Chapter 7

Copper Divination Master: "Egg! What do you mean, Beihe? This is simply too much! On the next full moon night, at the peak of the Forbidden City, dare you come?"

"Sure, do you think I'm afraid of you, fake divination master? But I'm busy on the next full moon night, how about we set the time for three months from now?" Beihe responded very readily. "Also, how will I find you then? After all, you have too many identities. If you change your disguise, I won't recognize you even if you stand right in front of me."

Copper Divination Master was not only 'skilled' in divination but also had a knack for disguise—everyone in the group guessed that he must have often miscalculated and been chased, forcing him to change his identity and escape. Over time, he had honed his skills in disguise and costume changes.

"Three months it is! Just wait at the peak of the Forbidden City then, I'll find you! I can recognize your hateful face even if it's turned to ashes!" Copper Divination Master said angrily.

"Then it's settled!" Beihe was very calm, as if he had already eaten Copper Divination Master.

When True Monarch Yellow Mountain saw this, he suddenly sent a smiling emoji and said, "It looks like you're about to break through, Beihe. You need a battle to trigger it, right? You've been at the Fifth Rank Spirit Emperor level for a long time, it's time to break through. On the full moon night three months from now, if I can spare the time, I'll go to the peak of the Forbidden City to oversee your duel. At that time, I'll also prepare some small gifts for both of you."

"True Monarch is truly considerate!" Beihe couldn't remain calm, knowing that True Monarch Yellow Mountain was a senior, and what he prepared wouldn't be just 'small gifts.'

Even a little bit of what these seniors let slip was a treasure that could only be obtained by a stroke of luck for their juniors!

"Since True Monarch mentioned it, I won't leave Beihe out in the cold. I was planning to let Beihe stay at the peak of the Forbidden City and catch the cold at midnight," Copper Divination Master said leisurely.

"..." Beihe.

Damn it!

This guy, who manipulates hearts with divination, really has a dirty mind!

At this moment, Beihe secretly decided that he would beat Copper Divination Master so badly that even True Monaster wouldn't recognize him three months from now!

With that, the group chat temporarily quieted down.

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After reading the group chat, Song Shuhang was a bit worried: Would Copper Divination Master and Beihe really go to the peak of the Forbidden City in the Forbidden City for a duel three months from now? Given their personalities, they might really do such a foolish thing. What if they get caught by the management?

He made a mental note to remind them before leaving the group not to damage national cultural relics, as that would be illegal.

Closing the group chat, Song Shuhang opened the website for the Jiangnan University City to see if there were any news today.

The top story on the campus network was about the mysterious thunderstorm this afternoon, which, as Song Shuhang had guessed, occurred in City H.

Due to the thunderstorm, parts of City H and the nearby Jiangnan area experienced power outages, leading to a series of accidents, fortunately without any casualties.

There were also some miscellaneous news items about the Jiangnan University City, such as updates to the campus beauty and handsome men lists; which school genius had achieved national dominance by winning a national competition; and how much a bedsheet used by a certain graduate was auctioned for, among other things.

Shuhang wasn't particularly interested in these, but he glanced through them to have some common topics to chat about.

He then searched for driving school enrollment information on the campus network. The cost for ordinary manual car driving lessons was 2,500 yuan, a very reasonable price for students. In Jiangnan, once you step out of the school, the cost of learning to drive starts at 10,000 yuan.

Shuhang noted down the contact number, planning to study the theory well in the next few days and then enroll in driving lessons. Driving schools have a unified schedule for theory classes, but studying the theory first and then directly taking the driving test would be faster.

Ding!

A new campus news update caught his attention.

Just 10 to 20 minutes ago, the delinquents who had been loitering in the alleys near the university city were beaten to the ground by an unknown expert, all of them taken out in seconds.

Most of these so-called delinquents were actually students, with a small number being young dropouts. Most of them just had exaggerated hairstyles, piercings all over their bodies, and secretly smoked in the alleys to rebel against their teachers.

Some of them had the habit of forcibly 'borrowing' money from younger or weaker students. For delinquents, beating others was a hobby, and being beaten was a common occurrence. Since they didn't belong to any gang, they didn't even qualify as hooligans.

It wasn't news that delinquents got beaten, but it was unusual that nearly a hundred of them were all beaten up in just a few minutes.

From the photos taken by students on their phones, one could see the miserable state of the delinquents. Each face was swollen and discolored, looking like they were ready to perform in a Peking Opera, with various shades of blue, purple, and red. It truly fit the saying—beaten so badly that even their mothers wouldn't recognize them!

The campus network was abuzz with discussion.

Someone gloated, "Who did it? They really didn't hold back. Was it the Sanda Club or the Taekwondo Club? Or did the Boxing Club train new members by ganging up on delinquents?"

An informant type: "They were all knocked out and sent to the hospital. No one has woken up yet, so we don't know who did it."

A detective type: "According to the shop owners near the alleys, there was no large group of delinquents fighting each other. Even if they were, it's impossible for no one to survive. So it's likely that an expert or a few experts took them all down."

"An expert? One person against eighty? Ha ha." Someone laughed, knowing that the number of delinquents was at least eighty. It would take a hero from a TV show to beat them all in just a few minutes.

"Maybe it was a special forces elite soldier? They can take down an ordinary person like it's nothing, and can handle a dozen in a minute."

"Are you joking? Even if special forces elites are that strong, they have their own missions. Using them to deal with delinquents is like using a cannon to swat a fly!"

"Let's stop arguing, we'll know who did it once the delinquents wake up," someone replied.

Song Shuhang refreshed the page, glanced through the various replies, and then closed the message window.

After all, the delinquents' affairs had nothing to do with him.

Song Shuhang, though only 1.75 meters tall, was very strong. He didn't look like someone who could be 'borrowed' money from, and he and the delinquents lived in two different worlds... unless something unexpected happened, he would never have anything to do with them.

Stretching lazily, he closed the campus network page and leaned back in his chair, letting his mind wander.

The strange thundercloud from the morning kept replaying in his mind. Even though he tried to clear his mind, lightning kept flashing, making his heart unable to calm down.

***

The next day.

June 2nd, Sunday, sunny.

Song Shuhang got up early. He had originally planned to stay up all night, but the series of events from the previous day made him feel uneasy. For some reason, he lost the urge to stay up and went to bed early.

In the evening, his roommates would be back.

After getting up and washing up, Shuhang habitually opened the chat software in the lower right corner of the screen. His cousin Zhao Yaya still hadn't replied, so it seemed he would have to wait another two days.

"If Cousin Yaya doesn't reply in two days, I'll call her," Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Then he opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group—each glance made him feel good.

But looking too much could lead to being influenced.

The first message in the group was from Su Clan's Aqi: "I'm sorry for worrying everyone. Little Sixteen's thunder tribulation had a small mishap, but I've handled it. After the mishap, Little Sixteen threw a tantrum, but I found and took her away, without causing too much trouble. In a place near City H, a few... well, dozens of unperceptive ordinary people were knocked out by Little Sixteen, but no one was killed. I'm going to take Little Sixteen back to the Su Clan's ancestral home for a while, so I probably won't be online for the next few days. In short... please don't worry."

This message was sent at 3 AM that morning.

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