I Really Didn't Kill Him (Seeking Recommendations, Collections, and Continued Reading)

After signing her name on the enrollment form, Meng Shenji immediately tucked away this "indenture" of Wang Dong'er's with great care.

"Qin Ming, take Wang Dong'er to familiarize herself with the academy first. I am placing her in your charge for the time being. If I find out that Wang Dong'er has suffered any grievances under your watch, or has been bullied by some blind fool in the academy, don't blame me for losing my temper with you."

"Commissioner, you can rest assured," Qin Ming promised, patting his chest with an extremely earnest expression.

To put it bluntly, with talent like Wang Dong'er's, she would undoubtedly become a national treasure of the Royal Academy in the future. If it weren't for the fact that it was currently the holiday period and only the two of them were on duty, Meng Shenji would have certainly dispatched teachers immediately, or even arranged for a commissioner to provide twenty-four-hour personal protection for Wang Dong'er.

Watching Wang Dong'er and Qin Ming depart, Meng Shenji set aside all his current work and rose to walk out of his office. He seemed to have shed decades of age in an instant, hopping toward his carriage like a child, heading straight for the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

The academy had recruited a commoner genius Spirit Master—with such good news to report to Emperor Xue Ye and the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, who was currently in charge of academy affairs, they would surely be overjoyed.

Wang Dong'er followed Qin Ming as he gave her a general tour of the Royal Academy, after which he brought her to the hill behind the academy.

The scenery here was excellent, the air crisp and cool, with a vast bamboo forest swaying in the wind, rustling softly. In the center of the bamboo forest stood a large circular spirit fighting arena, and behind the arena stood an independent small villa.

"This is the training ground and lounge provided by the academy specifically for members of the Imperial Fighting Team. Wang Dong'er, you will live here from now on."

"Teacher Qin Ming, does joining the Imperial Fighting Team not require any tests? Isn't it a bit rash to just join like this?" Wang Dong'er asked.

"Hahaha, how could it be?" Qin Ming laughed. "With your cultivation talent, where would you need any tests?"

He pointed to the small building: "The lounge has three floors. The first floor is a public area, and my office is also located there; the second floor is the male members' lounge; the third floor is for the female members. There are currently seven members in the Imperial Fighting Team, five male students and two female students. At this hour, I expect they are all cultivating their spirit power in the mimicry training grounds. You go up and pick a room to rest in first, and when they return, I will introduce you to everyone."

"Alright, thank you for the trouble, Teacher Qin Ming."

Wang Dong'er walked into the lounge and went straight to the third floor where the female students lived. There were five rooms on this floor, two of which had shoe cabinets placed outside their doors.

Various high heels were neatly arranged on the shoe cabinets, and the air was filled with a faint scent of grass mixed with the smell of leather—she didn't know if it belonged to Dugu Yan or Ye Lingling.

Cough! Don't misunderstand; Wang Dong'er didn't have any strange hobbies, it was just that a Spirit Master's sense of smell was far superior to an ordinary person's, so even from a distance, the scent of the shoes could drift faintly into her nose.

Wang Dong'er picked an empty room at random and was just about to push the door open when "Bang—" a dull thud suddenly came from the room behind her, like something heavy hitting the floor.

Didn't Qin Ming say that the members of the Imperial Fighting Team were all cultivating in the mimicry training grounds? Why was someone slacking off?

Wang Dong'er shook her head, not taking it to heart at first. But immediately after, a series of intermittent, painful groans drifted from the room, and black-red blood began to slowly seep out from the gap at the bottom of the door.

Wang Dong'er's eyes widened abruptly.

What was going on?

She didn't have time to overthink it. If this person died in the room, wouldn't she become the prime suspect? Saving a life was more important.

Wang Dong'er threw the door open, and what greeted her was a jarring pool of blood. In the center of the blood pool lay a purple-haired girl on her side.

The girl's face was as pale as paper, blood seeping from her features, her breath as weak as a flickering candle in the wind. She was curled into a ball, trembling uncontrollably, her entire body soaked through with cold sweat and blood.

The commotion of Wang Dong'er bursting in caused her to use her final ounce of strength to barely lift her eyelids, but she only saw a blurry blue figure before letting out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of ink-black blood, and passing out completely.

Wang Dong'er froze in place.

The girl's mouthful of blood had landed squarely, splashing right onto her pants.

Her eyelids twitched wildly, her pupils shrinking into two tiny dots.

Sister, we have no grudges, why are you trying to frame me like this?

Wang Dong'er was someone who had seen the world, so she naturally wouldn't be truly frightened by the horrific scene before her.

Through the girl's physical features, she immediately recognized the other's identity—the vice-captain of the Imperial Fighting Team, the precious granddaughter of the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan's symptoms were clearly the backlash of the Jade Phosphor Snake Poison.

It was just that the severity of this backlash was far too tragic.

It was no wonder that Dugu Bo would later be so moved by Tang San's spirit bone detoxification method that he would willingly offer up his own heart...

If it were her own precious granddaughter suffering from such a snake poison backlash, she would probably be eternally grateful to her savior as well.

Confirming that Dugu Yan wouldn't die for the moment, Wang Dong'er breathed a slight sigh of relief. She bypassed Dugu Yan, grabbed a mop from the bathroom, and began to clean up the "crime scene"—ah, phew!

"It's a good thing your teammates aren't here. If they saw this, they would definitely insist I did something unspeakable to you."

No sooner had Wang Dong'er finished speaking than a burst of footsteps suddenly came from outside. By the time she realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

"Yanyan!"

Ye Lingling, who had just returned from cultivation, saw her pupils dilate sharply and let out a cry of grief.

Seeing Wang Dong'er covered in blood and holding a mop while standing in a pool of blood, Ye Lingling's eyes turned red instantly.

Overwhelming grief made her completely forget that she was merely an auxiliary-type Spirit Master, and she charged forward recklessly, pounding her soft, powerless fists against Wang Dong'er.

"Miss, please calm down, you've misunderstood me!"

Wang Dong'er dodged while trying to explain, but Ye Lingling was like a madwoman and wouldn't listen at all.

Helpless, Wang Dong'er had no choice but to strike her unconscious.

Before Wang Dong'er could even catch her breath, a rush of chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell again.

"Lingling, Yanyan, what happened to you? What's going on?"

This time, five young men arrived, looking incredibly anxious and aggressive.

Upon seeing the tragedy before them, the five were incensed and shouted out.

"Damn bastard, ah!"

Wang Dong'er didn't even have a chance to speak before she was forced to retreat by the thunder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

She had no choice but to immediately release her martial soul, entering the state of martial soul possession, and relied on flight to dodge Yu Tianheng's attacks.

"Don't be in such a hurry to attack, listen to my explanation first! You've misunderstood me, I was just passing by..."