Faced with such questioning, Songg Yanhai was also quite displeased, and did not show any kindness: "Cecil, is there any use in taking your anger out on me? I'm not the one who killed the person."

"Where are the goods?"

Cecil's tone was calm, but anyone could hear the chill and killing intent in his words.

He didn't care about Yuan Hao's life or death; after all, the Source Blood Association had many research institutes, and Yuan Hao was just one of them.

The key point was that the Winged Dragon's flesh was extremely precious and could not be lost.

"I don't know, the Winged Dragon's flesh is not in my hands. If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

Songg Yanhai seemed tough on the surface, but in reality, he didn't dare to start a war with the Source Blood Association.

It's true that the Songg Family was the boss of Linjiang City, but the Source Blood Association was a group of lunatics who would do anything in pursuit of immense power.

If they offended a group of high-IQ, ambitious lunatics, would the Songg Family still have good days ahead?

This was the reason for Songg Yanhai's apprehension; he didn't want to fall out with Cecil.

Cecil obviously understood this as well, which was why he was fearless: "I want a name."

"Ye Qingzhou."

When Songg Yanhai uttered these three words, his anger was also surging, his eyes blazing with fire.

He had invested countless resources into Yuan Hao over the past few years, only to have Yuan Hao disappear before he could even hear a response!

The laboratory was also destroyed by the Martial Arts Association, the materials and equipment confiscated, and even that invaluable piece of Winged Dragon flesh had vanished without a trace.

This blow to Songg Yanhai was more severe than his wife being slept with openly by someone else.

After all, being cuckolded is merely a matter of losing face, and as long as one doesn't care about face, it's nothing serious.

But losing the outcomes of the bloodline modification technology would be a catastrophic disaster for the Songg Family.

Once the civilian martial artists fully rise and more and more Martial Arts Masters are born, within the Martial Arts World, where would there be a place for Martial Arts Families to stand?

As one of the most obstinate conservatives among Martial Arts Families, Songg Yanhai could never accept such an ending.

...

Linjiang First High School, Principal's Office.

Ye Qingzhou followed his homeroom teacher, Zhu Hanwen, into the office for the first time.

"Principal."

"Teacher Zhu, Student Ye, please have a seat."

Principal Zhao Dezhu warmly received the two, with a face that could only be described with four words—round and plump like a pig.

That's right, pig.

Zhao Dezhu's plumpness was distinctive, with a shiny face that gave an instant impression of being adept at navigating complex social environments, skilled and tactful.

After inviting Zhu Hanwen and Ye Qingzhou to sit down, Zhao Dezhu immediately introduced the topic of the day: "Let me introduce to you, this is Teacher Dai Qi from Choterosmary Middle School in the Western Pole Kingdom. She has come to the East Pole Kingdom this time to foster collaboration in the educational field between the two countries, aiming to increase student exchanges and learning between the schools."

Dai Qi looked at Ye Qingzhou with an arrogant demeanor: "Hello, Student Ye Qingzhou, my name is Dai Qi. I have come this time to invite you to the Western Pole Kingdom."

After talking for so long, Ye Qingzhou finally understood that they wanted him to go to the Western Pole Kingdom as an exchange student.

Choterosmary Middle School is located in Connecticut in the Western Pole Kingdom, only a two-hour drive from Xinxiang and Dou Town, and is considered one of the best representatives of middle school education in the entire Western Pole Kingdom.

Ranked in the top five, it enjoys a high reputation in the educational field.

In contrast, Linjiang First High School's ranking.

Tenth in the province, nationwide...

Count beyond one hundred.

The gap between the two is as vast as the sky and the earth.

As the Principal, Zhao Dezhu naturally hoped this would succeed, as it would be a huge political achievement; exchanging students with Choterosmary Middle School would be extremely prestigious!

"Not interested, I'm not going."

In just six words, Ye Qingzhou instantly shattered all of Zhao Dezhu's beautiful fantasies.

"Student Ye Qingzhou, perhaps you haven't heard of Choterosmary Middle School..."

Zhao Dezhu wanted to try and persuade him, but Ye Qingzhou interrupted: "Principal, if fame mattered and I would go, I have already joined Changjun Middle School."

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dezhu kept silent.

What mattered most to him was performance, and who was Linjiang First High School's greatest achievement now?

Ye Qingzhou!

In life, one must distinguish between the big and the small.

Ye Qingzhou stood up and left, completely disregarding other people's thoughts and attitudes.

Zhao Dezhu sighed, then turned his head, and apologized to Dai Qi with a face full of regret: "Actually, we have other Martial Arts geniuses in Linjiang First High School, each possessing unique talents, how about trying with someone else?"

Dai Qi internally scoffed at Zhao Dezhu's self-praise, but she hid her contempt well.

Her target had always been Ye Qingzhou, so she would not consider other candidates.

"No, our Choterosmary Middle School only accepts elites."

The implied meaning was that among the many students in Linjiang First High School, only Ye Qingzhou was qualified, while the others were not worthy.

Shortly after Ye Qingzhou left the Principal's office, Zhu Hanwen caught up from behind, puzzled: "This kind of opportunity is hard to come by, why did you refuse it?"

As the homeroom teacher, Zhu Hanwen was very concerned about Ye Qingzhou's future prospects.

Going to Choterosmary Middle School as an exchange student would undoubtedly add a vibrant mark to an ordinary person's life history.

Unfortunately, this kind of honor is nothing more than empty fame, which might be of some use to ordinary people.

But to Martial Artists, this empty fame was useless.

Moreover, Ye Qingzhou sensed a strong malice from Dai Qi, which was the fundamental reason for his refusal: "Ah, if roots are not eradicated, they will sprout again when the spring breeze blows."

Zhu Hanwen was bewildered: "What are you rambling about again?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "Nothing."

Deep in his heart, Ye Qingzhou had already guessed that this matter was probably orchestrated by the Source Blood Association behind Yuan Hao, but whatever schemes the enemy had, he simply wouldn't take the bait.

Despite saying this, he couldn't simply storm in and uproot them, exterminating their entire clan yet. Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but feel, "I really need to work harder."

He set two small goals for himself: first, to destroy the Songg Family, then to annihilate the Source Blood Association, exterminating them completely and solving the problem once and for all.

After school in the afternoon, after tutoring Xu Yuebing, Yun Shanshan, and Leon, Ye Qingzhou immersed himself in the cultivation of the Heart Sword.

Previously, he had already mastered the First Realm of the Heart Sword, achieving Sword Follows Heart, and could perform Spiritual Secret Techniques such as Single Thought in Thousand Years.

And after the battle with Li Yanxin, his Yin Skill reached the realm of Mastery, comprehending the Divine Void Skill, and the power of his mind had evidently been greatly enhanced.

Now, he finally met the conditions to cultivate the Second Layer Realm of the Heart Sword.

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