517: Chapter 232: Awakening, May 9th 517: Chapter 232: Awakening, May 9th “Brother Xian…” Mao Feiyang really wanted to call out, but he rembered Mu Daxian’s advice and clamped his mouth shut tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Mu Daxian’s arm had already turned an unnatural shade of gray, and now it was changing from gray to pale at a rate visible to the naked eye, then it began to display the kind of pure white texture akin to that of a sculpture…
Struck by the Sneering Angel, without even the qualifications to beco a Nocturnal species, the outco was only one—to beco a completely dead statue!
At that mont, however, Mao Feiyang saw Mu Daxian’s other hand gently waiving at him, as if to stop him from making noise, or perhaps as a goodbye…
Brother Xian…
Mao Feiyang felt a fire in his chest that had never been so suffocating, the frustration and powerlessness of being unable to do anything against the Sneering Angel, and the discomfort and sadness of witnessing Mu Daxian being ambushed by it because of him—all these emotions seed ready to erupt at this mont.
A low growl began to erge from his throat as he slowly stood up from the ground and started reaching for the drawing board on his back…
He tried to draw the board, but found that Mu Daxian had already pressed his hand on it.
“?!” Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian, puzzled.
At this mont, Mu Daxian’s complexion was ghastly pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes vacantly staring into the void in front of him, also filled with anxiety.
Finally!
The elevator began to slow down!
Mu Daxian’s eyes lit up!
Mao Feiyang had never seen such bright eyes, like a blazing sun suspended in a world engulfed by swirling sands!
The cold, moon-like golden glow in Mu Daxian’s eyes burned fiercely at this mont, as if it contained a sun within!
The elevator ca to a halt with a crisp “ding” sound!
“Klang—clang!”
The elevator doors slid open quickly, which to the anxious Mao Feiyang seed to take a century long!
With the opening of the elevator doors, the walls of the elevator shaft, shrouded by dim lights and covered in undecipherable abstract, pictographic, or cuneiform inscriptions, finally reappeared before Mao Feiyang after much anticipation!
“‘Lin Daiyu uproots willows’!”
Mu Daxian’s voice rang out beside Mao Feiyang’s ear.
His heart clenched fiercely, and almost without thinking, he blurted out, “‘Zhang Yide in drag competes with Xi Shi’!”
“Run, Xiao Mao!
RUN!!!” Mu Daxian roared, shooting out of the elevator like a dark green bolt of lightning!
The six Sneering Angels, caught off guard, were thrown off by Mu Daxian, but in the next mont, like flickering specters, they howled and dashed after him in hot pursuit!
Mao Feiyang frantically dashed out as well!
“Brother Xian!
Brother Xian!!”
At this mont, he could finally shout it out, but apart from yelling, he could think of no other words.
Behind them, in the dim elevator shaft, elevators marked with “Moon-III,” “Moon-IV,” and other such numbers quickly receded.
The two of them soon burst out of the elevator shaft, and the instant they did, Mu Daxian let out a long howl—
“Sneering Angels, your end has co!”
Mu Daxian held up his petrified arm as if a Cultivator with his life force drained was ready to fight one last battle against the heavens.
At this mont, his silhouette was deeply etched into Mao Feiyang’s heart!
But the next mont, the scene changed a bit—
“Teacher, save !!!” Mu Daxian bellowed, and almost at the sa mont, a soft curtain of light, different from the lamp’s glow, silently descended, enveloping Mu Daxian within it.
The Sneering Angels, also enveloped, seed to face a great threat for the first ti, fear appearing on their grueso faces, and they reluctantly backed away a little distance, but despite this, they remained lingering like unvanquished spirits, not leaving.
“Caused trouble again?” A gentle voice sounded from the Watchtower next to the elevator shaft.
The Art Teacher, dressed in a khaki trench coat like a famous detective, stood on the Watchtower, one hand leaning on the glass, the other handling a massive searchlight, casting the beam entirely upon Mu Daxian like a dashing detective out of Gotham, turning into a guardian angel.
“Hehehe…” In front of the Art Teacher, Mu Daxian grinned like Tom the cat.
“Go back to the classroom and stay there.” His trench coat fluttered in the sea breeze and storms, his figure backlit like a guardian deity, “My light will keep shining on your way back.”
“Thank you, Teacher!” Mu Daxian waved, and it wasn’t until this mont that he seed to fully relax, “Xiao Mao!”
“Brother Xian!
I’m here!!” Mao Feiyang had already caught up, but despite the danger being over, he couldn’t feel happy; following Mu Daxian’s completely petrified arm with his eyes, they filled with sorrow.
“We’re safe.” Mu Daxian didn’t ntion anything about his arm, just patted him on the shoulder and said with a light smile, “Let’s go back.”
“Brother Xian…” Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, wanting to cry.
“Dramatic.” Mu Daxian sneered coldly, crushed his own arm, and then…
in Mao Feiyang’s yet to recover sorrowful state, he unbuttoned his school uniform to reveal an arm hidden at his chest!
“Brother Xian, you’re…?” Mao Feiyang pointed at the arm, too shocked for words.
“Did you think I crippled my own arm?” Mu Daxian put on his clothes and shook his arm lightly, chuckling.
“Uh…
yeah.” Mao Feiyang said.
“That’s because…
‘Phase two’ has two key steps, one for you and one for ,” Mu Daxian explained, “If the pseudo-human version of you, plus the light bulb, couldn’t hold out until our return, then I would need to make a small ‘sacrifice’.”
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