Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 1255 - 1253: Deadly Escape

When Lin Feng returned to Ding Wan’er’s side, the exam still hadn’t ended. Seeing Ding Wan’er’s worried expression, Lin Feng walked over with a smile and said, "Let’s go, the exam’s back to normal. The problem’s been dealt with."

"Dealt with? What exactly happened?" Ding Wan’er asked, clearly puzzled by Lin Feng’s words. She had asked him before, but he hadn’t explained.

"Here’s what happened. Last time, Cui Jinhao came back but failed to capture you. This time, his two senior brothers came to cause trouble. They used Divine Sense to mess with the students’ minds so they couldn’t answer questions. Just now, I dealt with the two of them." Lin Feng explained the situation clearly. He hadn’t told Ding Wan’er earlier because the specifics weren’t certain, but now that everything was resolved, he naturally wanted her to know.

"So that’s what happened!" Ding Wan’er frowned deeply upon hearing this, frustration bubbling in her chest. "Cui Jinhao is like a piece of gum stuck to my shoe—it’s impossible to shake him off! So annoying!"

Hearing Ding Wan’er complain like this, Lin Feng couldn’t agree more. "His situation is different now. He’s joined a sect and seems to be quite important. When I have time, I’ll deal with them properly. For now, I’ll arrange for someone to keep an eye on them."

After speaking, Lin Feng took out a few objects from his hand—materials he had just obtained from Pu Zhe and Jin Shi. He casually played with them while seemingly lost in thought.

Ding Wan’er, about to reply, noticed Lin Feng’s actions and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about? And what are those things in your hand?"

"I’m thinking about recent events. These materials I just got are used to set up Hidden World-like formations. They’re extraordinarily rare. Such important items suddenly showing up on those two—it’s definitely not normal."

Lin Feng fiddled with the materials in his hand as he explained to Ding Wan’er, his intuition telling him there was more to this situation than met the eye.

"Now that you mention it, it does seem suspicious. What could their goal be?"

"I can’t figure it out just yet. Here’s what I’ll do—I’ll send someone to investigate."

"I think it’s better to stay cautious. Tianhai is still unstable right now."

"No problem. Even if I send someone, it would be an Old Monster. If it’s serious, I could even have two Demon Kings handle it."

"..."

With that, Ding Wan’er and Lin Feng began chatting casually. Both agreed on one thing: this incident was definitely connected to the sect behind Cui Jinhao. However, they still weren’t clear on the sect’s intentions...

Meanwhile, in the Northern Suburbs of Tianhai City, two figures were fleeing in desperation across an expanse of wilderness.

One was an elderly man clad in a gray robe, his back riddled with wounds. One gash nearly split his back in two. His blood had already soaked through his clothes, and it was no exaggeration to say that only his remarkable strength had kept him alive; an ordinary person would have died long ago!

The other was a burly man wearing a dark blue robe, his body similarly covered in wounds, blood still gushing everywhere. This man was Qi Hai of the Second Sage Immortal Sect. The confident demeanor he once exuded was nowhere to be seen. Now, like a stray dog, he supported the elder as they fled for their lives!

"Qi Hai, how much farther until we reach Tianhai? I... I can’t hold out much longer," the pale-faced elder said wearily. Out of the entire Second Sage Immortal Sect, only he and Qi Hai had escaped. When he thought about what had happened, his expression darkened further. The mighty Second Sage Immortal Sect, reduced to such a state—it was unforgivable! Rage surged within him, making him feel like turning back to fight to the death with their pursuers.

But as the sect’s patriarch, Qi Zheng had responsibilities. The foundation of the Second Sage Immortal Sect lay in its inheritance, and Qi Hai was one of the inheritors. The other inheritor was in Tianhai. Qi Zheng had to ensure their survival. Meeting Liao Chen to pass on the sect’s legacy was the only hope for the sect to rise again!

