Zhao Wuji's Accusation

He didn't say much about treating Soul Master, and immediately leaned over to examine Mo Xuan's condition.

His fingers lightly touched Mo Xuan's wrist veins and the side of his neck, and then he looked at the boy's eyelids, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

After a moment, he straightened up, looked at Zhao Wuji, and said in a solemn voice:

"The kid's condition... is bad."

"Martial Soul Origin collapsed, with many permanent tears in the meridians, and severe trauma to the third section of the spine, causing nerve damage in the lower body."

Treatment Soul Master paused, faced Zhao Wuji's instantly pale face, and said in a deep voice:

"You have to be mentally prepared."

"Even if he is rescued... his Martial Soul is completely useless."

"Besides, my lower body... I'm afraid I won't be able to move anymore."

Even though Zhao Wuji had already expected it, the moment he heard these words, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

His arms holding Mo Xuan were trembling slightly, his teeth were clenching, and his eyes were filled with anger and regret that almost turned into reality.

But it was only for a moment that Zhao Wuji suddenly came back to his senses. As if grasping the last straw, he bowed deeply to the treatment Soul Master and said in a hoarse voice:

"Excuse me... please... save this child!"

"No matter what the outcome is... I, Zhao Wuji, owe you my life!"

Treating Soul Master nodded, omitting even the polite response, and directly urged Soul Power.

A phantom of a plant with a pure white body and orchid-like petals bloomed behind him, exuding the fragrance of Qing Ya. At his feet, four Spirit Ring rose: yellow, yellow, purple, and purple.

Then four Spirit Ring lit up one after another!

Four soft white halos fell on Mo Xuan one after another, seeping into his broken body like a trickle.

Mo Xuan's pale face regained a trace of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, his breathing that was so weak that it almost disappeared gradually became clear and audible, and the horrific wounds on his body began to slowly stop bleeding and scab.

Although he is still far from being cured, at least his life is temporarily saved.

Zhao Wuji stared at the changes in Mo Xuan until he saw the boy's chest began to rise and fall regularly. He breathed a sigh of relief as if all his strength had been drained away, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

He raised his head, bowed to Wu Yuan and the healer Soul Master:

"Thank you... thank you both for your help!"

Wu Yuan waved his hand, stepped aside, pointed to Dai Tianyu beside him, and said in a calm voice:

"If you want to thank me, just thank my family Young Master for your kindness."

"If Young Master hadn't nodded, we wouldn't have stayed here."

Zhao Wuji then officially turned his attention to the eight-year-old boy who had been standing by and watching quietly.

He was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that it would be such a child who made the decision to save people.

But Zhao Wuji did not hesitate at all. He also bowed deeply to Dai Tianyu and said in a sincere voice:

"Little brother...Zhao Wuji Thank you for helping me! I will remember this kindness!"

Dai Tianyu was a little embarrassed by this solemn thank you. He quickly waved his hands and said with a rare hint of embarrassment on his face:

"It's okay, it's okay... First, save the people first and then talk about it."

He glanced at Mo Xuan, who was still unconscious in Zhao Wuji's arms, but his breathing had become much more stable, and added in a low voice:

"He... he's going to be fine, right?"

The sunlight passed through the gaps in the trees and fell into the boy's clear eyes.

Zhao Wuji looked at these eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally he just nodded hard.

After a long time, Mo Xuan's breath finally stabilized. Although he was still unconscious, at least his life was temporarily suspended.

Treatment Soul Master put away Martial Soul, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, nodded lightly to Wu Yuan, then stepped aside and adjusted his breath - he cast four Spirit Skill in succession, two of which were millennium Spirit Skill, which consumed a lot of Soul Ancestor.

Wu Yuan then turned his attention back to Zhao Wuji.

His brows furrowed slightly, with clear doubts and scrutiny in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice:

"I just heard you say that this child... absorbed Spirit Ring that exceeded the body's limit."

Wu Yuan paused and glanced at Zhao Wuji. The look in his eyes clearly said: With your Soul Power Level and experience, you shouldn't make this kind of mistake.

"I see you are also a Soul Saint."

"As this child's teacher, how could you... make such an impulsive decision?"

This question was straightforward, even with a hint of questioning.

Zhao Wuji Hearing this, his already livid face instantly became even uglier.

He held Mo Xuan's arms tightly, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and his chest rose and fell violently twice, as if he was suppressing something that was about to burst out.

After a long while, Zhao Wuji squeezed out a bitter smile from between his teeth.

The laughter was dry and hoarse, full of self-deprecation and regret.

He slowly raised his head, his bell-like eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and began to speak hoarsely:

"This child... is called Mo Xuan."

"He is a student of our Shrek Academy. I... am the deputy dean of the college."

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and continued:

"About half a year ago... our dean, Flender, dragged one of his 'friends' - a so-called 'theoretical Grandmaster' - to the college."

When he said the words "theory Grandmaster", his tone was full of undisguised sarcasm and disgust.

"That guy... took a liking to Mo Xuan at first sight."

Zhao Wuji's eyes became sharp:

"No, it's better to say... he's just here for Mo Xuan!"

"Martial Soul of Mo Xuan is 'Moro Vine', Innate Soul Power is level seven, and he reached level 26 when he entered school at the age of twelve. Among our group of students... his talent is the best."

