch your dirty hands reaching toward the schools."