Douluo: Helping my ancestors ascend to godhood

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In the distance, Han Feng and Mo Tianxing heard the screams from behind them. Though a flicker of unease crossed their hearts, their survival instincts overpowered everything, driving them to keep running without pause.

"Han Feng, can we truly escape like this?" Mo Tianxing panted, his voice trembling with anxiety and fear.

Han Feng's eyes flashed with determination as he gritted his teeth and replied, "We must escape. As long as we survive, we'll have a chance to avenge ourselves!"

Mo Tianxing nodded, though his heart was still gripped with dread. He knew their only option now was to follow Han Feng and flee for their lives.

Within Canaan Academy, calm had gradually returned after a brutal battle.

The once-thriving, peaceful campus was now a scene of devastation. Broken walls and ruins littered the grounds, and the scars of battle were visible everywhere. Bloodstained earth carried an air of desolation.

Grand Elder Su Qian, his face stern, directed the teachers and elite students as they worked tirelessly to comfort and treat the injured.

The cries and groans of the wounded pierced his heart like daggers, filling him with unbearable sorrow. Yet he clenched his teeth, his eyes shining with unyielding resolve.

"Everyone must stay strong! We cannot let these sacrifices be in vain!" Su Qian's voice was firm and resonant. Though grief weighed heavily on him, he knew he had to remain steadfast to lead the academy through this catastrophe.

"Teachers, organize the students and focus on treating the injured!" he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

The teachers nodded immediately and sprang into action, leading the elite students as they hurriedly moved around the campus, providing emergency care to the wounded.

"Don't be afraid. You're alive, and you must hold on!" A teacher gently comforted a tear-streaked young girl, softly stroking her hair to calm her.

Nearby, several elite students were frantically attending to the injured. Though their hands trembled, they fought to maintain composure.

"You'll be fine! We'll save you!" a young student reassured an injured classmate while wrapping their wounds with trembling hands, his voice steady with determination.

"Hurry, use these medicines!" another student urged, pulling out a vial and handing it to a companion. Despite the urgency of their movements, their eyes shone with resolve.

Yet, those killed by Han Feng would never wake again. Their lifeless bodies lay silently in the corners of the campus, the cold ground stained with their blood.

Su Qian surveyed the wreckage before him, his heart ablaze with fury and his eyes brimming with hatred and resolve.

Clenching his fists tightly, he gritted his teeth and declared, "Han Feng, I, Su Qian, will settle this score with you!"

The other teachers and academy leaders were equally incensed, standing beside Su Qian with ashen faces and eyes burning with unrelenting anger.

"That wretch Han Feng dared to be so ruthless! We won't let him get away with this!" a furious elder exclaimed, his voice thick with killing intent.

"Indeed! Han Feng must pay the price!" another elder echoed, his gaze blazing with hatred.

At that moment, Su Qian's brows furrowed slightly as a trace of doubt arose in his mind.

Something felt amiss. Speaking to himself in a low voice, he murmured, "How was the news about the Heavenly Flame leaked? And Han Feng's actions were so precise—it's clear he had detailed information."

He raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over the people present. In a grave tone, he announced, "Think carefully, everyone. Han Feng's actions were too precise this time. Someone must have tipped him off."

The crowd's expressions shifted as his words sank in, and they began to contemplate the implications.

An elder, his brows knitted and his face solemn, spoke up, "The Grand Elder is right. This incident is far too suspicious. Someone must have leaked the information."

"Yes, there's definitely a traitor among us!" another elder growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Traitors who bite the hand that feeds them must face severe punishment!" A teacher slammed the table, their voice seething with anger and determination.

The students joined the uproar, their faces full of outrage and defiance.

"If we catch that traitor, we must make them pay the price!" one student said furiously, his fists clenched tight, his eyes blazing with hatred.

"Yes! We absolutely can't let the traitor get away!" another student agreed, his tone resolute.

Meanwhile, the students who had secretly leaked information to their families were overcome with guilt and panic.

Hiding in the corners, their faces pale, they broke out in cold sweats. Among them, Bai Cheng's younger brother, Bai Shan, was particularly distressed. His forehead dripped with sweat as fear and despair consumed him. He thought to himself, It's over. Everything is over! 

Nervously, Bai Shan glanced around, terrified someone might notice his guilt.

His palms were soaked, and the dread inside him grew with every passing second. What will I do if they find out? he agonized, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, Su Qian turned to the other elders and declared with unwavering resolve, "We must begin an immediate investigation to identify the traitor and seek justice for our students!"

The elders nodded in agreement, their expressions stern and filled with anger.

"We will get to the bottom of this. No suspicious person will escape scrutiny!" one elder vowed, his voice brimming with determination.

"Exactly! The traitor must not go unpunished!" another elder echoed, his tone laced with fury and conviction.

Su Qian nodded firmly, his eyes alight with resolve. "Good. Everyone, begin the investigation at once! We must find the traitor and deliver justice to our academy!"

At his words, the crowd sprang into action, their hearts burning with anger and determination. They were committed to uncovering the academy's betrayer.

Meanwhile, Bai Shan stood to the side, his cold sweat flowing freely, his heart a swirling storm of fear and despair.

He knew his fate was no longer in his hands and could only pray he wouldn't be discovered.

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Han Feng and Mo Tianxing, battered and exhausted, finally stopped on a remote path. Both were drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, their faces pale.

After their desperate escape from death, they could at last breathe a temporary sigh of relief.

"Hah... Mo Tianxing, we actually made it out," Han Feng said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. His voice carried a hint of gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

Mo Tianxing nodded, though his eyes still reflected lingering fear. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself. "Han Feng, what were those giant hands? Their aura was so overwhelming—it didn't feel like something human could withstand."

Han Feng frowned, a trace of doubt and unease flickering in his eyes. "I'm not sure. That aura was incredibly powerful, almost at the peak Douzong level. Could it be..."

He paused before continuing, his voice tense. "Could it be the mysterious Inner Court Dean of Canaan Academy? He's been in seclusion for so long, with no news of him. Could he really have emerged this time?"

(End of Chapter)