Chapter 155 - 102: Foundation Establishment? How Many Lives Does a Foundation Establishment Cultivator Have!

Chapter 155: Chapter 102: Foundation Establishment? How Many Lives Does a Foundation Establishment Cultivator Have!

There was simply no way for her to move her unconscious mother away from this dangerous place.

Watching the Rodent Demon Rats approaching from the distance, the expression on the little girl’s face grew increasingly terrified.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters...

When several Rodent Demon Rats charged right up to her, the little girl instinctively threw herself over her mother’s head, desperately wanting to protect her from the monsters’ attack. Although her thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably with fear, she had thought of countless plans, but abandoning her mother to flee alone was never one of them.

"Zheng Liu, go carry them! Jianliang and I will hold these things off!" Just as the little girl succumbed to despair, a loud shout rang in her ears.

She instinctively looked up, only to see three First High School students in old-fashioned uniforms standing beside her, having appeared out of nowhere.

A male student with a buzz cut and a long spear fearlessly charged into the swarm of Rodent Demon Rats. The Fine Iron Long Spear in his hands was heavy and powerful; every swing instantly smashed and sent dozens of Rodent Demon Rats flying.

Beside him, another male student holding a Taoist Sword was forming Magic Fingers, casting a barrage of Wood Magic to assist the male Body Cultivator.

Working together, the two of them successfully intercepted a large wave of the Rodent Demon Rats.

"Don’t be afraid. Come with me."

The little girl looked up into the eyes of a slightly precocious older girl wearing light makeup. Before the little girl could even reply, the older girl pulled out a Talisman and slapped it onto her mother’s back.

The very next second, the wound on her mother’s forehead stopped bleeding, and her previously pale complexion regained a healthy, rosy color. She was visibly much better.

After doing this, Zheng Liu hoisted the unconscious mother onto her back and scooped the little girl into her arms.

"You two hold on! I’ll take them to the school first!"

Chai Xi, who had just smashed a Rodent Demon Rat to death with a swing of his spear, heard this and shouted without looking back, "Hurry! Jianliang and I can’t hold out for much longer!"

On the other side, Xu Jianliang didn’t speak. Instead, he fully concentrated on using Spiritual Power trees to restrict the surrounding Rodent Demon Rats, ensuring they couldn’t swarm Chai Xi in the short term.

Seeing the two struggling to hold the line, Zheng Liu couldn’t help but call out before leaving, "Hey! Neither of you is allowed to die. We agreed to get into a Daoist School together!"

Hearing this, Chai Xi managed to steal a glance back at her and flashed a bright smile. Such a sunny smile was incredibly rare to see on a crafty schemer like Chai Xi.

Beside him, Xu Jianliang said calmly, "Don’t worry. Chai Xi and I won’t die yet. Just go."

Zheng Liu wasn’t sure if they were just trying to comfort her or if they genuinely believed these Rodent Demon Rats were no threat to them. However, the current situation didn’t allow for overthinking.

Gritting her teeth, Zheng Liu sprinted with all her might toward Luocheng First High School in the distance, which had already activated its School Protection Array.

"I’ll find someone to help you right away!" Zheng Liu sprinted madly, screaming in her heart, "Hold on! You have to hold on!"

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of an old-fashioned building further down the Pedestrian Street.

Three people wearing numbered masks observed the trio’s actions with absolute clarity.

"Number 11, why didn’t we ever meet companions we could trust with our lives like that?" one of them mused. "If I had met someone like that sooner, I might not have joined the Black Lotus Sect."

Number 11 looked into the distance at Chai Xi and Xu Jianliang, who had voluntarily stayed behind to cover the retreat and buy time for their companion. "Number 12, perhaps you did meet them once," he said calmly. "But they’re probably all dead. After all... good people never live long."

Hearing this, Number 12 shrugged noncommittally, looking completely nonchalant. However, beneath his seemingly cynical exterior, his eyes deepened as if he were recalling something from the past.

Hearing their conversation, Number 6 spoke up from the side. "Alright, don’t forget what the Altar Master entrusted us with. It’s time we get down to business.

"After all, our plan is already half-complete. The others should have blended into the crowd by now. They can directly enter Luocheng First High School and unite with the Vice Altar Master to find a way to break that old bastard Meng Chuanping’s Array.

"As long as the Array’s protection is gone, with the Vice Altar Master and the Rat Guardian’s methods, they should be able to bring the Saint Heir out of the school very quickly."

Overcome with intense curiosity, Number 12 couldn’t help but ask, "What do you guys think the Saint Heir actually looks like?

"After all, we still don’t even know who the Saint Heir is. Why are the Vice Altar Master and the Rat Guardian so certain that the Saint Heir is definitely in the First High School?"

Number 6 turned to look at him and said coldly, "You will know what you are meant to know. Don’t ask about what you aren’t meant to know. Just do your job."

Having the door slammed in his face, Number 12 shrugged speechlessly.

"Fine, talk about a cold shoulder. Is it a crime to ask a question?" he thought.

"Go take care of those two students," Number 6 ordered. "We must ensure the survivors gathered around the First High School are under enough pressure. We can’t let them hold off the swarm of Rodent Demon Rats any longer.

"This is the only way we can force Meng Chuanping to open the Array and let the surrounding survivors into the school.

"After all, these Immortal Alliance Cultivators are different from us. We can afford to view Mortals as less than nothing, but they can’t.

"And as long as we control the Mortals, we control their weakness."

"Alright, alright, leave these two to me," Number 12 replied. "I’m quite curious, after all, to see if they can maintain this nauseating friendship when staring death in the face."