Seeing that Du Weilun would not speak up for her at all, Zhou Yi's expression instantly turned cold.
But as she met Li Mu's gaze, her eyes were still filled with resentment.
She had come this time precisely to make things unpleasant for Li Mu. After all, this little bastard had dared to challenge her.
Naturally, she would not let him off, yet now, instead of making things unpleasant for him, she had only sickened herself.
Thinking of the boy's calm expression when he faced her, and the mockery in his eyes, Zhou Yi wished she could kill Li Mu.
But she also understood that she could not, or rather, that she simply did not have the ability to do anything to him.
This was what enraged her most. Even with her Soul Emperor cultivation, she did not dare truly fight Li Mu.
She knew firsthand just how terrifying the power Li Mu wielded was. Even if she faced him, she would gain no advantage.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, Zhou Yi's expression grew a few shades colder.
But faced with Zhou Yi's icy gaze, Li Mu simply acted as though he had not seen it.
Seeing that the boy was still looking at him, Du Weilun's eyes flickered for a moment before he turned his gaze toward Zhou Yi.
"Teacher Zhou, since you're already a teacher in the Soul Tool Department, you should stop involving yourself in matters here."
"Student Li Mu's punishment is a matter for our Martial Soul Department. I'll take responsibility for this, so there's no need to trouble you, Teacher Zhou."
Du Weilun spoke very politely, even more politely than when Zhou Yi had been in the Martial Soul Department.
After all, when Zhou Yi had been in the Martial Soul Department, she had been his subordinate, a teacher under his command.
But now that she had left with Xian Lin'er, she no longer had anything to do with him.
Naturally, he was unwilling to offend her casually, but being unwilling to offend her did not mean he feared her.
So what if Xian Lin'er stood behind her? The conflict between Dean Yan and Xian Lin'er was not his business.
He would neither get involved nor fear such things.
Listening to Du Weilun, Zhou Yi's eyes flickered.
There was hostility in her eyes, but even more helplessness.
If Fan Yu had come this time, Du Weilun would have had to give him face no matter what.
But Du Weilun would not give her that face.
And if word spread that Fan Yu had personally come to deal with a child, it would be a heavy blow to his reputation.
However oblivious to the situation Zhou Yi might be, or however shameless, she was unwilling to drag her husband into this.
So after fixing Li Mu with a fierce stare, she gave a cold snort, turned, and left.
Watching Zhou Yi turn and leave, Du Weilun looked helplessly at Li Mu.
As for Du Weilun's gaze, Li Mu acted as though he had not seen it.
He calmly raised his hand, and Ultimate Ice churned continuously in his palm.
Feeling that ultimate chill, Du Weilun's eyes flickered.
The reason he had been willing to tell Yan Shaozhe about Li Mu was precisely because of Li Mu's Ultimate Ice.
Now that the boy had brought it out, he fell silent for a moment and ultimately refrained from criticizing him further.
"Their injuries aren't serious. They only suffered some wounds. Pay a few thousand Gold Soul Coins in compensation, and that'll be the end of it."
"But if they want revenge on you, I can't resolve that. You'll have to bear that yourself." Looking at Li Mu, Du Weilun offered a few rare words of sincerity.
Hearing Du Weilun's words, Li Mu gave no answer, merely murmuring an acknowledgment.
Then he opened the door and promptly shut it.
Outside, Du Weilun stood there silently. He shook his head at the boy's behavior.
He was merely a tool, a genuine tool with no standing whatsoever. Many matters were not his to decide or participate in.
Whether Yan Shaozhe or Xian Lin'er, neither of these big shots was someone he could afford to offend.
The only thing he could do was handle his own work properly, so he did not linger and simply turned to leave.
Inside the room, Li Mu stood calmly, his eyes already filled with a bone-piercing chill.
He had not gone looking for trouble with Zhou Yi, yet she had dared to come looking for trouble with him. In Li Mu's eyes, she really was tired of living.
"Just wait. The freshman assessment is almost here."
"Once the freshman assessment is over, before I leave Shrek Academy, I'll definitely take your life." As Li Mu spoke, his gaze flickered slightly.
But he was in no hurry. He had already gathered enough materials, and there were plenty of things he could do now.
So rather than waste his time, he took a step forward.
He vanished from the dormitory and entered the Silver Dragon Space directly.
Inside the Silver Dragon Space, he saw Wang Dong waiting there with a wary expression.
Li Mu merely glanced at Wang Dong, paying him no attention at all.
Then Li Mu sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes.
The Lan Xuanyu Template stirred faintly in his mind, and three entirely different e-books appeared before him.
One concerned the fundamentals of Soul Tools, containing all the basic soul tool formations developed across the continent over hundreds of years.
The next was even more extraordinary. The pill-refining arts it contained had existed since ten thousand years ago.
Every pill-refining technique up to the present was contained within it.
The last book covered forging techniques, though divine-grade metal had already reached the pinnacle.
Even in the Little Dragon God's era, the highest grade of metal was only divine-grade.
But the forging methods within distilled the essence of a full twenty thousand years. Everything had already reached its pinnacle.
Forging that had once been extremely difficult had long since become far less challenging in the Little Dragon God's era.
As Li Mu sat cross-legged, his eyes flickered slightly.
In his mind, the contents of the three e-books were continuously worked through, and he rapidly memorized the knowledge within.
With his nearly photographic memory, his gaze swept onward as he absorbed that knowledge at a frenzied pace.
Watching Li Mu sit cross-legged and cultivate continuously, Wang Dong's eyes flickered for a moment.
But he said nothing, merely sitting silently to one side.
Though a complicated glimmer flashed through his eyes, he said nothing.
In truth, Wang Dong had been bewildered all along. He did not know why he had been brought here.
But what he did know was that Dai Huabin had not returned.
As for whether Dai Huabin had actually died, he had not seen it.
But in his view, Dai Huabin's outcome definitely had not been good. Or rather, it had definitely been utterly terrible.
Thinking this, Wang Dong gently shook his head.
The boy before him was far more terrifying and ruthless than he had imagined. He was unwilling to offend someone like that.
So even though the other party had imprisoned him, he had said nothing.
As time passed, second by second and minute by minute, half a month slipped by in a flash.
Within the Silver Dragon Space, Li Mu calmly raised his hand.
The engraving knife in his hand glided swiftly like a fluttering butterfly.
His hand moved very quickly. In what seemed like just a few successive strokes, a complete formation was swiftly engraved.
This was one of the core formations for a Soul Tool. It was a Class 2 Soul Tool called a hand cannon.
The hand cannon's name might not sound like much, but it was a genuine Class 2 compression Soul Tool, a technology that did not belong to this era.
An ordinary Soul Cannon shell blasted the entire shell out like a bomb.
But this compression hand cannon could concentrate all its power into a single point.
With the power of a Class 2 Soul Cannon shell concentrated into a single point, its actual killing power exceeded even that of Class 3 or Class 4 Soul Cannon shells in this world.