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After the door opened, the first thing that caught Zhao Wuji and Mo Xuan's eyes was Tang San standing inside the door.

He has a tall and straight posture, a calm face, and a pair of clear eyes with a stability that belies his age.

He just stood there, like a newly born bamboo, with a restrained and firm aura.

Zhao Wuji's eyes quickly swept over him, and his heart was slightly shuddering - this young man is not simple.

But at this moment, all his attention was instantly locked on the black figure behind Tang San.

Silver hair, mysterious clothes, tall and straight figure like a pine tree.

His face was too young, and he looked to be no more than twenty years old, but the eyes that looked at him calmly did not have any of the jumpiness and wandering that young people should have.

Zhao Wuji was shocked and a little unsure.

He took half a step forward, clasped his fists, and his voice was slightly rough because of his eagerness:

"Excuse me... are you the Mr. Fu that Brother Dai mentioned?"

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, his voice was calm:

"It's me."

After confirming his identity, the huge stone in Zhao Wuji's heart fell slightly, but what followed was an even stronger sense of anxiety and hope.

He quickly carefully adjusted the posture of Mo Xuan on his back, and spoke very quickly about the cause and effect:

"Mr. Fu, the thing is like this..."

He described how he met Dai Tianyu's group on the border wilderness, how they received treatment, and how Dai Tianyu mentioned the possible means of "Nine Heart Begonia" and Fu Shiyan.

Although his narration was a little bumpy due to his eagerness, the key information was accurate. Especially when he talked about why Mo Xuan was injured and who was wronged by him, the suppressed anger and regret in his voice almost overflowed.

Finally, he took a deep breath, his bell-like eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, but flashed with an almost humble plea:

"... Brother Dai said that you might have a way."

"Mr. Fu, please... save this child!"

"I, Zhao Wuji, have never begged anyone in my life, but today... I beg you!"

"No matter what the cost, you can take my life at any time!"

The Mo Xuan on his back opened his eyes at some point.

The young man leaned weakly on Zhao Wuji's broad shoulders, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, but his eyes were fixed on Fu Shiyan, which was mixed with the last glimmer of hope bursting out from the depths of despair.

Fu Shiyan listened quietly without any change of expression on his face, as if the life-and-death crises and theoretical fallacies Zhao Wuji described were just the breeze blowing by his ears.

It wasn't until Zhao Wuji finished speaking and looked at him earnestly with those bloodshot eyes that Fu Shiyan nodded lightly:

"Okay, let's talk first."

His tone was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger. After speaking, he turned around, his black clothes drew a sharp arc, and walked straight towards the main room of the courtyard.

The moment he turned his back to the two of them--

Fu Shiyan's mouth curved in an extremely subtle and almost imperceptible way.

Mo Xuan This person, Fu Shiyan, is more than just "knowing".

As early as when Yu Xiaogang "discovered" the boy Innate Soul Power, eighth level, Martial Soul Moro Vine in the Shrek Academy, and took him into his family like a treasure, Fu Shiyan already knew all of this at the same time.

Even how Yu Xiaogang met Mo Xuan, how he talked about it with a set of half-truths and half-false theories mixed with private goods, and how he described a bright future as a "theory verifier", thus making this young man who came from a poor background and longed to become stronger...

All these details are clear to Fu Shiyan.

There is no other reason.

As early as at the gate of the Nuoding Academy, he and Yu Xiaogang had their first confrontation over Tang San. In just a few words, he completely refuted the other's theory and made him leave in embarrassment--

A special Blue Silver Grass species, so tiny that it is almost impossible to detect it with the naked eye, has quietly Parasite landed on Yu Xiaogang's body.

At that time, the character design calculated after Tang San's second Simulation was considered to be the most proficient in the field of Blue Silver Grass.

Moreover, Tang San also gave him a theoretical character design of Grandmaster, so some skills like Parasite that many Plant-type Soul Beast can master, you don't even need to hunt Spirit Skill, you can do it naturally through the control ability of Martial Soul.

That Blue Silver Grass tree is like a silent eye and ear, following Yu Xiaogang silently.

When Fu Shiyan did this, he naturally had his own considerations.

Yu Xiaogang, this character who was named "Grandmaster" in the original world line and ultimately regarded himself as the "Teacher of God", regardless of his true level, his Entanglement "luck" is absolutely extraordinary.

From Fu Shiyan's perspective, such a person is a huge source of Faith Power.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang has been on his "chessboard" from very early on.

Because of this, when Fu Shiyan learned about Yu Xiaogang's plans after the Shrek Academy met Mo Xuan through the grass seed of Parasite, and heard that he had not changed at all and was still copying the "Limit Training Method" and "Spirit Ring Matching Theory" in the original world line that were eager for quick success and disregarded individual differences--

He has already seen the ending of Mo Xuan.

A young man with fair talent and a simple heart, who carries the simplest trust in his "teacher" and "becoming stronger".

In the end, they could only fall victim to those theories that were full of loopholes but were cloaked with "authority". They fell halfway to the higher ladder, with broken tendons and fractures, and Martial Soul collapsed.