"Patriarch, do you see that massive city up ahead? That’s Tianhai City. We’re almost there! You must hold on!" Qi Hai, half-supporting the patriarch, pointed toward the distant city, anxiety clear in his voice. The earlier events haunted him like a nightmare. Their sect had been ambushed, and all the disciples massacred. If not for the patriarch’s quick actions in escaping with him, he too would have become nothing but a corpse!

"Go! We must find Liao Chen! We have to hang on and give him these items. If the rumors about Lin Feng are true, as long as you two are alive, the Second Sage Immortal Sect will still have a chance to rise again. Neither you nor Liao Chen can afford to fail!"

Staring at the distant cityscape, Qi Zheng gritted his teeth and urged Qi Hai forward. Though utterly weak, having carried their injuries for days without rest, Qi Zheng refused to collapse. Only his iron will kept him moving.

Just as the two were about to continue fleeing, a sudden burst of sharp whooshing sounds came from behind, and their expressions changed drastically. The pursuers had caught up! Over the past days, they had fended off countless waves of enemies, but the pursuit never ceased!

Qi Hai’s face grew pale as he saw the black-clad, masked figures closing in. Neither he nor the patriarch had any strength left, and now they were cornered...

But instead of fleeing, Qi Zheng charged forward without hesitation. He didn’t use any techniques or powers—yet even without them, his mere movements could inspire terror. Qi Zheng was a peak Divine Change Realm master, and even though gravely injured, he was still leagues beyond his pursuers.

In an instant, white light surged from Qi Zheng’s hands as he activated a Secret Technique, pushing his tili to the brink. His body became a streak of light, shooting straight toward the black-clad pursuers with unimaginable speed. Each strike was meant to kill.

The black-clad pursuers panicked, attempting to flee. But their strength, which barely reached the early Infinitesimal Realm, was no match. Against even an injured Qi Zheng, escape was impossible.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

...

In mere moments, blood sprayed across the air. The attackers were killed instantly, gaping holes torn into their chests. Shock froze on their lifeless faces. Despite their Protective Gang Qi, against Qi Zheng’s might, it crumbled like paper. They had no time to see how he delivered the killing blows.

Once the black-clad men were completely eradicated, Qi Zheng collapsed to the ground, utterly drained. The effort had consumed his last morsel of strength, leaving his body on the verge of implosion.

"Patriarch!" Qi Hai cried out in alarm, rushing to Qi Zheng’s side and cradling him. His voice trembled with panic. "Patriarch, you can’t fall now!"

Qi Hai’s desperation was palpable. Qi Zheng’s survival was critical not only for him but for the remnants of the sect. If Qi Zheng perished now, everything would fall apart.

"Stop wasting your breath! Quickly, carry me to find Lin Feng!" Qi Zheng barked weakly, his expression urgent. Their sole hope now was reaching Yingbo University and locating Lin Feng before another wave of pursuers arrived. Otherwise, neither of them would survive!

"Understood!" Qi Hai nodded resolutely, understanding the stakes. Without further delay, he hoisted Qi Zheng onto his back and broke into a frantic sprint. To enhance his speed, he even activated his own Secret Technique. This was now a race against the clock; any delay and death was certain.

Qi Hai pushed forward with everything he had, carrying Qi Zheng like a whirlwind toward Yingbo University...

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"Ring ring ring..."

The loud ringing of a bell signaled the end of the exam. Students began streaming out of the testing halls, their faces filled with joy as they excitedly discussed their performance.

"Finally, a normal exam! I knew it—I said there was no way I’d fail!"

"Same here! I’m so happy. I have no idea what happened last time!"

"Yeah, I think I scored at least 90 this time!"

"Tonight’s on me—let’s celebrate!"

...

Students were overjoyed. The earlier inexplicable failures had left them frustrated, but this time, they had redeemed themselves. Confident in their answers, they felt vindicated. After all, they were from the Language Academy—how could they fail under normal circumstances? Now, without interference, they performed to their full potential, eager to silence any doubters.

Their excitement was overflowing. Some were thrilled enough to invite their peers for celebratory feasts...

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