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Chapter 67: Where Are the Students of No.2 High School?
Yu Sheng stood in the middle of the playground, his head slightly bowed, carrying a newly bought but already somewhat dirty backpack, silent.
In less than half a minute, a strong energy fluctuation came from the Security Bureau, and then...
The noise ceased.
All returned to quiet.
The Principal sat on the ground, powerless, looking at the corpses around him, including the always argumentative and meticulous director of teaching who was no longer breathing. The Principal's eyes reddened slightly as he struggled to stand up.
He looked in the direction of Zhong Yushu.
Especially at the long spear behind him, embedded with eight crystals.
"Are you a high-ranking member of Mo Pavilion?"
He leaned on his sword, his back straight.
Even though he knew his status was worlds apart from Zhong Yushu's, the obsequiousness of the past was gone.
Proud and unyielding!
"I suppose..."
Zhong Yushu nodded slightly, not objecting.
The Principal took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his breathing: "My No.2 High School, when faced with battle, did anyone cower?"
His voice was loud.
Zhong Yushu shook his head: "No."
"Could my teachers at No.2 High School be considered heroes of the human race?"
The Principal asked again.
Zhong Yushu nodded: "They could be called heroes."
"I hope Mo Pavilion... treats the descendants of these heroes well."
"I hope Mo Pavilion... takes good care of No.2 High School."
"For the upcoming period, No.2 High School will rely entirely on Mo Pavilion for supplies..."
After receiving an affirmative response, the Principal seemed to let go of all his strength, his body aching, his wounds still bleeding.
But even so, when he had just spoken on behalf of the deceased...
He had to stand!
And...
Stand tall.
"Where are the students of No.2 High School?"
He raised his head, looking at the students at the windows of the classroom building behind him, and the Principal smiled...
"Here!"
One by one, the students stood at the windows, almost roaring their reply.
"Come down and clear the battlefield."
With one more statement, the Principal slowly closed his eyes, no longer able to sustain himself, and fainted.
Zhong Yushu merely watched, refraining from suggesting that Mo Pavilion would handle the cleanup.
He understood what the Principal was thinking at this moment.
One by one, the students silently emerged from the classroom building, lifting the bodies of their teachers and the retired veterans, and arranging them neatly.
They methodically washed away every trace of blood on the playground.
When they reached the body of Liu Qingfeng, Yu Sheng stepped forward, blocking the students. He silently hoisted Liu Qingfeng's body onto his back.
His slight frame bore the weight...
He didn't leave but instead looked earnestly at Zhong Yushu: "I killed twenty-three Cult members... remember to pay, the school has surveillance."
After saying this, Yu Sheng walked away with Liu Qingfeng's body on his back.
He did not linger.
Zhong Yushu seemed to want to say something more to Yu Sheng, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately remained silent. Instead, he turned to the newly arrived Pavilion Master Lin: "Make sure the boy's bounty is sent out as soon as possible."
Pavilion Master Lin, looking puzzled, watched Yu Sheng's retreating figure.
He felt a sense of familiarity.
But he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Understood, Elder Zhong."
He nodded.
Zhong Yushu looked up at the blue sky and sighed.
"Perhaps, this is why I don't wish to recover."
"I can hardly bear to see such scenes anymore."
A hint of weariness appeared on Zhong Yushu's face. He shook his head, hands clasped behind his back, and walked away, his figure tinged with melancholy.
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His life had been filled with nothing but slaughter, constant slaughter.
Only during his time at the Veterans Camp had he experienced warmth and peace like never before.
Unfortunately, it seemed he might never have that chance again.
...
On the rooftop, that young God-Servant from Baichun clenched his teeth.
"Damn it, the target was Zhong Yushu!"
"Using me as cannon fodder?"
With a snort, he put down the binoculars, his expression dark and formidable.
"Idiots, thinking a few misfits like you could take down Zhong Yushu!"
"Fools!"
After cursing a few times, the young man took a school uniform out of his backpack, changed into it, and packed away his previous clothes before turning to leave.
...
The following day.
In every human city, television broadcasts were filled with several pieces of uplifting news.
Zhong Yushu had fully recovered from his injuries and would soon be heading to Demon-Suppressing Pass to defend humanity once again!
The Cult in Jiangbei Province had been almost completely eradicated.
An unexpected attack on Demon-Suppressing Pass by a level eight demon lord was thwarted when Elder Sun arrived early, severely injuring the attacker. This allowed humanity to counterattack and achieve a significant victory!
These three pieces of news lifted the spirits of humanity.
For a moment, the entire human race basked in a sea of joy.
Until...
Three days later, the demon race, enraged, saw two level eight demon lords jointly attack Dawn City. If not for Elder Sun's timely rescue, the city might have fallen.
Even so, the casualties were devastating.
Suddenly, the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had choked the very air, snapping humanity back to reality.
The demon race was still that formidable enemy.
And humanity was merely catching its breath.
...
Yu Sheng, however, was not focused on these external events.
Instead, he used his savings to quietly arrange a funeral for Liu Qingfeng.
It was a small affair, attended only by himself.
At the crematorium, Yu Sheng solemnly signed his name on the family member form.
He had meticulously cleaned the blood off his backpack.
Always carrying it on his back.
Inside the backpack was the blood-stained medal.
Carefully, he buried the urn containing Liu Qingfeng's ashes in the ground and erected a simple tombstone.
He thought long and hard about what to write on the tombstone.
In the end, he only inscribed "Liu Qingfeng."
Liu Qingfeng was the person Yu Sheng had been in contact with the longest since leaving Sin City.
Even now, Yu Sheng couldn't quite articulate his feelings towards him.
"Goodbye..."
Standing up, he addressed the tombstone with deep respect and a slight bow, then slung the backpack over his shoulder and silently walked away.
Just yesterday, the results had been released.
He...
Was the top scorer in the province.
Yu Sheng's name was known by everyone.
Even the top three universities had already sent out college assessment invitations to him.
Especially the military academy.
After viewing Yu Sheng's examination footage, the recruitment officer said over the phone that Yu Sheng was a natural fit for the military academy. His agility, decisiveness, and efficiency in action were exactly what they were looking for.
What they valued most was Yu Sheng's temperament.
With just a little training, he could be sent directly to the battlefield to become an outstanding soldier.
But Yu Sheng felt somewhat lost.
Because Liu Qingfeng had once mentioned during a meal that he hoped Yu Sheng would join Mo Pavilion Academy.
As of now, he had not yet received an assessment invitation from Mo Pavilion Academy.