Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 133 - 98: Has Master Turtle Fallen? Fox Mountain Mission—Absolute Silence! (Part 2)

Chapter 133: Chapter 98: Has Master Turtle Fallen? Fox Mountain Mission—Absolute Silence! (Part 2)

Other people’s Gaokao is a matter of life and death, but for him, it’s just a holiday break.

Suddenly, Lu Yang ran over to him.

"Come quickly, there’s a journalist interview; let’s show our faces and say a few words."

Zhang Shan then remembered he had publicity duties today. After bidding Bai Mo farewell, he tidied his hair, adjusted his collar, readied his stance for the journalists and cameras, and turned to leave.

...

No. 47 Middle School, first teaching building, seventh floor, the easternmost room was exam room 701.

Further west was a multimedia lecture room.

Further west was a public toilet.

Further west was exam room 702.

At this moment, inside the multimedia classroom, the curtains were drawn, and the light was dim.

Chen Anjing wore loose black sportswear, holding a cello case, sitting on the podium, memories flashing back to a summer several years ago. At that time, she played the cello in this lecture room, on this stage, on this chair.

She was all too familiar with everything here.

Even the exaggerated odor from the adjacent public toilet, wafting into the corridor, spreading into this lecture room, smelled just like it did back then.

"Master Turtle said, my opportunity lies in exam room 701, seems to make a bit of sense."

The nearest to exam room 701 was exam room 702.

But in between was a lecture room, blocking sound.

But in between was a public toilet, isolating smell.

As for other things, like surveillance and patrolling... Chen Anjing didn’t consider them. Since Master Turtle had already calculated the divination, fate would arrange everything by itself.

...

Half an hour before the exam, students started to enter the rooms one after another.

Exam room 702, the sunlight streamed in through the windows, and a gentle breeze blew inside, yet it couldn’t dispel the quiet and tense atmosphere here.

Inside the exam room were thirty examinees, some looking around, some nervously anxious, some closing their eyes to rest.

Near the window, Bai Mo sat quietly.

Coincidentally, two rows ahead of him was someone he knew... Wu Qingyun!

"She came from Shangjing City. Her student status and school are not in West State City. Arranging for her like this is reasonable...

"But why arrange for her to be in the same exam room as me?

"Could it be she intends to wait until the break between exams to ask me for last-minute tutoring?"

The more Bai Mo thought about it, the more he felt this was a real possibility.

Footsteps sounded, and he saw the invigilating teacher walk in with the exam papers.

"All students, please raise your heads; our papers are sealed.

"Now please, two students, check our seal..."

Then followed the series of routine Gaokao procedures... Distributing the papers, checking them, writing names, sticking barcodes... until the bell rang to officially begin answering, and the students picked up their pens, starting to look at the first multiple-choice question.

...

Throughout the entire teaching building, silence fell.

Only the crisp sound of pages turning, the rustling sound of carbon pens writing, and the footsteps of invigilators in the exam room and along the corridor could be heard.

The door to the seventh-floor lecture room quietly opened.

Chen Anjing emerged from it, holding a cello case, like a shadow of a ghost, moving through the corridor, heading towards exam room 701, towards the back door of the exam room.

She silently pushed the door open and slipped inside like a phantom, coincidentally seeing the two invigilators both in the back rows, with their backs to her.

Inside, all thirty examinees were focused, concentrating entirely on the questions in front of them.

The two invigilators were serious as well, focusing all their attention on the examinees.

Behind the invigilators, Chen Anjing was also serious, focusing all her attention on the backs of the invigilators.

From the cello case, without a sound, she drew out a blood-colored Immortal Sword!

Her right hand began to bleed silently, covering the blood-colored Immortal Sword!

At this moment, with the blessing of the blood, her Immortal Sword’s power was akin to a chainsaw!

The technique she was cultivating, Heart Extraction, involved using this "chainsaw" to quickly pierce the invigilator’s back, extracting the invigilator’s heart.

"First cut, sever the aorta.

"Second cut, sever the upper vein.

"Third cut, sever the pulmonary artery..."

She silently recalled the sword moves, slowly raising the Immortal Sword.

