Chapter 231: It’s All Tang San’s Fault, Tang San Deserves to Die!
Chapter 231: It’s All Tang San’s Fault, Tang San Deserves to Die!
Liu Erlong was holding a water cup, taking occasional sips, but her gaze never left the message column of the Chat Group.
On the surface, she remained calm, but inside she was as restless as if a cat were scratching her heart, wishing the messages would refresh faster.
Suddenly, a message popped up.
"Holy crap?"
She suddenly choked on a mouthful of water, nearly throwing her cup away.
Her eyes widened into circles as she stared intently at the words on the screen, unable to stop herself from cursing aloud.
"Is this kid even human?"
She slowly turned her head, her gaze falling upon Lin Qingmo not far away. Her eyes were filled with horror, as if she were looking at some prehistoric monster.
"When this old lady was at Level 50, I was already twenty years old!"
She swallowed hard, her voice sounding a bit airy.
"How old is he? Twelve and already about to become a Spirit King?"
The hand holding her cup trembled slightly, and the expression on her face was quite a sight to behold.
"Comparing people really is infuriating!"
She took a large gulp of water, wishing she could swallow that sour feeling along with it.
...
Shrek Academy.
The night was deep.
The entire academy was shrouded in a heavy, depressing atmosphere; even the chirping of insects was sparse, as if their throats were being suppressed by something.
In the Dean’s office, the lamplight was dim and yellow, and the air reeked of alcohol.
Flender and Zhao Wuji sat facing each other.
Between them, on the old office desk, sat several jars of strong liquor and a few plates of side dishes that had barely been touched.
Neither of them had the heart to eat; they just kept pouring wine into their cups and gulping it down in silence.
Zhao Wuji poured another large mouthful of strong liquor down his throat, the spice making his eyes turn red.
He slammed his cup onto the table with a heavy ’thud,’ the impact causing the liquor to splash out.
"Damn it! That bastard Yu Xiaogang is really a piece of work!"
His voice was terrifyingly loud, the muscles on his face twisted together, and the fury in his eyes looked ready to erupt.
"If it weren’t for him, would Lin Qingmo and those children have left?"
"Such a great Genius, forced away by him like that. The more I think about it, the angrier I get!"
Flender sighed, picked up his wine cup, and took a sip. The helplessness on his face seemed etched into his wrinkles, impossible to smooth away.
"Old Zhao, there was nothing I could do."
His voice was low and raspy, carrying an unspeakable exhaustion.
"Xiaogang has that kind of temperament. He’s stubborn; once he gets stuck in a dead end, he refuses to come out."
"I’ve told him so many times, I’ve talked until my lips were worn thin, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word."
Speaking of this, he also felt a bit of a buzz, and his gaze began to drift.
Zhao Wuji suddenly slapped the table, making the wine jars shake three times.
"Advise? What’s there to advise!"
"If his broken theories actually worked, what good could he have taught?"
"Look at Lin Qingmo; he doesn’t follow that set of rules at all."
"They both have the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and his Innatespirit power was so much lower than Tang San’s. But now? His strength is more than eight streets ahead of Tang San!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He picked up a wine jar and took a direct, large gulp. The liquor flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he didn’t bother to wipe it.
"He still thinks he’s the continent’s number one Grandmaster of Theory all day long. Bah! I think he’s a giant joke!"
Zhao Wuji set the wine jar down on the table with a thud and continued to curse while panting heavily:
"And that Tang San, so what if he has twin spirits? If his character is no good, then it’s no good!"
"Mubai was crippled by him, and Little Ao’s spirit ring absorption was also ruined by an accident he caused!"
"I think this kid’s mind isn’t right at all. He only has himself in his eyes. He’s selfish and never cares about the lives of others!"
"Sigh..."
Flender leaned back against his chair, closed his eyes, and let out a deep sigh.
How could he not understand these things?
On the day Lin Qingmo and the others left, he felt more pained than anyone.
Such a great Genius, who should have been Shrek’s glory, was forced away by Xiaogang just like that.
And those matters regarding Tang San—Dai Mubai being crippled, Oscar’s accident during spirit ring absorption—how could he not have a knot in his heart?
But what could he do?
