Chapter 1170: The Troubles of the Water School

“What did he mean by that, Yunfei?”
Zheng Kai whirled around at once.
“How…should I know?” Bai Yunfei shook his head. “But it’s better to be careful either way. Ah’Kai, be careful in whatever you do from now on.”
“......” Zheng Kai continued to stare off in the direction Nalan Yin disappeared in, “Signs of bloodshed? That’s exactly the way a fortune teller would speak…damn, what kind of danger am I going to be in?”
Under the constant urging of Huangfu Rui, the group continued on while Zheng Kai traveled slightly behind them and deep in thought.
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On the other side where Nalan Yin was. He walked down a dark alleyway before disappearing in a rift in space.
He reappeared in a small inn somewhere within the city. In the room with him was a white-robed elder.
“Zhi Tian, what are you calling me for?”
It was the divinebeast known as Zhi Tian!
“I feared you might be divulging too much about the heavens. Setting foot in matters that ‘alter fate’ only makes things worse…”
“Do you not trust me? I have faith in myself, you know…”
“It is better to be safe than it is to be sorry. The strands of fate are too numerous on that person. Altering the course of any of those strands will only lead to unknown repercussions.”
“...Very well then. I’ll try not to make too much contact with that Bai Yunfei then.” Nalan Yin shrugged his shoulders. “But can you tell me now what is it we’re ‘waiting’ for? You never told me why we had to be here for, despite waiting here for so long. It’s been over two months already…”
“What are you impatient for,” Zhi Tian glanced at him, “you’ll know when the time is right…”
“.........”
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At the same time, back in the Crafting School.
In front of the ‘gates’ of the Crafting School stood the ‘gatekeepers’. In normal times only two or three of the students would be there at the front to guide newcomers and report to anyone else within the schools, but today there were only two students. Standing idly side-by-side one another, one of them was talking animatedly to the one standing listlessly.
“Brother Zhong…isn’t your senior Bai Yunfei super amazing?! He was a Soul Sprite when he joined ten years ago and now he’s a Soul Emperor! Is…is he even human anymore?!”
The one speaking was a young male around the age of fifteen or sixteen. And the one he was speaking so excitedly to was someone familiar to Bai Yunfei, Zhong Xuhao.
Pleased by the praise he was hearing for his senior, Zhong Xuhao smiled. “Heh, of course! Normal standards can’t even be used to measure big brother Bai! You might not know this, but when big brother Bai joined the Crafting School, his aptitude for crafting wasn’t considered super high, but after that…”
The epic saga of Bai Yunfei was soon retold by Zhong Xuhao to the other gatekeeper. But before he could say much else, something caught his attention.
“Huh? What’s that?!”
The other gatekeeper turned to look, “Soul cultivators! Over there!”
A streak of blue was flying toward them. There was also a greenish streak of light underneath the blue—that had to be a flying soul armament. The soul cultivator riding the soul armament had to be a water-type soul cultivator.
“Flying is forbidden on the Crafting School’s grounds! Please—hey!!”
Zhong Xuhao wasn’t even finished speaking when he saw the blue streak of light…crash to the ground!
“Brother Zhong, they’re injured!”
“Quick! We’re going to check it out!!”
The two ran toward the person at once. Injured all over, the person was desperately struggling to rise up to their feet. This person was super injured!
“I am Zhao Xiluo from the Water School!” The person cried out the moment Zhong Xuhao was within earshot, “I seek an audience with your esteemed headmaster!!”
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In Redfire City, Bai Yunfei and his friends were all having the time of their lives. Exuberant and lively, they played until it was night before returning to the school.
Bai Yunfei was still thinking about what Nalan Yin said. Everything that man said should be taken seriously instead of being dismissed. And considering his relationship with Zheng Kai, Bai Yunfei was quite considered about what Nalan Yin’s warning meant.
He remembered Nalan Yin saying something similar to him once before. That was roughly around the time Tang Xinyun suffered great damage to her fireseed. This ‘warning’ to Zheng Kai was definitely worrisome.
Without Nalan Yin divulging the details, however, it was pointless for Bai Yunfei to do much else but wait. The best he could do was travel with Zheng Kai in the future just in case. Thankfully, Li Chengfeng would be here soon. Considering he and Nalan Yin were in the same ‘field’ of expertise, it was likely that Li Chengfeng would be able to shed some light onto the situation.
The trip back to the Crafting School went basically the same as the one to the city. Everyone felt happy, but reluctant to leave the fun. Nonetheless, Bai Yunfei decided to teleport everyone back to Mt. Crimson to return quickly.
“Brother Bai!! You’re finally back!!”
The group appeared in front of the gates of the school just in time to see Zhong Xuhao run up to them.
“What’s wrong, Xuhao?” Bai Yunfei was on high alert at once—something bad was about to happen, he just knew it.
“An injured student from the Water School came by to see the headmaster a few hours ago. The Water School’s in trouble!!”
“What?!”
It was Zheng Kai who cried out, “The Water School?! What happened? Is Tingting alright? Is she back here?!”
“The student that arrived is someone named Zhao Xiluo. I don’t know the details, I just know he’s unconscious right now. The headmaster and the elders are currently talking about it in the main hall…”
“Zhao Xiluo!!” Bai Yunfei exclaimed, he knew that person!
“What, you know him?” Zheng Kai asked.
“I do. He’s definitely someone from the Water School. I have to go see what’s wrong right now!”
And with that, Bai Yunfei disappeared from where he stood.
“Hey, Yunfei!” Worried, Zheng Kai turned around to face the others, “We should go up too!”
“Yes.”
Tang Xinyun nodded. And so the group quickly went past the gates to rush up to the main hall…
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In the main halls of the Crafting School.
Bai Yunfei appeared in front of the halls a moment later before striding right in.
There were several people gathered here already, such as the headmaster Kou Changkong, the first three elders, and a few other Soul Kings.
Sitting on a chair to the right side was an ashen-faced young man. Zhao Xiluo.
“Headmaster, elders.” Bai Yunfei bowed to everyone upon his entrance.
“Yunfei, you’re back.” Kou Changkong greeted in return.
Zhao Xiluo whipped his head toward Bai Yunfei at once, “Bai Yunfei!!” He cried.
“Brother Zhao, it’s been a long time.”
Surprised, Kou Changkong asked, “You know each other?”
“Yes, it was when I was traveling here to become a student. I came to know Zhao Xiluo then.” Bai Yunfei nodded, “Is there something wrong with the Water School, headmaster?”
“Zhao Xiluo only just woke up, we’re about to ask him about it. Take a seat first and listen.”
“Yes.” Bai Yunfei took a seat right by Zhao Xiluo’s side.
Knowing the important audience he was seated with, Zhao Xiluo gave a weak cough to clear his throat.
Then he said something utterly shocking to the ears!
“The Water School was…attacked by the Wind Lightning School!”