The Gap Between People

After Yun Chuan had mentally counted over a hundred of Dai Mubai's crimes, the Wooden Man had beaten him until he was barely recognizable. Every rib was broken, the bones throughout his body were shattered, and he looked like he had more breath leaving him than entering. He was on the verge of dying.

That was too ruthless! What kind of grudge was this?

The surrounding onlookers shuddered inwardly. Looking at Dai Mubai, who had been beaten until he had barely half a breath left, they fell utterly silent, terrified that making the slightest noise would cause the Wooden Man to beat them too.

"Stop, stop! Esteemed Soul Master, if you keep hitting him, Young Master Dai will die!" Seeing that Dai Mubai was almost at death's door, the hotel manager finally gathered his courage and stepped forward to plead for mercy. It was not that he was kind-hearted or unwilling to see Dai Mubai beaten to death. He simply knew that Dai Mubai was a student of Shrek Academy, whose teachers were powerful figures at the level of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints. If one of their students were beaten to death here, they would inevitably take their anger out on the hotel.

When that happened, his position as hotel manager would be finished. So even though he knew stepping forward might implicate him, he still forced himself to plead for mercy.

Fortunately, Yun Chuan came to his senses after hearing this and ordered the Wooden Man to stop. Although he found Dai Mubai unpleasant, killing him outright would be going too far. Beating him up to vent some anger was enough.

Resorting to violence and killing at every turn would make him far too bloodthirsty. Besides, he was now a teacher at Shrek Academy. What would it look like if he actually beat a student to death here?

Bang!

The Wooden Man casually tossed Dai Mubai aside. Covered in blood and torn flesh, he looked especially miserable. If he were left here, he would probably stop breathing before long.

That would not do. If he died, there would be no one left to play with.

Seeing Dai Mubai thrown to the floor with only half a breath left, the hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief, but he could not help growing nervous again. In that state, if Dai Mubai did not receive treatment soon, he would likely die before long.

They had to quickly find a Healing Soul Master to treat him.

Just as the hotel manager was about to order a waiter to fetch a Soul Master, Yun Chuan made another move. He raised his right hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm.

What was he going to do? Was he still not satisfied? Was he going to beat him again? Tang San and Xiao Wu thought. The hotel manager's heart, which had only just settled, leaped back into his throat.

Fortunately, Yun Chuan seemed to see through their concerns. He glanced at them and casually explained, "Relax. If I wanted to kill him, this kid wouldn't survive a single move. I've played enough already. I can't let him die now."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to the Blue Silver Grass in his hand. A hazy emerald-green glow began to radiate from it, and then Yun Chuan lightly waved the Blue Silver Grass.

A blade of blue-silver grass detached itself and slowly drifted toward Dai Mubai, who lay on the ground with barely half a breath remaining...

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the blade of grass gently merged into his body. Immediately, Dai Mubai's bloody and mangled body began to emit a soft emerald-green light...

A fresh, natural aura washed over them.

Everyone instinctively took a deep breath, feeling utterly refreshed. It was as though they had entered a primitive forest untouched by human presence. The fresh air rushing toward them made their hearts and minds feel open, as if even their bones had become three parts lighter.

As for Dai Mubai, who was wrapped in the emerald-green radiance, his battered body rapidly began to mend. The swelling subsided, broken bones reconnected, and his shredded skin swiftly healed and scabbed over. Then the scars fell away, revealing perfectly restored skin... In the blink of an eye, Dai Mubai, who had nearly been beaten beyond recognition, had completely recovered.

Everyone around them was stunned.

Such exaggerated restorative power was practically miraculous.

Of course, among everyone present, Tang San was the most bewildered. Looking at the ordinary-looking Blue Silver Grass in Yun Chuan's hand, then recalling his own Blue Silver Grass, he suddenly felt that people truly were different. Why was someone else's Blue Silver Grass so incredible? Not only could it fight, it even possessed healing abilities. It could attack, support, and heal—was such an all-purpose Martial Soul really Blue Silver Grass?

"Mm~"

Dai Mubai, who had been lying motionless on the ground, let out a groan and slowly opened his eyes. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before asking instinctively, "Where is this? I'm not dead?"

"Alright, if you're not dead, get up already. Stop playing dead!" An impatient voice entered his ears.

Dai Mubai jolted all over and instinctively sat upright. Then he discovered that he was still in the wrecked hotel lobby. Not far away, that demonic figure was looking at him impatiently and saying in a harsh tone, "Kid, you should be glad you're a student of Shrek Academy. Otherwise, you'd already be dead."

"You... healed me?" Dai Mubai looked at the bloodstains on his tattered clothes, then at his body, which had been restored to normal. How could he not realize that the person before him had saved him?

"This time, it's only a lesson for you, so you won't be so arrogant in the future and provoke people you can't afford to offend." Yun Chuan assumed the posture of an elder from the same school and lectured him, "It was only because you ran into me this time. If it had been someone else, you would've been crushed to death like a chick long ago!"

"..."

Dai Mubai fell silent for a moment, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

After a while, he finally stood up and bowed.

"I have learned my lesson."

"Alright, now that you're awake, get out of here." Yun Chuan waved a hand and walked to the front desk. "Get me a room. Also, charge all the damages here to that kid surnamed Dai."

The waiter froze, then instinctively looked toward the hotel manager. He was met with a reprimanding glare and immediately understood. Hastily taking out the key to the hotel's last luxurious guest room, he bowed and scraped, saying, "This way, please. We hope you enjoy your stay!"

After everyone watched Yun Chuan's figure disappear up the staircase—

Dai Mubai wore a grave expression as he took out a large bag of money and tossed it onto the counter. Without saying a word, and without even paying attention to the twin sisters nearby, he headed straight for the exit.

"Young Master Dai, wait for us!" The twin sisters panicked and hurriedly chased after him.

"Third Brother, what do we do now?" Xiao Wu asked Tang San, who was still standing there in a daze. This brought him back to his senses, and he replied with a bitter smile, "What else can we do? The only room has been taken by someone else. We can't exactly rush upstairs and fight him, can we? Let's go find another room at a different hotel."

"That's all we can do." Xiao Wu was somewhat frustrated, but although she was willful by nature, she had merely been spoiled by Tang San; she was not stupid. Yun Chuan had effortlessly beaten a Soul Elder in his thirties to the ground like a dog. It would be no different if it were the two of them. Going up to provoke him would bring them nothing but a savage beating.

Thus, the two of them headed straight out of the hotel.

Only the ignored hotel manager and waiter remained in the lobby, staring at each other.

Neither had anything to say.