Although the Immortal Sword’s power was like a chainsaw, Heart Extraction was actually a very silent swordsmanship.

She needed to quietly insert the sword and then quietly withdraw it.

Sufficient silence ensured that the person struck wouldn’t have their flesh, nerves, and blood vessels react in time.

Only then could the severed blood vessels remain perfectly aligned.

Thus, when all major blood vessels of the heart were severed, the person struck would still be alive.

Until the person struck was startled, which made their heart beat faster or slower, or skip a beat... Only then would it break the weak equilibrium, tear open the ends of the blood vessels, and... suddenly die.

This, of course, was extremely difficult swordsmanship, even in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, only executioners with years of experience could possibly master it.

But Chen Anjing was different. At this moment, a sudden surge of excitement caused her face to twist with excitement, like a hideous ghost!

From a young age, she loved the feeling of blades slicing into flesh, the blade as an extension of her fingers, and flesh as her favorite toy! With this talent, she cultivated swordsmanship quickly and efficiently!

Though she had never successfully cultivated Heart Extraction, today she felt exceptionally good and was about to succeed!

Thanking Master Turtle, she would thank him once she returned.

But at this moment, she simply raised her sword, slowly and quietly, preparing to pierce the invigilator’s back!

...

The thirty examinees in the room were engrossed in their papers, the rustling sound of carbon pens filling the air.

The two invigilators in the back were diligently monitoring, their eyes and attention on the examinees.

Behind the invigilators, Chen Anjing slowly advanced, the sword blade nearly touching the invigilator’s shirt.

Behind Chen Anjing, unbeknownst to her, appeared a billowing red smoke silhouette, also very quiet!

It was the Resentful Ghost Robe from Fox Mountain!

Inside the robe, Big Head carried White Claw, cautiously executing the mission.

Master had instructed to keep things as calm as possible, ensuring no disruption to the Gaokao.

After all, the Gaokao affects one’s entire life and is extremely important!

White Claw’s Broken Bronze Sword, coated in seventeen or eighteen types of medicinal concoctions, slowly emerged from the Resentful Ghost Robe towards Chen Anjing’s back, slowly and quietly.

White Claw didn’t have Blood Water Immortal Qi and wasn’t practicing Heart Extraction; its slow movement was purely to minimize disturbance.

The sword had adequate medicinal dosage smeared on it. Just a tiny prick on the enemy, even if it were a cow... even if it were a rhinoceros, would be knocked down!

Regarding enemies of Sequence Nine or Sequence Eight... Among the concoctions on the sword, there are three to five types specifically for Sword Immortal Sequence Eight. Master’s hurried instructions left White Claw confused about their nature, but stabbing her is good enough!

...

Front row, Zhang Shan flipped through the language paper, questioning his life.

Couldn’t solve a single multiple-choice question!

Didn’t recognize rare characters, forgot synonyms, felt lost on sentence arrangement. The ancient poetry and classical texts were entirely unfamiliar, like strangers. He flipped to the end and looked at the essay topic.

This time the essay theme was "Path".

Speaking of this, Zhang Shan indeed felt something.

Their way of immortal cultivation was nothing but a collection of paths?

However, this path was particularly difficult to walk, and the vast majority would quickly halt midway. For example, he was stuck at Sequence Nine with little hope of progressing further.

But on this path, anyone who could walk down wasn’t ordinary.

Like Wu Qingyun, she could walk, yet it was pitiable due to her condition.

Like Chen Anjing, she could walk, yet she was a psychopath burdened with significant sins!

Zhang Shan’s thoughts drifted to a common line in novels, "Cultivation itself is a path defying Heaven..." Suddenly, it seemed so sensible!

...

Exam room 702.

Bai Mo had already completed his essay, finished with the final exclamation mark.

He placed the pen aside, gently blowing the ink dry on his answer sheet.

His Divine Sense reached exam room 701, observing the battlefield.

Chen Anjing, that bastard, made him feel very upset.

"Damn it, practicing some damn sword, practice if you want, but why involve ordinary people?

"The invigilator didn’t recognize you, didn’t offend you, so why take their heart?"