After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 211 Missy

"It actually passed? And they even replied in Chinese! Out of all the rejection emails, this is the only one they replied in Chinese!" The teacher couldn't hide her surprise as she manipulated the mouse. "There are a few more after this. I wonder if they regretted it and rejected it again. Let me see."

Jiang Shu stood to the side and also looked at the screen.

The other emails were opened one after another; they were all short, but all very…earnest:
"Come quick! Can you come right now?"

"Does Jiang Shu prefer boys or girls? We've organized a team of 100 people to host a welcome ceremony for you."

"Could you come alone? We're not really welcoming to Li Yubai..."

"Which style do you prefer? Our Dean will personally decorate the room for you."

The teacher looked at Jiang Shu blankly: "You and them... are very familiar?"

“We don’t know each other at all.” Jiang Shu shook her head. “You tell them that I haven’t decided whether to go or not yet. I’ll think about it for a few days.”

On her way home, Jiang Shu frowned slightly.

Yan Yu's gaze swept over her: "Sister, you seemed to have something on your mind when you went to school."

“You’ve met a lot of people, could you tell me about the Holy Spirit Academy in Misty Continent?” Jiang Shu looked at him. “I always feel like that school is deliberately setting a trap for me, waiting for me to fall into it.”

“Ning Yunzhan knows more, after all, he spent some time there.” Yan Yu pondered, “Sister, are you planning to go there to find an opportunity because of Madam Jiang’s illness?”

"I have this idea. But I'm completely clueless and don't know where to start."

Jiang Shu lowered her head and sent a message in the pet camp group:
Dear patron: [What kind of place is the Holy Spirit Academy?]

The Queen's Loyal Dog: [Don't Ask]

Beiming Youyu: [Don't go]

A sullen cat: [This isn't a good place.]

Inside the car, Jiang Shu looked at the replies and found it strange: "They all seem unwilling to mention that place."

“That’s normal, it’s definitely not a good place.” Yan Yu paused for a moment. “I’ve heard that the people there are neither human nor ghost. There’s an even more bizarre theory that they are descendants of vampires.”

"Is there really such an absurd claim?" Jiang Shu didn't believe it.

“So, it’s best if you don’t go, sister.” Yan Yu said seriously, “It might really not be a good place. Rong Jingchen and Nie Zheng disappeared without a trace after entering Misty Continent. At least, we should wait until they come back.”

Jiang Shu was getting restless: "We haven't heard from you for so long, could something have happened..."

Somewhere abroad.

Beneath the abyss, eerie mists lingered.

Rong Jingchen, covered in blood, closed his eyes slightly as he watched the enemies rushing towards him like ghosts.

Behind him, on the ground, Nie Zheng bent down to tend to the wound on his chest, his face pale. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that group of people to be so difficult to deal with."

Rong Jingchen didn't speak, but simply stretched out his hand to shield his eyes from the moonlight, gazing at the dozens of enemies.

They wore large black cloaks, their eyes were bloodshot, and their five fingers were outstretched like sharp blades. They exuded a chilling and bloodthirsty aura and walked towards me expressionlessly, as if looking at a dying ant.

Nie Zheng slowly stood up: "China and the Misty Continent recently signed a peace agreement and have been exchanging goods to some extent. Are you all really going to go for the kill?"

"You broke the rules first..." A sinister voice rang out, and then a group of people swarmed forward like locusts!

A fierce battle raged amidst the fog.

Half an hour later, Rong Jingchen and Nie Zheng were both exhausted. Several sharp silver lights pierced towards Rong Jingchen's neck, and a dense halo suddenly rose from his wrist!
The unremarkable, ordinary halo of light was like a thunderclap, startling the group of black-robed men who were besieging them into an instant retreat!

Rong Jingchen looked at his wrist with a deathly pale face.

The group of men in black, their bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Rong Jingchen, lingered on the shimmering halo around his wrist for a full ten minutes.

Then, the killing intent subsided, and they slowly retreated, eventually creating a path.

