Mental Clone, First Spirit Word

Feeling that utterly illusory power, curiosity filled A-Tai's eyes.

In front of Li Moxun, a real young man appeared, no different from an ordinary person.

The young man's eyes were likewise a pair of golden pupils.

His eyes looked at Li Moxun, and Li Moxun looked back at him.

Or rather, they should not have been called looking at each other, but looking at themselves.

Looking at this completely real young man, A-Tai walked forward lightly.

With a leap, he jumped onto the young man.

Feeling the real texture of his clothes, A-Tai's eyes filled with surprise.

"What is this thing? It looks so real, like it's actually real."

"It is real to begin with. This is an avatar I shaped with my spiritual power."

"Each time I shape one, it consumes 1,000 points of my spiritual power. The avatar that appears afterward can possess a Spirit Word of its own."

"This Spirit Word is something I can fabricate as I please, and this avatar can exist for about seven days."

Li Moxun's voice was very calm. After he finished speaking, he let out a long breath.

It was only now, after his spiritual power had reached thirteen or fourteen hundred points, that he dared to shape this avatar.

Otherwise, after consuming 1,000 points of spiritual power to shape the avatar, he would need at least four to five days to recover.

Under those circumstances, if his own spiritual power was too low and he had too little left, it could very likely affect him, and might even leave him unable to use the power that belonged to the White King.

As Li Moxun stood up, that avatar slowly vanished in an instant.

When he appeared again, he was already outside the school's teaching dormitory.

His gaze calmly swept across the field, and then his figure slowly disappeared from where he stood.

"What ability did you give him? He was so fast, but I couldn't sense any powerful soul power or blood-energy power from him at all."

Staring at the place where the figure had disappeared, A-Tai was somewhat curious.

This time, however, Li Moxun did not answer him. He only sat there quietly and began recovering his spiritual power. Less than five minutes later, the door was suddenly shoved open.

Tang Wulin opened the door and looked at Li Moxun while panting.

"Li Moxun, Teacher Wu told you to go to the director's office."

As Tang Wulin spoke, his gaze formally landed on this new classmate for the first time.

The youth before him was very good-looking, only that glaring head of white hair stood out rather sharply.

However, Li Moxun did not care about Tang Wulin's scrutiny. He only smiled, stood up, and then headed to the director's office together with Tang Wulin.

At this moment, Long Hengxu was sitting there, his expression extremely dark.

In front of him, Wang Jinxi was lying there while a healing-type soul master treated him.

The injuries on his body could be considered serious, yet also not serious.

Because in the end, Li Moxun had not struck to kill. He had only used around twenty times gravity.

That level of gravity was very strong, but it was not enough to directly kill Wang Jinxi.

Only, seeing their son looking heavily injured, the middle-aged man and woman standing to the side both had expressions so dark they had reached the extreme.

"Director Long, I need an explanation. Why did this happen? Why did he dare to injure my son so badly?"

The middle-aged man's voice was very cold, and his gaze stared straight at Long Hengxu.

As he released his martial soul, an Ancient Dragon Martial Soul appeared behind him, while four purple soul rings appeared around him.

Sensing the power of a four-ring Soul Ancestor from him, Long Hengxu frowned.

In the next second, Wu Zhangkong gave a cold snort, and six soul rings were released from his body in an instant.

Looking at that pure black ten-thousand-year soul ring, the rage on the middle-aged man's body was forcibly suppressed.

His fists clenched tightly, but in the end, he did not attack directly.

Wu Zhangkong tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man, and his eyes were filled with coldness as well.

If this father had been willing to speak properly, Wu Zhangkong might have simply let Long Hengxu handle it. After all, he was the director.

But this middle-aged man had come in and immediately tried to pressure others with strength, so naturally, Wu Zhangkong would not yield.

Sensing Wu Zhangkong's pressure, the middle-aged woman beside him gave a cold snort.

"So what if my child deliberately provoked him? Even if he did deliberately provoke him, is that a reason for this person to seriously injure my child? On what grounds did he seriously injure my child for no reason?"

"Does your school even care about reason anymore? Or does your school not want to keep operating? You're just bullying us because we came from another city, aren't you?"

The woman spoke completely unreasonably.

Hearing the woman's words, Wu Zhangkong frowned as well.

Just then, the door was opened.

Looking at Li Moxun and Tang Wulin as they walked in, the woman's gaze locked onto Li Moxun almost instantly.

"So you're the little bastard who beat up my son? I hear you're an orphan, too. An orphan like you dared to hit my son—do you know what's going to happen to you?"

As the woman spoke, her gaze fixed darkly on Li Moxun.

Sensing the undisguised malice in the woman's eyes, Li Moxun merely glanced at her.

Only, a trace of coldness also flashed through his originally calm eyes.

"Three hundred thousand Federal Coins. This matter was my fault. I'll pay his medical fees. Will that do?"

Li Moxun's voice was very calm, and his words were direct.

Hearing him, Wang Jinxi's parents were clearly stunned for a moment.

Then the woman looked at the man, and the man turned back to glance at her as well.

Their eyes met for only an instant before the woman took a step forward.

"Three hundred thousand isn't enough. You have to pay at least five hundred thousand, or we'll report this directly to the police and have them arrest you."

By this point, the woman was making a blatant threat.

Facing an orphan with no power or influence, yet someone who could casually take out three hundred thousand, meant he definitely still had money.

But hearing this, Wu Zhangkong, who had originally been prepared to stay silent, stood up.

An extreme icy power spread from around him, and in the next second, the temperature in the entire office plummeted sharply.

"Three hundred thousand Federal Coins is already no small amount. Don't push your luck. Wang Jinxi deliberately provoked a classmate. The school will give him a demerit and arrange for him to transfer. I hope you take him and transfer schools as soon as possible."

"Three hundred thousand is the limit. If you ask for more, I don't mind making a move against the two of you."

As Wu Zhangkong spoke, he looked at the two of them, the Frost Sword already appearing in his hand.

Feeling that extreme cold, the middle-aged man glanced at the woman, and in the end, he did not continue speaking.

This world was ultimately ruled by strength. They dared to bully an orphan, but they did not dare to bully such a young six-ring Soul Emperor.

Seeing the woman compromise, Tang Wulin at the side also let out a breath of relief.

After Li Moxun transferred the three hundred thousand, the woman kept spewing ugly words as she took Wang Jinxi with her, and the three of them headed out of the school.

Watching the backs of the three as they left, Li Moxun simply stood there quietly.

The original coldness in his eyes had already been replaced by a trace of killing intent.

And just then, Tang Wulin reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's all right, Student Li. They went a bit too far in this matter, but don't worry. With Teacher Wu here, no matter how capable his parents are, they wouldn't dare come after you in secret for revenge."