Li Zhexian's Indifference Was More Devastating Than Any Mockery

Even though they had never seen Jian Jiu before.

The instant they saw the White-robed Youth.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong all felt the same thing—this young man was Jian Jiu.

They had all founded academies.

They had seen far too many exceptionally gifted young people with wildly different temperaments.

Though the two sides were hostile at the moment, they had to admit...

The carefree aura exuded by the White-robed Youth with every gesture, as though he commanded the Clear Breeze itself, was truly unlike anything they had ever seen.

And the bedraggled sight of the Golden Iron Triangle carrying a bloodstained bed was far too conspicuous on the street to ignore.

Yufeng lowered his voice and said to Li Zhexian:

"Idol, look over there..."

"That short-haired man with the stiff face is the teacher of the Shrek Seven Devils."

"The Imperial Dou Team ran into him back in Suotuo City."

Dugu Yan's pupils narrowed into vertical slits.

"What are they carrying that Scruffy Fire Turkey around for?"

Xue Qinghe said blandly:

"Probably seeking treatment."

Dugu Yan sneered.

"After hurting Little Brother Zhexian, they still want to seek treatment in Heaven Dou City?"

"My Grandfather disdains bullying the weak because of his status, but if they expect the Dugu Family to help, they're dreaming."

Ye Lingling's voice was brief and icy.

"The Ye Family is the same."

Xue Qinghe looked at Li Zhexian.

"What do you think?"

"Go beat a dog when it's down?"

Li Zhexian smiled and shook his head.

"That would be far too boring."

"The wind is restless tonight, and so are the people."

"It's rare for everyone to be gathered together like this. Why let irrelevant people spoil the mood?"

"Come, let's take a night stroll through Heaven Dou."

He did not even spare the Golden Iron Triangle another glance.

He simply turned around and calmly disappeared into the night on the other side of the street.

Xue Qinghe smiled.

With a snap, the Folding Fan in his hand opened, and he quickly followed after him.

This was the Li Zhexian she knew.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, faint smiles blooming across their lovely faces, each so different in temperament.

Staying by his side.

Always felt so relaxed and pleasant.

"Idol, honestly... what a perfect chance... and he didn't even mock them a little... It's not like they'd dare attack..."

Yufeng muttered softly.

Osler raised a hand and smacked him on the head.

"You think Jian Jiu is like you? This is called bearing!"

The Shi Brothers chuckled foolishly in agreement.

"Right, right, Jian Jiu has bearing."

"Alright, alright, I'm the only vulgar one, okay? Hurry up and catch up. Idol and the others have gone far ahead!"

They watched helplessly as the young men and women gradually walked away.

The White-robed Youth at their head had initially only cast them a casual glance, yet afterward, he had not even been willing to spare them the slightest bit of attention.

In truth.

The Golden Iron Triangle had long since tensed themselves, ready to endure mockery to their faces.

Yet only now did they realize.

This complete and utter disregard was more devastating than any venomous taunt.

"There's no need to go to the royal family."

Liu Erlong's voice carried a trace of exhaustion.

"That youth in the Goose-Yellow Brocade Robe is the current Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe. We wouldn't even be able to enter the palace gates."

Flender hunched his back despondently. Turning to look at Ma Hongjun on the bed, whose Soul Power aura was growing ever weaker, he rasped:

"Is there really no other way?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly said:

"Go find Jian Jiu."

"As long as he is willing to speak up, the royal family, the Dugu Family, and the Ye Family will all help save Ma Hongjun."

Flender's body trembled.

"Today, even if I have to throw away all my pride, I'll beg for a sliver of hope for Ma Hongjun."

The waters of the moat glimmered with a deep blue light.

Tourists bent down to scoop up the moon's reflection in the water. Their fingertips had barely touched the surface when they scattered the golden-red ripples stirred by koi fish.

Each of Li Zhexian's group carried a newly bought silk-gauze lantern as they leisurely stepped onto the Golden Water Bridge.

The night breeze carried the sound of flutes and pipes, mingled with the sweet fragrance of unknown flowering trees.

Someone said something amusing.

It drew hearty laughter from everyone. Even Ye Lingling, usually gentle and aloof, wore a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

However.

There were always uninvited guests who came to spoil things.

The Golden Iron Triangle, carrying the bloodstained bed, blocked the road ahead.

Yufeng and Osler's expressions darkened. They stepped forward, brows furrowed as they snapped:

"You should be grateful we haven't come looking for trouble with you. What more do you want?"

There was.

Not the slightest respect in their words for seniors of the Spirit Master World.

After all, the younger generation of the Ye Family, the Dugu Family, and even the royal family was gathered here.

If the Golden Iron Triangle dared to make a move, Shrek Academy would no longer have a place to stand.

The Golden Iron Triangle did not respond to the sharp words of the two men. Instead, their gazes passed over them and settled on Li Zhexian.

"Jian Jiu..."

Flender clenched his fists tightly and said hoarsely:

"There was never any deep grudge between you and Ma Hongjun."

"He merely offended you verbally. For him to end up like this, the punishment has already been far too severe!"

"Qin Ming and Zhao Wuji were indeed in the wrong, but their lives and deaths are now unknown, while you... remain safe and sound..."

"Hm?"

Li Zhexian actually laughed at that.

"So, according to Dean Flender..."

"I should have let Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire burn me to death, or died at Zhao Wuji's hands? That would have been right?"

What kind of absurd logic was that?

Did a victim have to truly suffer before they deserved to be called a victim?

No wonder Shrek could teach such twisted "monsters."

The rot started at the root.

Xue Qinghe's warm smile gradually faded, and the Folding Fan in his hand stilled.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling's gazes turned cold.

Yufeng and Osler sneered bluntly:

"Heh, is that the absurd nonsense an academy dean can say?"

"Surely Shrek Academy's students aren't all beasts like Ma Hongjun, are they?"

As a powerful level seventy-eight Soul Saint.

Flender could no longer remember how many years it had been since he had suffered such humiliation.

Especially at the hands of juniors.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the rage boiling within him.

"I am not here to argue over right and wrong."

"Jian Jiu, I only ask you one thing..."

"What must we do for you to be willing to have the Ye Family, the Dugu Family, and the royal family intervene and save my student Ma Hongjun's life?"

Hearing this.

Li Zhexian's swordlike brows rose slightly.

"Do I really have that much influence?"

"Can I order these Three Families around?"

He looked at Xue Qinghe.

His Highness the Crown Prince smiled as he waved the Folding Fan in his hand.

Then he looked at Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

The two beauties pursed their lips, their smiles lovelier than the night flowers blooming by the bridge.

"Dean Flender, please return."

Li Zhexian leisurely turned around, gazing at the shimmering river beneath the bridge. Through the window of a painted pleasure boat in the distance, shadowy figures moved, hinting at a scene of lingering charm.

"Ma Hongjun ended up this way because he brought it upon himself."

"To be frank, trash like him will be crippled every time I see him."

"If you disturb my peace again..."

"Then perhaps I truly will do as you say and 'command the Three Families,' asking Senior Poison Douluo to kill you."

"Do you believe me?"

Looking at Li Zhexian's back.

Flender's knuckles turned white from how tightly he clenched his fists.

Liu Erlong pressed her lips together and sighed.

"Let's go."

But Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and stared directly at Li Zhexian's back...