"You may leave..." a hoarse, sinister voice rang out. Rong Jingchen and Nie Zheng exchanged a glance, remaining silent in thought.

"Give our regards to the young lady on our behalf." The sinister voice rang out once more, this time tinged with longing and fervor.

"What young lady?" Rong Jingchen pressed.

No one answered him. One after another, figures vanished like ghosts, leaving only the icy, biting wind that stung his face like needles.

Rong Jingchen helped Nie Zheng, who was even more seriously injured than himself, to her feet: "Young Miss, who are they?"

Nie Zheng spoke softly: "I only know that their clan has had two rulers, an old master and a new master, but I have never heard of any young lady."

Rong Jingchen didn't say anything more, his gaze falling on his wrist.

Country M.

Looking at the destroyed medicinal herb base, Feng Li felt a growing sense of rage.

"The medicinal herbs are my wife's treasures. Destroying my medicinal herbs is bullying my wife!" He took out his phone and issued several execution orders in succession. Then he said to his assistant, who was calculating the losses, "Get me some men. I'm going to kill him."

The assistant, clearly not a first-time accomplice, naturally organized the documents: "The losses have been tallied. I'll arrange for a legal team and actuaries to come up with an exorbitant compensation plan."

He paused for a moment: "Besides the medicinal herbs, the underground chamber may also have been affected by the explosives. Young master, would you like to go and take a look?"

Feng Li gave a faint "hmm".

Then, after dismissing everyone, he took the underground elevator alone, unlocked several doors, and entered a secret room.

It's more like an ice cellar than a secret room.

Inside the spacious, dark ice cellar, a cold jade coffin lay quietly in a corner.

Feng Li glanced at the coffin, opened a hidden compartment on top of it, and took out a glass bottle.

Inside the bottle, the red liquid swayed gently, with a faint golden shimmer.

“Sometimes, I really want to smash you…” His expression was slightly complicated. He looked at the bottle for a while, then threw it back into the hidden compartment with disgust.

Just then, my phone rang; Jiang Shu had sent a video call request.

His expression softened slightly as he answered the video call: "Baby, missing your brother?"

"I'm concerned about your medicinal herbs." Jiang Shu cleared her throat. "The loss isn't too great, is it? I'm still counting on your medicinal herbs to expand my business."

"I have eight medicinal herb bases, I don't need this." Feng Li scoffed. "Don't you miss me? I've only been gone for a day and you're already missing my Baozhi like crazy!"

"Oh." Jiang Shu looked at the dimly lit environment. "Where are you? It should be broad daylight in the US!"

"It's in a secret room in the base." Feng Li chuckled. "A secret room on the tenth underground floor. Further down, it leads directly to the sea. I also have two giant sightseeing submarines. Next time, I'll take you on a ride underwater."

"A secret chamber? It contains miraculous elixirs?" Jiang Shu exclaimed in surprise. "Ning Yunzhan and the others said you seemed a bit anxious, that it wasn't just a simple matter of the island being bombed. Are you alright?"

"You believe Ning Yunzhan and the others? With my temper, I could kill anyone who lays a needle on me! But this base does have something important, want to take a look?"

"Can I see this?" Jiang Shu asked, both curious and a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, it's just a coffin I prepared for myself years ago." Feng Li smiled indifferently, pointing his phone at the ice coffin in the corner. "Polar ice, more expensive than all the burial plots I bought combined."

“...In this world, only you would treat graves and coffins like treasures.” Jiang Shu was speechless. “Come back soon if there’s nothing else.”

Feng Li said "Oh," and replied, "I have some things to take care of. The island was bombed, so I should prepare some return gifts, both morally and practically. Bao, be patient, I'll come back to you once I'm done."

Jiang Shu hummed in agreement and hung up the video call.

Feng Li glanced at the glass bottle again before closing the lid.

Then, they walked to the side of the cold jade coffin, where icy mist swirled and a figure could be vaguely seen inside the semi-transparent coffin.

Feng Li glanced at it indifferently and left casually.