This ending is almost inevitable.

An inevitability based on Yu Xiaogang's paranoia, vanity and theoretical flaws.

After Mo Xuan and Zhao Wuji followed Fu Shiyan into the main room, Fu Shiyan did not immediately talk about the injury.

He first looked at Tang San and Xiao Wu who were following them, and ordered in a calm voice:

"Xiao San, take Xiao Wu and the others to the backyard. Fu Zhi will be in charge of today's morning class."

Tang San immediately understood that Master wanted to talk to the visitor alone.

He simply responded "Yes" and motioned for Xiao Wu and the others to follow.

Xiao Wu glanced curiously at Mo Xuan, who was weak on Zhao Wuji's back, before being gently pulled away by Tang San.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar also hurriedly followed. They quickly passed through the side door and disappeared towards the backyard.

It was quiet inside the house.

Fu Shiyan casually pointed to the wooden chair in the hall. "Sit."

Zhao Wuji carefully took Mo Xuan off his back and helped him slowly sit in a large chair.

Mo Xuan's legs hung weakly, with his ankles showing an unnatural stiff angle.

Zhao Wuji himself was not sitting, but stood beside Mo Xuan's chair like an iron tower, his hands clenched nervously and his eyes fixed on Fu Shiyan.

Their hearts were in their throats, and the air in the room seemed to have solidified, leaving only the sound of Mo Xuan's heavy breathing that he tried his best to suppress.

Fu Shiyan's eyes fell on Mo Xuan's lifeless legs, stayed for a moment, and then moved to the young and pale face.

"Reach out your hand." He said concisely and concisely.

Mo Xuan obeyed subconsciously, stretched out his left hand tremblingly, and placed it on the coffee table next to him.

His wrist was so thin that it was almost skin and bones, and the purple blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

Fu Shiyan stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand and gently placed them on the wrist pulse of Mo Xuan.

A wisp of extremely pure Soul Power, as concise as silver thread, quietly penetrated into Mo Xuan's body from his fingertips.

The whole process only takes ten breaths.

Fu Shiyan took back his hand and was silent for a moment.

His eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was thinking.

And this short silence, for Zhao Wuji and Mo Xuan, was as long as torture.

Mo Xuan's already pale face turned even paler, even his lips lost the last bit of blood, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Zhao Wuji's fists clenched loudly, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and the light of hope in his eyes began to waver and dim.

Could it be that... even this Mr. Fu...

Just when the cloud of despair was about to completely envelope the two of them--

Fu Shiyan raised his eyes.

His expression remained calm, and he just said calmly:

"Well, it's not a big problem."

Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly burst into incredible light!

Zhao Wuji was even more shaken all over. The huge surprise made his brain buzz. He took a step forward and opened his mouth impatiently and asked:

"Mr. Fu! You mean... you can really..."

"Don't worry yet."

Fu Shiyan interrupted him, his voice still calm.

His eyes moved away from Zhao Wuji's face and landed on Mo Xuan again.

This time, his eyes were no longer just a calm exploration, but became extremely sharp and deep, locking Mo Xuan's eyes as if they were real, and he slowly spoke:

"I have a question that I need you to answer first."

"What if--"

"I will repair your Martial Soul, restore your Soul Power, and let your legs stand up again..."

Fu Shiyan leaned forward slightly, his eyes burning:

"What is the first thing you want to do?"

This question, like a cold key, suddenly opened a box in Mo Xuan's heart that had been temporarily sealed by pain and despair.

Mo Xuan was stunned by the question.

The huge surprise was still lingering in his mind, making him unable to think about the meaning behind this question for a while.

But then, with almost no need for any brewing, an emotion that had already been deeply rooted in his bones, like long-suppressed volcanic lava, suddenly broke through all his rational barriers!

Hate!

Pure, blazing hatred that almost burned him to death!

There is also that cold and biting murderous intention that wants to crush his bones into ashes!

These emotions spread out from his eyes completely uncontrollably, causing his newly lit eyes to turn red instantly, as if they were dripping blood.

His body trembled again due to the violent impact of emotions. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out two words hoarse and bloody from the depths of his throat:

"Revenge!"

No hesitation, no hiding.

Mo Xuan is not Tang San.

He has not experienced the long-term infiltration of the values of "Heaven and Earth, Lord, Prince, Teacher" in another world, and does not have the deep-rooted, almost instinctive shackles of "respecting teachers and respecting Tao".

In his simple and direct world view, kindness is kindness and hatred is hatred.

And everything Yu Xiaogang did to him - the guidance and care that once made him cry with gratitude, and the extreme training that seemed to be tailor-made for him!

At this moment, under the bloody ending, all the hypocritical coats were taken away, revealing the cold and cruel truth!

Lie, deceive, exploit.

He is just an experiment, a tool used to verify the theory that is full of loopholes, a consumable that can be sacrificed and replaced at any time.

Therefore, his answer was so direct and violent.