This Bizarre, Twisted Relationship, One That Deserved Everyone's Scorn!

Zhao Wuji, with his fiery temper, was now flushed red with suppressed anger, and the veins on his thick neck were bulging.

He almost blurted out, "I don't care!", but when his gaze swept over the group of young trainees around him and he saw the blank, uneasy, and even fearful expressions on their faces, he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

What will become of these children if they leave the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, losing this sanctuary and its resources?

He turned his head away angrily, breathing heavily, his pent-up rage almost setting him ablaze.

Tang San lowered his head even further.

Yes, the teacher was publicly skinned alive and thrown into the Abyss, while his own disciple was treated as an innocent victim?

This was more humiliating for him than being directly reprimanded or Punishment!

He should stand up immediately and uphold the last shred of dignity of the teacher, even if it means sacrificing himself!

He should lead everyone at Shrek and leave this shameful place with their heads held high!

But... Bibi Dong's revelations, Liu Erlong's Spite gaze, the extinguished affection in Dean Flender's eyes, and Lin Xia's cold "worthless"... all flashed wildly through his mind.

Teacher... was I really wrong?

Is it really that completely wrong?

Was my long-held belief truly built on plagiarism, lies, and cowardice?

This enormous shock threw even his proud will into disarray.

Anger, resentment, humiliation, confusion, a hint of wavering... all sorts of emotions churned and tore at his heart.

He wanted to leave, but his legs felt like lead.

He wanted to stay, but the anger and shame in his heart almost consumed him.

In the end, he simply gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly, and remained silent.

This silence was as heavy as carrying a mountain on one's back.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the others looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

Leave?

Leave?

Neither of them seems like a good choice.

Neither Dean Flender nor Tang San spoke; what could they do?

Moreover, Xiao Wu did not attend the banquet.

Qian Renxue took in the reactions of the Shrek Academy students and understood what was going on.

Flender's struggle and Tang San's silence were both within her expectations.

Qian Renxue remained silent, elegantly picked up the new wine glass that the servant had just placed in her cup, and took a small sip, as if her decision had been nothing more than dealing with a trivial matter.

"The banquet continues."

She spoke softly, her voice not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the hall.

The nobles cautiously resumed their conversation, while the scholars exchanged hushed glances, their discussions naturally revolving around the dramatic "trial" that had just taken place.

The air seemed like solidified gel, with complex undercurrents surging beneath its calm surface.

The corner where the Shrek group was located was as depressing and deathly silent as after a storm, completely out of place with the gradually returning "lively" atmosphere around them.

Flender took off his broken glasses and rubbed his temples wearily; Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and glared fiercely at the floor.

Tang San remained silent with his head down, like a cold stone statue.

For them, the banquet had become a long ordeal.

On the other side, having left behind that suffocating splendor, the night breeze, carrying the chill of early autumn, swept over her, dispelling the lingering scent of perfume and the false warmth of the banquet hall, but unable to dispel the gloom and chaos in Lin Xia's heart.

On the quiet street, the tall Venusaur walked with steady steps, its thick vines swaying gently, its deep blue carapace gleaming dimly under the dim streetlights.

The huge scarlet flower on its back closed slightly, no longer blooming aggressively as it had in the banquet hall, and instead exuded a faint, reassuring scent of grass and trees.

Its massive head was slightly tilted towards Lin Xia, and its majestic yet intelligent beastly eyes clearly reflected its master's furrowed brows and the unyielding confusion and weariness in his eyes.

"Da na..."

Venusaur let out a low, gentle call, its voice like the whisper of the wind through the forest, carrying a deep sense of worry and reassurance.

It gently nuzzled Lin Xia's arm with its massive head, conveying a silent concern.

It could sense the intense turmoil deep within Lin Xia's soul. It wasn't the exhaustion from the battle, but rather a deeper, more complex emotional storm that left it feeling helpless.

Human emotional entanglements, especially those deep and intense emotions that carry taboo connotations and are enough to arouse the obsession of the gods, are an obscure jungle that it cannot comprehend.

Lin Xia gently patted Venusaur's rough yet warm carapace, feeling a solid and reassuring touch on her fingertips.

Lin Xia forced a smile, trying to give her loyal partner a reassuring one, but found her muscles stiff and unable to manage a smile.

"I'm fine, Ivysaur..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, and even he himself found it unconvincing.

My mind really felt like it was filled with mush.

A meticulously planned revenge drama, a supposedly decisive blow to sever the root of the teacher 'Inner Demon, turns out to be a complete misdirection?

Yu Xiaogang's collapse, Liu Erlong's break, public humiliation... all these "successes" seem so insignificant and laughable in the face of Bibi Dong's unwavering obsession deep in her soul!

Lin Xia was like a clumsy doctor, using all her strength to remove a scabies plant that had already died, but she was helpless against the deadly tumor in the patient's body. In fact, the stimulation from the surgery might even make the tumor more ferocious!

Why is this happening?

Lin Xia muttered to herself, her pace unconsciously slowing down.

Bibi Dong's near-disarrayed escape at the end, and the fleeting panic deep in her purple eyes, were etched into his heart like a brand.

Is she afraid?

What's there to be afraid of?

Afraid he'll see?

A thought he had previously deliberately ignored, even subconsciously dared not touch, like an iceberg submerged underwater, now crashed into his mind with crystal clarity—could that obsession, that core of his pain, be... related to himself?

The moment this thought appeared, it was like a thunderclap, shocking Lin Xia to her core. A strong chill instantly shot up her spine to the top of her head, and her limbs felt numb.

Shocking!

His sins are grave!

Wishful thinking!

Each word was like a heavy shackle, attempting to push this mad idea back into the Abyss.

Who is Bibi Dong?

He is the supreme Pope of the Spirit Hall, a top expert in the Douluo Continent, and the mentor who gave him new life and endless care and guidance!

And him?

He was her disciple, her Holy Son!

Between them lies an insurmountable chasm of social status and ethical barriers!

What's more... he accepted Qian Renxue's confession.

Qian Renxue, that's Bibi Dong's daughter!

This bizarre, twisted relationship, one that anyone would despise, filled him with suffocating pressure and... an indescribable fear just to think about it.

"No... it can't be... it absolutely shouldn't be like this..."