Zhao Dabao's Deviation

The night breeze was cool on the playground of Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy.

Zhao Dabao knelt on the cold bluestone tiles, his hands clutching his head—which had only a few strands of hair left—as he let out a shrill, pig-slaughtering scream.

This frenzied behavior quickly shattered the tranquility of the campus.

Students and instructors in the surrounding dormitories were startled, many rushing to the edge of the playground to watch without even throwing on a coat.

"Isn't that Instructor Zhao? What is he doing in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know. He looks like he's lost his mind, rolling around on the ground like that."

"It's terrifying. He keeps shouting about a swindler; do you think he's suffered some kind of shock?"

The onlookers pointed and whispered, a cacophony of murmurs rising in the air.

Just then, a stern reprimand came from the edge of the crowd.

"What are you all doing gathered here! Don't you need to sleep! Disperse, all of you!"

A tall, stern-faced middle-aged man strode over.

He wore a crisp uniform with the badge of the Dean of Students pinned to his chest.

Seeing Zhao Dabao rolling on the ground in the center of the playground, the Dean of Students' brows knitted into a knot, his eyes filled with disgust and dissatisfaction.

The Dean of Students walked quickly to Zhao Dabao and asked loudly from a position of authority: "Zhao Dabao! As an instructor of the academy, what kind of decorum is this, screaming and shouting in the middle of the night! What kind of madness is this!"

Facing the Dean of Students' stern questioning, Zhao Dabao suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, the whites filled with red veins, and his entire face was twisted and distorted by extreme anger and despair.

He couldn't hear a word the Dean of Students said; he simply waved his hands incoherently, shouting like a lunatic who had lost his mind.

"My Marrow Cleansing Pill! My Top-Grade Marrow Cleansing Pill! And my Gold Soul Coin!"

Zhao Dabao grabbed the Dean of Students' pant leg, roaring with a hoarse voice, "The system is a liar! It clearly said the reward had been issued, so why didn't I get anything! It's all a scam! Give me back my things!"

The Dean of Students was startled by his manic appearance and pulled his leg away with force, scolding: "What Marrow Cleansing Pill, what system! Are you drunk! Someone, come here, pull him up and take him away, don't make a spectacle of yourself here!"

Just as several male instructors prepared to step forward to pull him away, a sudden change occurred.

Because he had been intercepted by Su Yu for three consecutive days and had not received any system rewards, combined with his emotions reaching a breaking point, the soul power within Zhao Dabao suddenly spiraled out of control like a wild horse.

A violent surge of soul power erupted from his fat body, forcing the surrounding instructors to retreat repeatedly.

"Ah!"

Zhao Dabao let out a scream of extreme agony.

His eyes rolled back, revealing a large, terrifying expanse of white.

Immediately after, his body fell straight backward, slamming heavily onto the bluestone tiles.

Large amounts of white foam gushed from the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin and all over his neck.

His limbs stiffened, twitching crazily on the ground; he had completely lost consciousness and fallen into a state of cultivation deviation.

The surrounding students saw this scene and gasped in shock, several timid girls even covering their eyes and screaming.

"Not good! He's suffering from cultivation deviation! Hold him down!"

The Dean of Students' expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently.

Several powerful instructors immediately rushed forward, joining forces to release their soul power to desperately suppress the violent energy rampaging inside Zhao Dabao.

After a chaotic struggle, they finally forcibly subdued the crazed Zhao Dabao, found a stretcher, and carried him directly to the academy infirmary.

The infirmary was brightly lit.

The academy's best healing-type soul master wiped the sweat from his brow as he withdrew his hand from Zhao Dabao's wrist, his expression exceptionally grave.

"How is he?"

The Dean of Students asked anxiously.

The healing-type soul master sighed and shook his head, saying: "There's no saving him. The soul power in his body has completely run wild, and his meridians are severely damaged, shattered inch by inch. Although his life is preserved, he will never be able to use a shred of soul power again for the rest of his life. He is now completely crippled."

Hearing this diagnosis, the instructors in the ward looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

A perfectly fine soul master had turned into a cripple just because he went mad in the middle of the night.

This news quickly reached the ears of the academy's top brass.

That night, the leadership of Nuoding Academy held an emergency meeting.

The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely solemn.

"Zhao Dabao acting like a lunatic on the playground in the middle of the night not only disturbed all the teachers and students but also turned himself into a cripple. This behavior has seriously affected the reputation of our Nuoding Academy!"

A Vice Dean slammed the table, speaking with righteous indignation.

"That's right, our academy absolutely cannot keep a crippled instructor who has suffered from cultivation deviation. If word gets out, what will other academies think of us?"

The Old Dean, sitting at the head of the table, listened to the discussion with a gloomy expression.

Without any hesitation, he took up his pen and signed his name directly on a file.

"Sign the dismissal order immediately."

The Old Dean coldly ordered, "Have someone throw the unconscious Zhao Dabao out of the academy gates overnight. Our Nuoding Academy has no need for such an embarrassing piece of trash."

The cold wind of late night whistled through the streets of Nuoding City.

Two sturdy academy guards carried the unconscious Zhao Dabao and, as if tossing out garbage, dumped him directly onto the icy street outside the academy gates.

Accompanied by a dull thud, Zhao Dabao collapsed onto the ground like a pile of mud, ignored by all.

At this moment, by the window of Dorm Seven.

Su Yu stood quietly, taking in everything that happened outside the gates by the moonlight.

Watching the miserable figure of Zhao Dabao being tossed out, he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Without mobilizing a single soldier or engaging in any direct conflict, he had resolved a potential threat carrying a top-tier sign-in cheat with a bloodless victory, simply by altering a few words on the system panel.

Not only that, he had drained every last bit of the other's fortune.

Xiao Wu stood right behind Su Yu.

She had also witnessed the scene outside the gates.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she understood better than anyone what it meant for a soul master to lose their cultivation and become a cripple.

Xiao Wu looked at Su Yu's calm back, unable to stop herself from swallowing, a clear sound echoing in her throat.

She felt a chill creeping up her spine.

This human boy was too terrifying; he appeared harmless on the surface, but in reality, he was black-hearted to the extreme.

Killing without drawing blood—this was a truly ruthless character.

She secretly swore to herself that she must never provoke this demon, or her fate would surely be ten thousand times worse than that fatty's.

Su Yu reached out to close the window, shutting out the cold wind from outside.

He turned around, his gaze falling upon Tang Wu, who was sitting obediently on the bed.

Su Yu pulled the Top-Grade Marrow Cleansing Pill, which exuded a rich fragrance, from his robes.

The medicinal pill emitted a faint fluorescent glow in the dim dormitory.

Holding the pill, he stepped forward to stand before Tang Wu, a flicker of anticipation flashing in the depths of his profound eyes.