"Go take care of your own business. Your daughter's injuries are severe. If she wants to recover her arm, she can try going to the Tang Sect."
"All right, you can leave now. I have things of my own to attend to."
As Leng Yaozhu spoke, she glanced at Mu Chen.
She wasn't good at dealing with people, especially men.
Hearing Leng Yaozhu's words, Mu Chen reacted quickly.
He gave a bitter smile, clasped his hands toward Leng Yaozhu once more in salute, then turned and hurried to the hospital to check on his daughter and disciple.
After Mu Chen left, Leng Yaozhu stood where she was.
Her left fist remained clenched long after Mu Chen had gone.
She rose into the air and gazed at her left arm.
In an instant, flames enveloped her palm. As a frantic surge of power gathered in her hand, she tried to heal the wound.
But under Leng Yaozhu's cold gaze, the injury on her hand did not heal.
She looked at her arm. A deep gash stood out on her slender, jade-like hand.
It ran from her middle finger all the way to the edge of her palm.
But that wasn't the most terrifying part. The most terrifying thing was that she couldn't heal the wound.
Leng Yaozhu pressed her right hand against her left, gathering an even mightier force of flame, but the injury on her arm still wouldn't heal.
The little cut looked like an ordinary nick, but some kind of power within it seemed to be stopping her—something she couldn't understand.
She could feel the cells in her body constantly working to mend the little cut, and the healing was going smoothly.
Given her physical strength, the wound would take no more than half a day to heal.
The problem was that she couldn't repair it with Soul Power at all.
That was what frightened Leng Yaozhu most—or, rather, what shocked her most.
"What kind of bizarre power is this? How can it be impossible to heal with Soul Power?"
"The information from the Tang Sect said his power was formidable, but it never mentioned that his injuries couldn't be healed with Soul Power."
"Did the Tang Sect deliberately conceal this, or was that person different from the one who appeared before?"
As Leng Yaozhu thought, her gaze grew icy to the extreme.
She held her left hand tightly, feeling a dense, prickling pain.
The pain itself was nothing to her.
But the fact that it wouldn't heal made her feel humiliated.
It was as if someone had left their mark on her, and the thought filled Leng Yaozhu with disgust.
When the call connected, her icy voice rang out:
"Get me the surveillance footage from across the entire city. I need to know where he appeared. Even if you can't pinpoint the exact location, find me the general area."
The early morning sun fell across the earth.
Unfortunately, the sky was overcast today.
A hazy white stretched across the heavens.
Only scattered rays of sunlight managed to pierce the cloud cover and reach the ground, before the clouds quickly swallowed them up.
Outside the academy, students walked toward the teaching building in pairs.
As Soul Masters, they didn't care whether it rained.
A few students carried umbrellas, but most lived in the dorms.
So not many had brought one.
Outside the corridor, Li Moxun yawned.
After a quick brush and wash, he got dressed and went downstairs.
Compared with the students around him, who were wolfing down breakfast before rushing to class, Li Moxun was the most relaxed of all.
Class Zero also required students to arrive on time, but it didn't have things like early-morning study sessions.
Regular classes started at 7:50, but Class Zero students only needed to arrive by 8:10.
Under the circumstances, Li Moxun was especially at ease.
He ordered a bowl of millet porridge, a few side dishes, and two steamed buns, then sat there eating quietly.
A few minutes later, the class bell rang. Most people had left, and when he looked around, there was hardly anyone left nearby.
He enjoyed this stretch of free time, unlike what everyone else had.
After finishing his meal, Li Moxun calmly placed his tray in the designated spot.
Then he went to class.
By now, everyone else in First-Year Class Zero had arrived.
The only ones still missing were Li Moxun and Tang Wulin.
As the classroom door opened, Xie Xie looked over with eager anticipation.
But it was Li Moxun who walked in.
Seeing Xie Xie's strange expression, Li Moxun merely glanced at him calmly.
Then he sat down in his seat without a word.
He turned his gaze slightly to the side, toward another empty seat.
His expression didn't change.
After all, he knew the situation.
He hadn't truly dealt a serious blow to Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin had suffered the lightest injuries.
Although Li Moxun and Tang Wulin didn't get along, he wasn't going to kill him over something as trivial as his failure to explain himself.
Li Moxun understood this sort of thing perfectly.
Repay kindness with kindness, and vengeance with vengeance.
He wouldn't drag innocent people into it or use everyone as a means of declaring his rage.
But whoever wronged him would pay for it.
So Li Moxun didn't care in the slightest that Tang Wulin hadn't arrived.
It wouldn't be long before he showed up.
When the class bell rang, Wu Zhangkong was late once again.
It wasn't until around 8:30 that the classroom door finally opened.
Wu Zhangkong walked in, with Tang Wulin, his wounds bandaged, behind him.
At a glance, the only difference was that several strips of gauze were wrapped around the boy's neck.
There was also gauze wrapped around his arm.
His face was bandaged too, though those wounds had been left over from the day before.
When Tang Wulin entered, Xie Xie looked at him with concern.
Xu Xiaoyan's gaze also turned toward him.
Noticing their eyes, Wu Zhangkong glanced at them. "All right, get back to your seats."
"Tang Wulin is fine. He was caught up in a terrorist attack last night and suffered some injuries."
"Now, everyone take your seats. We'll begin today's lesson."
As Wu Zhangkong spoke, his calm eyes swept over the class.
Then he began the lesson.
The material being taught was quite different from what Li Moxun knew.
Fortunately, he hadn't done much studying even ten thousand years ago.
So he studied with particular focus and wasn't misled by the conflicting information.
The morning classes passed quickly. In the afternoon, they had practical training.
Once practical training was over, Class Zero was dismissed along with the rest of the school.
At night, bright starlight shone across the firmament.
After dinner, Li Moxun saw the news on his phone reporting that he was wanted.
His expression turned a little strange, as if he'd just seen his own handiwork on television.
For some reason, he found it rather surreal.
Still, as he thought about it, Li Moxun didn't feel much of a sense of accomplishment.
After all, it was only a small matter.
Just as he was about to return to the dormitory and continue taking his pills,
Xu Xiaoyan, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue appeared in front of him together.
They blocked his way.
The two sides exchanged glances. Li Moxun looked at the four of them in confusion.
He could understand if Gu Yue had come to see him.
After all, Gu Yue had probably guessed that these people were his clones; she simply hadn't said anything.
But with all of them coming together, Li Moxun couldn't understand what was going on.
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