Chapter 13 Wei Yijian
Come!
When he heard the disaster alarm at No. 15 Middle School, Cao Zhengde, director of the Public Security Bureau of Biandong City, thought he was dreaming.
It was only when the wife of the director next to him pinched him that he reacted.
It's not that he's just sitting there doing nothing or that he's incompetent, but that there has never been a major disaster in Biandong City!
Maybe there have been such incidents in history, but since the nationwide alarm system was implemented, the one in Biandong City has never been sounded.
In fact, it is not just them. Most small and medium-sized cities are like this. Only a few small cities with special reasons have experienced major disasters.
Most major disasters are concentrated in large cities.
"What's the situation now? Are there only heretics, or has a space already formed? Have the people near No. 15 Middle School been evacuated? Urgently recruit all high-level acquired martial artists and have the intermediate acquired martial artists prepare. Professor Wang from Biandong University hasn't left yet, right? Notify him immediately!"
Cao Zhengde asked as he walked out quickly, while issuing a series of orders.
Although he had never actually encountered one, drills were conducted every year. While following the procedures, Cao Zhengde prayed in his heart that it was just a heretic. Even if it was a powerful and strong heretic, it must not form a space.
Although a single heretic is enough to cause a headache, they in Biandong can still handle it. But if a space is formed...
They don't have a Grandmaster in charge in Biandong!
But how did that sentence say
If something bad is destined to happen, it will always happen.
Just as Cao Zhengde got into the car, he also received the latest information.
According to their observations from all aspects, the heretical space of No. 15 Middle School has formed!
When Cao Zhengde arrived, the cordon at No. 15 Middle School had basically been set up.
As soon as he got off the car, someone reported various situations to him. He strode inside and casually asked, "Where is Professor Wang?"
“We’re already here.”
As he was speaking, he saw a man in white training clothes.
The man was tall and slender, with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the darkness in front of him.
There should be a playground, street lights, and teaching buildings there, but now, there is only darkness.
The wind blew, and the corners of his clothes swayed gently in the wind.
Seeing him, Cao Zhengde suddenly felt relieved.
Wang Fengyang!
A half-step Grandmaster of the ninth level of Xiantian, the strongest fighting force in Biandong!
"Professor Wang!" Cao Zhengde almost rushed over as if he had seen a relative. "I'm glad you're here!"
Wang Fengyang shook his head slightly.
Cao Zhengde froze and looked at him blankly.
"The heretical space has been formed."
"Yes, yes." He knew it had been formed, and he also knew that it would require a master to form it, but Wang Fengyang was at least a half-step master! Even if he was still far from being a master... but, what about them?
The combat power of the Public Security Bureau, the coaches of various high schools... adding these together, it's about the same.
"Director Cao, how much do you know about the heretical space?"
Cao Zhengde swallowed his saliva: "Almost, I don't know anything."
He said this with a bit of embarrassment. Although it was normal for him not to understand, he was still a bit embarrassed to be asked at this time. Wang Fengyang nodded: "It's not your fault. Even I don't know much."
Cao Zhengde was stunned.
As the strongest fighter in Biandong, Wang Fengyang was often transferred out. Although he didn't know what he was doing there, it was most likely related to heretics and infected people.
In terms of actual experience, Wang Fengyang doesn't know how many times he is better than him, but he doesn't know it either.
"The good news is that this heretical space isn't too big. According to measurements, its diameter shouldn't exceed twenty meters."
"Is this good news?" Cao Zhengde said. He just knew that this space was not big. What happened in the playground of No. 15 Middle School did not cover the entire No. 15 Middle School.
"This should be considered good news for this space. This should be an emotional heresy space."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Emotional heresy space, a heresy space dominated by emotions. The small size of this space proves the heretics within can't be too large..." Following this voice, a dark-skinned young man appeared before the crowd. He looked to be around 24, with wiry hair, thick eyebrows, and a straight nose. He wore a white robe and, slung across his back, a large sword. The sword was flat and broad, like a knife, but it was still a sword, a very long and large one.
As soon as he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention. Cao Zhengde frowned and was about to scold him when he saw the warrior emblem on his chest.
And that logo is silver!
innate!
This young man is actually an innate warrior!
No wonder I can get here.
The young man came up to Wang Fengyang and bowed, "Mr. Wang, nice to meet you again."
"One sword!" Wang Fengyang's voice was filled with surprise, "Why are you here?"
Wei Yijian smiled and was about to speak when someone beside him said, "Uncle, Senior Brother Wei entered the high-level Xiantian realm three months ago. Master asked him to travel around the world to prepare for the Grandmaster level."
There was a sound of gasps all around.
Cao Zhengde widened his eyes uncontrollably.
