Gu Jianlin felt his scalp tingle.

For some reason, he felt like his life after entering the Extraordinary World could only be described as complete chaos.

Damn it, not a single peaceful day.

"What a cursed life."

The parrot muttered gloomily.

Gu Jianlin held his forehead and let out a soft sigh. What bad luck.

Instructor Wan, the burly man built like an iron tower from earlier, belonged to the Western Dragon Slayer path and stood at the apex of the Superdimensional Level. Just one look at him and you'd know he didn't even need a profile. Just his fierce face and the thuggish way he carried himself were enough to spell it all out—what kind of person he was.

Currently, the nickname of the "Chair Killer" could stop children from crying in Black Cloud City.

And Instructor Wan's face could make those same kids cry again out of fear.

Gu Jianlin even suspected that the thug's sinister grin earlier was directed specifically at him.

As if saying, get ready to die!

"No, no, no! Let me go! I don't want to train! I quit! I'm done with this!"

A spine-chilling wail echoed through the air.

It was accompanied by Instructor Wan's bone-chilling, sinister laughter.

Hearing that laugh, Gu Jianlin felt a shiver run down his spine.

The parrot squawked, "He's laughing like he just ate ten Soul Hall elders or something!"

Uncle Mu, seemingly oblivious to his thoughts, sighed and said, "Why did you have to provoke him? Instructor Wan already has a bad temper. He was tormented terribly before by a few of the King of Qing's students. And now, you hit him with a blow the moment you arrived, reminding him of the trauma of being dominated in the past."

He continued, "And then, the man just snapped."

"Old grudges?"

Gu Jianlin blinked in surprise, not expecting the King of Qing to have had other students.

But in the grocery store, there was only his senior brother around.

"Uncle Mu, where did the King of Qing's other students go?"

He asked curiously.

Uncle Mu shook his head, "Don't know. They've been hiding out here and there for years and have lost contact with the outside world."

Gu Jianlin pondered deeply.

Bang!

In the distance, the training ground erupted with a deafening roar, as a terrifying aura descended from above.

The killing intent was as vast as the ocean, rumbling in endless waves.

Gu Jianlin listened to the noise, a touch of reflection in his expression.

"Can he handle it?"

Uncle Mu asked, "Besides the King of Qing, Old Gu left you quite a few things, didn't he?"

Gu Jianlin's combat strength was undeniably exceptional, currently attributed to two main factors.

One was being the student of the King of Qing—surely equipped with numerous unique methods.

The other was the relics left behind by Gu Ci'an for his son.

The issue was, only Gu Jianlin himself knew that Old Gu left him with absolutely nothing!

What rotten luck!

Tomorrow would mark the start of intensive training, and there was less than a day left.

For someone with Gu Jianlin's pride, he would never allow himself to collapse in the face of the Slaughter Domain.

But the problem was, he was only at Third Rank.

Meanwhile, the others were at Sixth Rank, with their skills heavily upgraded.

What should he do?

Gu Jianlin pondered for a solid ten seconds before suddenly thinking of someone.

Alright, maybe it wasn't entirely accurate to call her a "someone."

Though several days had passed, he didn't know if she was still around or not.

But this time, Gu Jianlin silently prayed in his heart—please, don't leave!

Touching the Lock of Nonexistence on his left wrist, Gu Jianlin firmed his resolve.

"Uncle Mu, mind if I borrow your bathroom?"

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Wanwan lay sprawled over her desk, staring at the workbook in front of her, frowning deeply.

"Seven times six equals...?"

She counted her fingers, her voice soft and tentative.

Since she hadn't memorized the multiplication table, she resorted to a crude method.

Simply adding seven to itself, six times over.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Six times seven is forty-two!"

Mu Qingge walked over, lightly tapping her on the head with a ballpoint pen. She spoke with a mix of sternness and exasperation, "You're usually smart enough; how come you get so dumb when it comes to math? Alright, stop writing. Roll up your pants leg."

She took out a bottle of Red Flower Oil and a pack of cotton swabs, letting out a sigh, "Let me apply the medicine for you."

Wanwan perked up as soon as she heard she didn't have to do her homework anymore. Happily, she obediently rolled up her pant leg.

On her pale and tender calf was a deep bruise.

"Sister, how much longer can we stay here?"

She asked sweetly.

Mu Qingge crouched down to apply the medicine and casually replied, "That depends on how well you're studying."

Wanwan responded with an "oh."

"Why haven't I seen you playing with the other kids lately?"

Mu Qingge asked, her tone carrying a teasing lilt as she smiled faintly, "You're the only one who's allowed to leave this courtyard, after all."

Wanwan kept her head down, muttering, "They don't like playing with me."

Mu Qingge lovingly patted her sister's head and said softly, "Then why don't you tell your brother when someone bullies you? He'll definitely stand up for you."

Wanwan shook her head furiously, her voice low, "That's exactly why I can't tell him. You all talk about it behind his back, saying Big Brother is already tired enough. I can't make things harder for him."

She added, "Besides, that big sister last time already helped me take care of it."

Mu Qingge planted a gentle kiss on her little sister's cheek. "Good girl. Go watch TV now."

Wanwan cheerfully nodded and dashed off to the downstairs living room to watch TV.

In the shadows of the hallway, Uncle Mu silently watched his two daughters and sighed deeply.

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The world shattered with a thunderous crash, blood-red light pouring through the crisscrossing, jagged fissures.

Time and space intertwined, the heavens and earth spinning chaotically.

Gu Jianlin felt the thick Ancient God's Breath rush toward him, as his human body once again underwent Qilin transformation. Black Qilin Horns sprouted, and jet-black, unyielding Dragon Scales burst through his skin, while his golden vertical pupils ignited in the darkness.