"And that guy is over fifty years old, Soul Power is not even level 30, not even Soul Elder!"

Zhao Wuji's voice suddenly rose in pitch, with irrepressible anger:

"But when he opens his mouth, he comes up with one set of 'theories' after another!"

"What he said...Plant-type Martial Soul can also absorb Spirit Ring from animal Soul Beast, and what he said... anyway, they are all things that sound mysterious but are actually nonsense!"

He gritted his teeth and continued:

"I don't know what he told Mo Xuan at that time... That child was originally honest, but also eager to become stronger, so he became his student in a daze..."

"After that, that guy followed his 'theory' and arranged a third Spirit Ring for Mo Xuan--"

When Zhao Wuji said this, his voice suddenly trembled, trembling with extreme anger:

"He directly set the life span of Mo Xuan's third soul ring at 1,700 years!"

"I also specially selected the most evil and difficult-to-absorb 'Demon Spider type' Soul Beast among Soul Beast!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Wu Yuan, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes:

"Mo Xuan's Moro Vine is good, but he was born in a poor family and was malnourished since childhood. After coming to the academy, he was tortured by that guy's inexplicable training method!"

Zhao Wuji's voice became more and more excited:

"Flender and I both raised doubts at the time! I said it was too risky! Seventeen hundred years, it's still Demon Spider... What if something goes wrong?"

"But what did that guy say?"

Zhao Wuji imitated a certain sophisticated tone, his voice full of sarcasm:

"He said - 'My theory is not wrong. Mo Xuan's talent is worthy of this age. This is the best training for him.'"

"Flender...Flender that idiot!"

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth:

"He and that guy have been friends for decades. He said he 'believed in the brother's theory' and suppressed my objection!"

"After that, Flender and I... will take this child to Star Dou Great Forest to get Spirit Ring."

He paused, and the muscles on his face twitched violently, as if he had returned to that nightmare scene again.

Zhao Wuji's voice lowered, with a strong tone of exhaustion and despair:

"The result... you also saw it."

"That guy... is just a liar who is just trying to gain fame!"

He clenched his fists suddenly, and his joints made a rattling sound:

"I don't know what evil got into Flender! Now... when Mo Xuan has become like this, he is still protecting that guy!"

"He wanted me to help him lie! He said Mo Xuan had an accident!"

Zhao Wuji's voice suddenly rose in pitch, almost roaring:

"Fuck the accident!!"

"Mo Xuan was harmed by his bullshit theories!!!"

The roar echoed in the forest, startling several birds in the distant treetops.

Wu Yuan listened quietly and his face became gloomy.

He glanced at the unconscious Mo Xuan in Zhao Wuji's arms, then looked at Zhao Wuji's bloodshot eyes filled with anger and regret, and slowly said:

"Surprisingly... there is such a person."

There was clear anger in Wu Yuan's voice:

"Soul Elder, who is born at the seventh level and is less than thirteen years old... This is a seedling that must be cultivated in any sect or family."

He sighed, the sigh was heavy and regretful:

"What a pity... this child's life is ruined."

Dai Tianyu on the side has been listening quietly.

His little brows were wrinkled slightly, obviously trying hard to digest every word Zhao Wuji said.

But when he heard descriptions such as "theory Grandmaster", "less than fifty years old Soul Elder", and "a set of theories", Dai Tianyu's little face was suddenly startled.

He blinked.

A name... a name I had heard before suddenly jumped out of the depths of my memory.

--Yu Xiaogang.

Dai Tianyu remembered.

That was a past incident that Tang San casually mentioned when he and Tang San were taking a break after training in the small courtyard of Heaven Dou City.

At that time Tang San was sitting on the ground wiping his sweat and said in a calm tone:

"If I hadn't met Master... I might still be at the Nuoding Academy, being fooled by a mediocre teacher named 'Yu Xiaogang' and learning some nondescript theories."

Dai Tianyu still remembers asking curiously:

"Yu Xiaogang? Is he very powerful?"

Tang San shook his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes:

"A Soul Master who is in his fifties and has not reached level 30 yet calls himself 'theoretical Grandmaster'."

"He wanted to accept me as his disciple at that time, and the theory he mentioned... was full of loopholes."

Tang San paused, looked at Fu Shiyan who was guiding Xiao Wu not far away, and said in a softer voice:

"Master used only three sentences to completely refute his theory."

"The man... left with a livid face."

The memory stops here.

Dai Tianyu suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Wuji, with a look of confirmation on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, his voice clear and clear as a child:

"Zhao... Uncle Zhao."

"The 'theory Grandmaster' you are talking about... isn't it called -"

Dai Tianyu paused and uttered those three words clearly:

"Yu Xiaogang?"

Zhao Wuji was shocked all over!

He suddenly turned his head to look at Dai Tianyu, his bell-like eyes widened, and his voice changed slightly due to shock:

"You... how do you know?!"

This reaction said it all.

Dai Tianyu's little face turned serious.

He did not answer Zhao Wuji's question immediately, but first glanced at Wu Yuan, then at the unconscious Mo Xuan, and finally looked at Zhao Wuji again, and said slowly:

"My junior brother Tang San... almost became his student before."