Wang Fengyang, a ninth-level Xiantian cultivator, was the strongest warrior in Biandong. He was already in his thirties—but even so, a ninth-level Xiantian cultivator in his thirties was still a very impressive figure. When he went to meetings outside of the city, he was often envied, with people saying that Professor Wang here had the potential to become a Grandmaster.
And now, this young man, who looked only about twenty years old, had actually reached the same level as Wang Fengyang?
What kind of genius is this?
Wait, genius, he seems to have heard of the Fukuyama School...
Just as he was thinking, he heard Wang Fengyang say, "I was wondering why the Fushan Sect was willing to let a treasure like you go down the mountain. So that's how it is. Ying'er, Yijian has reached the high level of Xiantian, how about you?"
The one called Ying'er was a girl with a ponytail, bright white teeth, and a tall figure. She was wearing a red windbreaker. Such a strong color of clothes actually looked playful on her.
At this moment, she stuck out her tongue and said, "Oh, uncle, I just miss my family. I saw that Senior Brother Wei was coming to our Biandong, so I followed him here. It would be unsafe for me to go on the road alone, not to mention that Senior Brother Wei is not just traveling this time, he also..."
"Junior Sister Wang..."
Before she could finish her words, Wei Yijian stopped her. Wang Ying stuck out her tongue again, made a face at Wang Fengyang, and said nothing more.
Wang Fengyang's heart moved. It seemed that there were still some secrets about Wei Yijian, but now was not the time to ask.
He was about to speak again when Cao Zhengde said, "Then what about this heretical space dominated by emotions..."
No one answered him immediately. Cao Zhengde was about to ask again when Wang Fengyang said, "I received news that there are 63 students who haven't come out yet, right?"
Cao Zhengde nodded.
The diameter of the space was only twenty meters, so part of it was not covered, while another part that was closer to the front escaped.
"Any more specific details?"
"I'll let the people at school answer that."
Liu Haosheng was quickly called over. This coach, who was always upright and self-possessed, now had a very grim expression on his face. His students were inside, and his children... were also inside!
As the head coach of a school and a veteran warrior, he knew a little bit about heresy, which made him even more afraid.
But even though he was almost trembling all over, he still told everything he knew, including how many people were inside and what the situation was.
Wang Fengyang nodded: "You said there is a junior warrior inside."
"Yes."
“Are you sure there’s only one?”
Liu Haosheng was stunned for a moment, but nodded.
Wei Yijian asked: "Why are you hesitating? Are you hiding something?"
Cao Zhengde knew that the martial arts competition was about to begin, so he said sternly, "Coach Liu, this is a serious matter. Don't even think about hiding your strength right now. As many martial artists as there are, there are only as many as there are!"
"There is indeed only one, but one of his students suddenly exploded yesterday and was even able to defeat the warriors, so I hesitated."
Hearing him talk about the sudden outburst, everyone in the circle perked up, but after knowing Yang Zheng's specific situation, they just sighed.
Challenging someone of a higher level might seem like a big deal to others, but to the two of them, and even to Cao Zhengde, it wasn't too uncommon.
For someone like Wei Yijian, it can be said that he has been constantly surpassing his predecessors and heroes since he started practicing martial arts.
Wang Fengyang sighed: "What a pity."
Yes, it's a pity. Such a little genius may not be comparable to Wei Yijian, but when she grows up in the future, she is likely to break through her innate ability. However, before she can show it, she encountered the heretical space.
"I've told you everything I know. Now, what should we do?" Liu Haosheng asked anxiously, "There are still sixty-three students there! These students..."
Wang Fengyang and Wei Yijian exchanged a glance, and Wang Fengyang said, "They may already be infected."
Liu Haosheng froze, about to say something, but Wang Fengyang had already asked someone to take him away. Cao Zhengde asked, "Mr. Wang, are those sixty-plus students likely to be infected?"
"Given the scale of this space, if there's an innate one in there, maybe he can still compete, but the highest level there is only the initial level of acquired..." He said, shaking his head.
"Then, then is there nothing we can do, Mr. Wang? Wei... Mr. Wei!" When calling Wei Yijian, he hesitated for a moment, but still called him "Mr.", "That's over sixty! Over sixty!"
As he spoke, his voice was like a wail, and at this moment, a voice in the space also wailed: "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
"Come, let me tease you."
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The author has something to say:
A classmate asked me what I have been doing for the past six months. I… really haven’t done anything! Turn right when I go out. I even wrote an essay called “My Motherland, My Life”, but that one is more like a diary, so it doesn’t seem to count. Sob… Then, I actually wanted to write another purely emotional essay, but I was never very satisfied with it. I wrote at least 300,000 words. I keep on sobbing… Then I thought if I don’t publish it, I will probably continue to write and revise it, so… I’m going to run away. Tomorrow is Saturday, I’m resting, covering my face and twisting my body. See you on Sunday~~~
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