Disfigured

"Who are you?" Zhu Jun Xiang asked cautiously. The voice outside the door sounded familiar yet strange.

He didn't dare to confirm if it was Xian Wu outside, because although Xian Wu's voice was rough, it wasn't hoarse, and it certainly didn't sound like someone was strangling him.

"It's me, Xian Wu, open the door quickly!" Xian Wu urged anxiously.

He was not only freezing but also in pain all over. All he wanted now was to dive into a warm bed and get a good night's sleep.

Haste makes waste. If only he hadn't been impatient and rashly practiced the Seven Star Divine Curse without fully understanding it.

Xian Wu suspected Ye Ziyun, wondering if she had done something sneaky while helping him decipher it.

Why would she do that? He hadn't provoked her. Was it because of Xiao Ning'er?

Or was it because he accidentally dropped his pants in front of her?

Tomorrow, after listening to the old instructor's explanation, everything would be clear.

If Ye Ziyun had indeed tried to harm him, he would definitely demand an explanation.

Zhu Jun Xiang lit the oil lamp in the room, opened the door, and welcomed Xian Wu in.

"Brother, what happened to you?" Zhu Jun Xiang exclaimed, "Which bastard beat you up like this?"

Xian Wu's hair was silver-white, his face gaunt, and his face was bruised and battered, as if he had been beaten.

Seeing Xian Wu's miserable state, Zhang Ming, wrapped in his blanket, sat up.

He went on a date with Hu Yan Lan Ruo, didn't he? Why is he in such a sorry state? Could she have drained him? Zhang Ming thought maliciously, picturing some inappropriate images in his mind.

Xian Wu walked in and glared at Zhang Ming with disdain.

He took off his shoes, got into bed, and wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhu Jun Xiang asked, closing the door, his voice full of concern. Could it really be Hu Yan Lan Ruo who did this to him? If it was consensual, even the dean probably wouldn't get involved.

Besides, Xian Wu's Soul Force was only 1, and his Soul Sea was the lowest quality red Soul Sea. It didn't make sense for Hu Yan Lan Ruo to drain a man who was inferior to her in every way.

With his back turned, Xian Wu said hoarsely, "I'm fine, I'll be okay after sleeping." I hope so, please don't let there be any after-effects.

The morning mist dispersed, and birds chirped.

"Brother, wake up, it's time for breakfast." Zhu Jun Xiang nudged the still-unconscious Xian Wu. Xian Wu was always the first to wake up in the dorm, but today he was sleeping in. Could this be an after-effect of being drained?

Hearing the call, Xian Wu's eyes snapped open, and he quickly asked, "What time is it?"

"Fifth quarter past Mao hour, there are still three quarters of an hour until class," Zhu Jun Xiang replied. "Brother, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Xian Wu turned around impatiently and said, "Why are you asking 'are you alright' over and over like Yang Mi? It's so annoying. What's with that look? Do I have flowers on my face?"

"Brother… did you get into a fight last night? Your face is all bruised. I'll get a mirror for you to see." With that, Zhu Jun Xiang picked up the bronze mirror from the table.

"You two can look at yourselves, I'm leaving. I won't wait for you," Zhang Ming said, tidying his clothes and pushing the door open to leave.

Taking the bronze mirror, Xian Wu went to the window and held it up to the sun.

He was shocked to find his hair as white as frost and several bruises of varying sizes on his face.

Not only that, but his arms, chest, and thighs were all covered in similar bruises. He looked like a toad or a calico cat.

"Oh my god, I'm disfigured!!!" Xian Wu screamed.

The only fortunate thing was that his voice had returned to normal.

"Brother, what exactly happened to you?" Zhu Jun Xiang was very curious about what had happened to Xian Wu last night, and even more curious if Hu Yan Lan Ruo had really done that to him.

Xian Wu turned to Zhu Jun Xiang with a deathly pale face. "I went berserk while cultivating the Seven Star Divine Curse last night, do you believe me?"

"I… I believe you!" Zhu Jun Xiang said with an awkward laugh, scratching his head, unsure how to comfort Xian Wu.

However, Xian Wu's experience served as a reminder to him: it was best not to rashly cultivate any techniques until the instructor had fully explained them.

Putting on a tattered cloak and tying a black scarf, Xian Wu and Zhu Jun Xiang went out.

Warrior Beginner Class classroom.

Instructor Tie Kuang had arrived early. He wore a thin tiger-striped tank top and leaned against the windowsill, silently observing the students entering the classroom.

When Xian Wu and Zhu Jun Xiang walked in, Tie Kuang was stunned.

This attire… it looked familiar.

"Stop, which class are you in? Did you come to the wrong class?" Tie Kuang asked, raising his thick arm to block Xian Wu.

Zhu Jun Xiang quickly explained, "Instructor, this is the class representative, Xian Wu! You even took off his cloak to check him before."

Tie Kuang scratched his head. It seemed there was such an incident.

"What happened to my class representative? He's all wrapped up like a big black zongzi," Tie Kuang asked, confused.

Xian Wu gave Zhu Jun Xiang a look. The latter understood and explained, "Xian Wu was cultivating in the middle of the night and caught a cold. He's afraid of infecting you, so that's why…"

Tie Kuang covered his forehead, very disappointed in Xian Wu. "I say, class representative, you're too pathetic." He waved his hand. "Forget it, forget it. Go back to your seat. You don't need to attend the practical session."

Hearing that Xian Wu had caught a cold, Xiao Ning'er's beautiful eyes widened. She felt a sense of satisfaction.

Serves you right for bullying me yesterday, Xiao Ning'er's lips curved into a slight smile.

But why did his hair turn white last night? Was that just my imagination?

Seeing Xiao Ning'er's gloating expression, Xian Wu rolled his eyes. We're classmates, can't you show a little sympathy?

Silently returning to his seat, Xian Wu quietly waited for class to begin. He didn't even acknowledge Lu Piao when he tried to talk to him.

Lu Piao shrugged helplessly. His deskmate on the right only ever slept on his desk, and his deskmate on the left was wrapped up like a giant dumpling. Did he even consider my feelings?

There was still about fifteen minutes until class, and all the students were seated in the classroom.

At this moment, Vice Dean Ye Sheng walked in.

Xian Wu thought the old man was coming to visit him and almost jumped up excitedly.

Upon seeing a male student following Ye Sheng, Xian Wu calmed down. Could it be another transfer student?

He guessed correctly.

This handsome student, dressed in luxurious clothes with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was indeed here to transfer in.

"This student's name is Shen Yue. He is a disciple of the Sacred Family. Instructor Tie Kuang, please arrange a seat for him." After speaking, Vice Dean Ye Sheng turned to leave, but suddenly noticed a large black dumpling at the back of the classroom.

"What's going on with that student..." Ye Sheng asked, pointing at the large black dumpling.

Tie Kuang quickly replied, "I almost didn't recognize him this morning either. He's Xian Wu. He caught a cold and is afraid..."

"Alright, I understand." Ye Sheng waved his hand, gave Xian Wu a meaningful look, and then hurried away.

"Xian Wu..." Shen Yue stroked his chin.