The Injury That Soul Power Cannot Heal

"Go attend to your own affairs. Your daughter's injuries are severe; if you want her arm to recover, you might try the Tang Sect."

"Alright, you may leave now. I have my own matters to attend to."

Leng Yaozhu said this while glancing at Mu Chen.

She was not skilled at communicating with others, especially men.

Upon hearing Leng Yaozhu's words, Mu Chen reacted quickly.

He offered a bitter smile, bowed to Leng Yaozhu once more with cupped hands, then turned and hurried toward the hospital, intending to check on the condition of his daughter and his disciple.

Following Mu Chen's departure, Leng Yaozhu stood there alone.

Her left fist remained tightly clenched until Mu Chen had been gone for a long time.

Her figure soared into mid-air, her gaze fixed intently upon her left arm.

As her palm was instantly enveloped by the power of flames, a frantic energy condensed within her hand; she attempted to heal the injury on her palm.

Yet, under Leng Yaozhu's cold, piercing gaze, the wound in her hand showed no sign of recovery.

She looked at her arm; a deep, prominent gash was clearly visible across her slender, jade-like palm.

It extended from her middle finger all the way to the base of her palm.

But that was not the most terrifying part; the most terrifying thing was that she was unable to mend this injury.

As Leng Yaozhu pressed her right hand over her left, an even more powerful force of flames began to gather, yet the injury on her arm still would not heal.

This small cut looked like an ordinary wound, but it seemed to contain a power she could not comprehend that was preventing the healing process.

She could feel the cells within her body beginning to repair the small cut, and the regeneration was proceeding smoothly.

Given the strength of her own physique, the wound should have been able to heal within half a day at most.

The problem, however, was that she could not use any Soul Power to assist in the repair.

This was the reason for Leng Yaozhu's deepest fear, or perhaps more accurately, her utter shock.

What kind of bizarre power is this, that it cannot be repaired using Soul Power?

The intelligence reports from the Tang Sect mentioned that his power was immense, but they never once mentioned this inability to heal with Soul Power.

Did the Tang Sect intentionally withhold this information, or is the person I encountered not the same individual they described?

As Leng Yaozhu pondered these questions, her eyes turned ice-cold to the point of biting.

She gripped her left hand tightly, feeling the dense, prickling pain radiating from it.

To her, this level of pain was nothing.

However, the fact that the wound would not heal left her with a sense of humiliation.

It felt as if someone else's mark had been left upon her body, a sensation that filled Leng Yaozhu with intense revulsion.

As her phone connected, her icy voice rang out:

"Mobilize the surveillance feeds for the entire city. I must know where that person appeared from. Even if you can't find the exact location, I need at least a general vicinity."

The morning sun spilled across the earth.

Unfortunately, it was a cloudy day.

The sky was a hazy, indistinct white.

Only scattered rays of sunlight managed to pierce through the thick layer of clouds to touch the ground, only to be quickly swallowed up by the overcast sky.

Outside the academy, many students walked in pairs, heading toward the teaching buildings.

As Soul Masters, they were indifferent to whether it rained or not.

Although a few students carried umbrellas, most of them lived on campus, so there weren't many umbrellas to be seen.

Outside the dormitory hallway, Li Moxun let out a yawn.

After a quick wash and brushing his teeth, he put on his clothes and headed downstairs.

Compared to the students around him who were frantically scarfing down food and rushing to class, Li Moxun was the most composed of them all.

Although the Zero Class was also required to arrive on time, they did not have morning study sessions.

Regular classes required arrival by 7:50, but students in the Zero Class could arrive by 8:10.

Under these circumstances, Li Moxun appeared exceptionally relaxed.

He ordered a bowl of millet porridge, a few side dishes, and two steamed buns, sitting quietly as he ate his meal.

A few minutes later, the class bell rang, and most of the people had already left; looking around, there was almost no one left.

Enjoying this leisure time that set him apart from the others, Li Moxun finished his meal, calmly placed his tray in the designated area, and headed toward his classroom.

Inside the Grade One Zero Class at this moment, the others had already arrived.

The only ones missing were Li Moxun and Tang Wulin.

As the door opened, Xie Xie looked over with an expectant expression.

However, it was Li Moxun who walked in.

Seeing the strange look on Xie Xie's face, Li Moxun merely glanced at him calmly.

Then, he sat down in his seat with an indifferent air.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the one empty seat remaining on the other side.

His expression remained unchanged.

After all, he knew his own situation.

He hadn't truly dealt Tang Wulin a heavy blow; Tang Wulin's injuries were the most superficial.

Even though his relationship with Tang Wulin wasn't good, he wouldn't resort to lethal force over a trivial matter like the other boy failing to offer an explanation.

On matters like this, Li Moxun saw things very clearly.

Repay kindness with kindness, and vengeance with vengeance.

He would not implicate the innocent or vent his rage on everyone around him.

But whoever offended him would have to pay the price.

Therefore, he didn't care in the slightest that Tang Wulin hadn't arrived yet.

Because he knew it wouldn't be long before the boy showed up.

As the bell for class rang, Wu Zhangkong was late once again.

It wasn't until around 8:30 that the door finally opened.

Wu Zhangkong walked in, followed by Tang Wulin, who had already been bandaged up.

At a glance, the only difference was the gauze wrapped around the youth's neck.

There was also gauze on his arm.

Other spots included his face, though those were wounds left over from yesterday.

Seeing Tang Wulin enter, Xie Xie looked at him with concern.

Xu Xiaoyan's gaze also shifted toward him.

Noticing the eyes of his students, Wu Zhangkong swept a glance over them. "Alright, everyone, return to your seats and sit down."

"Tang Wulin is fine; he was simply caught in a terrorist attack last night and sustained some injuries."

"Now, everyone sit down. Let's begin today's lesson."

As Wu Zhangkong spoke, his calm eyes swept across the group.

He then proceeded to continue the lecture.

The knowledge presented here was actually quite different from what Li Moxun had previously learned.

Fortunately, he hadn't really attended school ten thousand years ago.

So, he studied with extra diligence, and the conflicting information didn't lead him astray.

The morning classes passed quickly, and the afternoon was dedicated to combat training.

By the time the combat training ended, the Zero Class was dismissed together.

At night, as the bright starlight reflected across the firmament.

After finishing dinner, Li Moxun looked at the news on his phone regarding his own wanted status.

His expression was somewhat strange, as if he were watching his own masterpiece on television.

It made him feel a peculiar sense of novelty.

However, upon reflection, Li Moxun didn't feel much of a sense of accomplishment.

After all, this was a trivial matter in the grand scheme of things.

Just as he was preparing to return to his dormitory to continue taking his medicine, four people—Xu Xiaoyan, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue—appeared before him together.

They blocked his path.

The two sides exchanged glances, and Li Moxun looked at the four of them with confusion.

If it were just Gu Yue coming to find him, he could accept that.

After all, there was a high probability that Gu Yue had guessed these people were his clones, she just hadn't said anything.

But for all of them to come over together left Li Moxun feeling puzzled.