Chapter 52: The Detention

As the distance gradually closed, Mu Siheng's gaze shifted between Wen Yang and Pei Yanchuan.

Wen Yang’s expression had been utterly blank since a moment ago, but now it finally seemed to regain a sense of focus.

This reaction of hers made Mu Siheng's heart tighten inexplicably.

For a split second, he had the impulse to pull Wen Yang directly into the security check area and keep her far away from this man.

After she finished speaking with her head held high and chest puffed out, her face turned incomparably red. Only then did she begin to feel shy, lowering her head in silence as she tucked her head back into the bedding.

As a tier-twelve early-stage demonic beast, the Four-Armed Snow Ape was comparable to a human at the tenth star of the Profound Realm. Even though demonic beasts relied on physically superior bodies to effortlessly crush ordinary humans at the tenth-star Profound Realm, it was still far from enough when facing someone with Han Feng's strength.

The three of them looked at each other in surprise. This was indeed a method, but staying confined to one's residence for half a year or even a full year without daring to step out would inevitably hinder martial arts cultivation.

Next, the dean talked about the matters that new students needed to pay attention to at the school. The most important rule was the strict prohibition of any private fights on campus. Those with irreconcilable conflicts were required to resolve them on the arena stage, and violators would be severely punished without leniency. Normally, mornings were dedicated to theoretical and experiential classes, while afternoons were left for independent cultivation. However, staying out late at night was forbidden.

Furthermore, the so-called zombies and blood corpses were merely monsters conjured up by the fellow apprentices White Blood Master and Qin Mo from the Five Poisons Sect.

As he spoke, he gnashed his teeth so hard they creaked, and the expression on the face of Shishi Kazuo before him also turned icy and pale.

Although the four comrades-in-arms of the old veteran all had decent family conditions, none of them drank Moutai on a daily basis.

"However, a thought manifestation can never truly compare to a thought avatar. A thought at the peak of the Sanctuary realm reaching the Great Sanctuary level at best is already the absolute limit. Killing the Galactic Saint General will not entail too heavy of a loss. For you, mere seventh-heaven realm, to go there is indeed not safe enough," the Holy Empress muttered to herself.

"Right, right, right! That's the one! Who did it?" Chen Xuan stared at Liu 放 for a moment before hastily answering.

Ziyuan let out another roar, its piercing sound nearly puncturing Wuhe's eardrum. Wuhe shuddered, leaping up on the spot as the bags around him collided with a loud clank. Wuhe jumped forward, but his bag got snagged. With a hard yank from him, Ziyuan let out a yelp.

Fine Rain Town No. 1 had vanished. Du Zhuo found himself in a desolate wilderness with no buildings around—only wild grass, trees, and wildflowers. Bo Bo and Ren Da were leaning against a boulder, but Shenlong Yu was nowhere to be seen.

This was because, according to the findings of their spiritual sense probes, Zhang Tianyang had been thoroughly scanned by them. He was merely an introductory-level high-grade magical waste with strength that was clear at a glance. He was nothing like the person who had eavesdropped the other day, wrapping his spiritual sense in a layer of oily film that naturally caused their probing spiritual sense to slide right past him.

This time, the production crew was exceptionally wealthy and remarkably generous. Of course, there were other reasons as well; they needed to transport all the filming equipment on the same plane. At that time, Chinese cinematic photography and audio equipment were lagging behind by several eras, and checking in all the equipment was rather inconvenient, so they simply chartered a dedicated aircraft from American Airlines.

The fragrance in the air gradually grew richer, refreshing and invigorating to me, but Zhu Yichen was probably suffocating from it.

"Young Master Jing!" Ding Sheng finally snapped out of his astonishment. "I'm terribly sorry, I just wanted to ask—why did you look for an action director in Hong Kong instead of Hollywood?" At that time, even Hong Kong filmmakers held a blind worship toward Hollywood and suffered from a severe lack of self-confidence.

Thus, Zhang Tianyang made up his mind to claim Thor's golden cudgel for himself. If Thor were stripped of this divine artifact, he would no longer be anything to fear.

Seeing that all the team members were safe and sound, I relaxed slightly. However, these police officers could not have appeared for no reason; could it be that something had happened to the others?