Xiaogang was his life-and-death brother, and Tang San was Xiaogang’s only hope and spiritual support.
He couldn’t really have a falling out with Xiaogang, could he?
"At this point, it’s too late for anything."
Flender opened his eyes, his rims slightly red, his voice carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.
"We can only focus on training Mubai, Hongjun, and the others."
"As for the issues with Tang San’s character, as his teachers, we’ll have to teach him more in the future and let him slowly change."
Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, wanting to say more.
But Flender’s expression suddenly changed, and he sat bolt upright.
A strong sense of unease surged into his heart without warning, like an invisible hand clutching his heart tightly.
"What’s wrong?"
Seeing that his expression was off, Zhao Wuji’s drunkenness mostly faded as he hurriedly asked.
Flender didn’t speak, only furrowing his brows.
The unease in his chest grew more intense, weighing him down so heavily he could hardly breathe.
He felt that—something bad was about to happen.
Outside, Qin Ming’s hoarse, lung-splitting shout suddenly rang out. The voice was urgent and panicked, exploding in the night:
"Dean! This is bad! Something has happened!"
Flender and Zhao Wuji’s expressions changed instantly. Without a word, they almost simultaneously rushed out of the office, sprinting towards the academy entrance.
For Qin Ming to lose his composure like this, it must be something catastrophic!
...
The two arrived at the academy entrance.
The scene before them caused their pupils to shrink suddenly, and their eyes turned red in an instant.
Qin Ming was covered in injuries, his clothes torn in several places, and his face was bloodstained. He stood there in a wretched state, his body trembling slightly.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar stood to the side, their faces as pale as paper, heads bowed, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Beside them, a simple stretcher lay on the ground.
A person was lying on the stretcher.
He was charred black all over, his clothes almost entirely burned away. His skin was covered in burn marks, and he emitted a pungent, scorched smell.
It was Ma Hongjun.
His eyes were tightly shut, his breath as weak as a thread that could snap at any moment. One could hardly recognize his original appearance.
"Hongjun!"
Flender let out a raspy roar and lunged forward to squat by the stretcher, his hands shaking violently.
He wanted to touch him but didn’t dare, fearing he would cause him pain.
Seeing the disciple he had raised since childhood turned into this state...
His heart felt as if it were being squeezed and twisted hard, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.
"Dean... I’m sorry..."
Qin Ming fell to his knees with a ’thud,’ tears instantly bursting from his eyes, unable to be stopped. He cried out in agony:
"I am useless! I failed to protect Hongjun! It’s all my fault! Please punish me!"
Zhao Wuji’s eyeballs were bloodshot.
He grabbed Qin Ming’s arm, and the pressure of a Spirit Saint uncontrollably poured out.
He gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "What exactly happened? Who hurt Hongjun like this? Speak!"
The voice seemed squeezed from between his teeth, carrying a heaven-shaking fury.
Although Ma Hongjun was a bit lecherous on ordinary days, which of these teachers didn’t like the child from the bottom of their hearts?
Now seeing him in this state, Zhao Wuji wished he could immediately find the culprit and tear them to pieces.
Qin Ming, face covered in tears, sobbed: "During the Spirit Hunt, Hongjun found a suitable thousand-year spirit ring. At the critical moment of absorption, he was suddenly disturbed by a huge commotion. His Evil Fire backfired and erupted, and... and it became like this..."
"Disturbed?"
Zhao Wuji’s eyes glared as he said sternly: "What disturbance? Where did it come from?"
Before his voice could fade, Oscar suddenly stepped forward.
His eyes were blood-red, and he pointed directly at Tang San, who was standing to the side, his voice filled with long-suppressed anger:
"It’s him! It was all Tang San’s doing!"
"If he hadn’t made such a huge commotion while Hongjun was absorbing the spirit ring, attracting heavenly lightning to strike himself, how could Fatty have been disturbed? How could he have ended up like this!"
Oscar was trembling all over, his full fury no longer able to be suppressed.
The last time he absorbed a spirit ring, it was because Tang San caused a disturbance nearby that he almost had an accident too.
This time, it was Tang San again!
He was truly at the end of his patience!
Today, he was going to vent all this frustration, along with his own share, through cursing him!
(End of Chapter)
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