143: Chapter 143 We'll Actually Meet Again

Jiang You's inner monologue:

"Holy crap!!!"

"There's such a good thing?"

"Which living Bodhisattva did this? I need to set up an eternal memorial tablet for him!"

"I was just worrying about how to deal with that box! I was just worrying that if I brought it back to school and got caught, I'd die of embarrassment on the spot!"

"And now... it just got stolen by someone?"

"And it was stolen right in front of everyone! Now there's no proof!"

"Anyway, it's my mouth, so I'll just say the box contained essence blood and space source crystal. I've never heard of any underwear or anything like that!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Thanks to nature's gift! Thanks to that unknown kind-hearted thief!"

"You didn't just steal my box, you stole my worries and stole away my crisis of public embarrassment!"

Jiang You was happy inside, but had to keep up his act.

He sniffed, looked up with grief, and said to Teacher Shen Qing:

"Teacher Shen Qing... you must help me catch that thief..."

"I hate him so much... really..."

I'd love to kiss him to death!

One hour ago: Mist Swamp, on the edge of the battlefield in the shadows.

The last surviving high-ranking member of the Wusheng Divine Sect, Plum Blossom Three, was shivering behind a giant rock.

He was currently in stealth mode, not daring to breathe.

Everything that happened just now was like a nightmare.

That masked Faceless Man, like a god or demon, slaughtered the Tier 5 Great Demon Poison Python—which they relied on—like he was chopping vegetables, and even dared to go head-to-head against three human Grandmasters!

"Too... too strong..."

Plum Blossom Three looked at the thunder dragon in the sky, his eyes full of fanaticism and awe:

"This is a true miracle!"

"This lord... is definitely the deepest hidden trump card of our Wusheng Divine Sect!"

Just then, his gaze accidentally caught a silvery box.

A bolt of lightning flashed through Plum Blossom Three's mind.

"I remember now!"

"That kid was hugging this box tightly before, he wouldn't even let go to use the bathroom!"

"And..."

Plum Blossom Three's eyes became extremely wise and sharp:

"Old Five is dead, and the mission is completely ruined."

Plum Blossom Three gritted his teeth, a flash of determination in his eyes:

"If I go back empty-handed like this, the organization will definitely chop me up and feed me to the dogs!"

"No! I must do something to make up for the mistake!"

"Wealth is sought in danger!"

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the terrifying thunder dragon in the sky, even with the three Grandmasters busy playing dead.

Plum Blossom Three moved.

He pushed his stealth Supernatural Ability to the limit, moving like an invisible wind, silently sneaking along the ground.

Closer!

Even closer!

Then, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the silver suitcase.

"Got it!"

Plum Blossom Three was overjoyed, hugged the box, and without any hesitation, turned and ran!

He hugged the heavy box, panting but grinning viciously: "I'm rich! With this, I can become a hero of the Wusheng Divine Sect! Old Five, your blood didn't flow in vain!"

Plum Blossom Three's figure flickered in the mist, using the chaotic battlefield as cover, like a mouse that had stolen oil, quickly slipping toward the exit of the swamp.

With Plum Blossom Three's escape, this thrilling S-Rank Dungeon disturbance finally came to an end.

Having lost the control of the Tier 5 Great Demon Poison Python, the remaining beast tide was like a scattering of sand.

Under the thunderous methods of the three Tier 5 Grandmasters, those originally ferocious beasts were quickly dispersed or suppressed.

Principal Pang Ban, with a dark face, took his two teammates and began a carpet search.

Soon, in a hidden cave, they found the unlucky Class C homeroom teacher, Old Wang.

Old Wang had his meridians sealed by the Poison Python and was thrown in the corner like a silkworm cocoon. He was still dazed when rescued and wouldn't let go of Principal Pang's hand, crying miserably:

"Principal! That snake demon had no martial virtue! It launched a sneak attack!"

Principal Pang Ban threw him to the medical team in disgust and immediately started clearing out this "contaminated" S-Rank Dungeon.

Those Peak Fourth-Order beasts that had been hiding deep in the swamp and never discovered were unlucky this time.

Because of the Poison Python's summoning, their locations were all exposed.

They happened to run into the three angry Grandmasters.

"Surrender, or die!"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan's greatsword was pressed against the neck of a swamp giant lizard, his tone cold.

In just half an hour, the entire Mist Swamp was thoroughly swept by the three Grandmasters.

The Peak Fourth-Order beasts that could be tamed were all marked with beast-taming seals and brought back to the school to guard the gates.

Those that couldn't be tamed and were too ferocious were killed on the spot and turned into materials in the school warehouse.

Thus, the Mist Swamp S-Rank Dungeon was completely pacified.

When the last student evacuated, the original secret realm portal was temporarily closed because, due to this incident, the Mist Swamp S-Rank Dungeon might have more safety hazards.

Therefore, after joint approval by multiple departments, the Mist Swamp S-Rank Dungeon would be temporarily sealed for a three-month deep investigation and repair.

As for when it would reopen, it remains unknown for now.

And for the special training students like Jiang You who had experienced life-and-death trials, this experience in the Mist Swamp was destined to become an unforgettable memory in their lives.

This S-Rank Forbidden Zone, which had been noisy for several days, returned to its former dead silence.

The thick fog once again shrouded the land, covering the scars all over the ground.

However.

Just when everyone thought everything had settled down.

In the deepest part of the Mist Swamp, right above the huge crater where Jiang You and the Poison Python had fought.

"Buzz—"

The originally calm space suddenly rippled without warning.

Immediately after.

A hand, as white as jade but appearing as a translucent spiritual body, gently reached out from the void and grabbed the edge of space.

It was like tearing a thin piece of paper.

"Rip."

The space crack was slowly torn open.

A spiritual body emitting a hazy white light, with a blurred face but vaguely discernible as a female silhouette, floated out from the crack.

She had no physical body, hovering in mid-air, her feet not touching a speck of mud.

There was no demonic aura on her, nor any martial artist's blood energy fluctuation; what she had... was a kind of divinity that was high above, looking down on all living things, yet seemingly containing the compassion of all things.

She hovered there quietly, and her gaze pierced through layers of fog, seemingly crossing the barriers of time and space, looking far away in a certain direction.

On that face that originally had no expression, a trace of... nostalgia?

Or was it... confusion?

"Jiang."

An ethereal, misty voice that seemed not to belong to this world echoed softly in the silent swamp:

"Is it you?"

The spiritual body reached out, seemingly wanting to touch the trace of aura remaining in the air that made her feel familiar.

"I didn't expect..."

"We would actually... have a day to meet again."

Her voice grew lighter and lighter, finally turning into a sigh, and her body slowly faded, merging back into the closing space crack.

As the crack disappeared completely, the Mist Swamp fell into dead silence again.

It was as if everything just now was just an illusion.