" Teacher Zhao, what's wrong?" a student asked with concern, handing him a bottle of water.
Zhao Tie dodged the water bottle like a madman, drank it all in one gulp, and then saw that the student in front of him only had the cultivation level of Soul Grandmaster.
Normally, he would dismiss it with disdain.
But now, after being taught a lesson by Toji, Zhao Tie feels immense fear when he sees such a weakling.
He jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and screamed:
"Don't come any closer! Don't come near me!"
The student was startled by his reaction and quickly took a few steps back, not daring to approach any closer.
Zhao Tie was panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear and panic.
He looked around, as if everyone around him could be the embodiment of that shadowy figure.
Those cold eyes kept flashing through his mind, as if they were about to leap out of the shadows and tear him to pieces.
"No, I can't stay here, I have to find a safe place..." Zhao Tie muttered to himself, staggering as he ran towards his teachers' dormitory building.
Ignoring the strange looks from the other teachers, he rushed into the room, slammed the door shut, leaned against it, and gasped for breath.
His heart was pounding like a drum, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
"Calm down, calm down..." Zhao Tie tried to compose himself, but those cold eyes kept haunting his mind.
Especially when he saw that strong, mountain-like body squatting in front of him, staring at him expressionlessly and without a trace of emotion, Zhao Tie couldn't help but recall the scene of him being tortured to death.
His entire body is now covered in wounds...
Zhao Tie walked shakily to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and tried to calm his nerves by drinking it. However, his wrist had already been mostly severed by Toji, and his hands were shaking so badly that he could barely hold the glass, spilling water all over the table.
"Damn it!" Zhao Tie slammed the water glass to the ground, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.
He slumped into the chair, clutched his head, and closed his eyes in anguish.
He knew that he had been completely defeated by that ordinary person.
It's not just physical trauma, but also psychological devastation.
"What should I do... what should I do..." Zhao Tie muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.
As his limbs gradually weakened, Zhao Tie felt as if he had fallen into an endless nightmare...
"That's strange, what's wrong with Teacher Zhao?"
At the Shrek Academy, Zhang Lexuan's teacher found everything that had just happened very strange.
" Teacher Du, what was that just now?"
Zhang Lexuan also witnessed that scene.
Teacher Du chuckled in front of me:
" Lexuan, you should continue your cultivation. That's all for now. I'm very pleased that you took the initiative to ask me questions in private."
"But it seems something happened to the teacher's colleague; the teacher needs to go check on him."
"Yes, Teacher Du." Zhang Lexuan bowed respectfully.
The Teacher Du, is none other than Du Weilun, the future Dean of Students of the Martial Soul Department of the Outer Academy. He is currently still a senior teacher.
"You are the most talented student this year. Only two months have passed, and you've already reached level twenty-five. If you keep this up, you might reach level thirty by the end of this semester." Du Weilun looked at Zhang Lexuan with great satisfaction.
"It's all thanks to Teacher Du's help," Zhang Lexuan said.
"Haha, let's stop here for now, the teacher has to go."
"Take care, teacher."
After Du Weilun left, Zhang Lexuan stood there, recalling Zhao Tie's disheveled appearance just now, and a sense of doubt arose in her heart.
Zhang Lexuan shook her head, temporarily putting the matter out of her mind.
My most important task right now is to cultivate and improve my strength as soon as possible.
"Practice diligently and keep it up!"
She turned and walked towards the dormitory building, intending to take a shower and then go meditate.
Meanwhile, Du Weilun had already arrived at the door of Zhao Tie's dormitory.
He knocked gently on the door and asked in a mild tone:
" Teacher Zhao, are you inside? This is Du Weilun. I noticed you weren't feeling well, so I came to check on you."
The room was silent; there was no response.
Du Weilun frowned, a vague unease creeping into his heart.
He knocked on the door again, raising his voice slightly:
" Teacher Zhao? Are you alright? If you need any help, please let me know."
There has still been no response.
Du Weilun's brow furrowed even more.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pushed the door, only to find it unlocked.
I gently pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
The room was dimly lit, the curtains were drawn, and only a faint ray of light pierced through the gaps. Du Weilun's gaze swept across the room and quickly spotted Zhao Tie huddled in the corner.
Zhao Tie's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were unfocused, and his body trembled slightly, like a frightened wild beast.
His clothes were disheveled, and his wrist was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.
" Teacher Zhao!" Du Weilun exclaimed, quickly walking to Zhao Tie's side and squatting down to check on his condition.
Then he realized that Zhao Tie was too badly injured and had fallen into a coma, his eyes still open, as if he was afraid of something.
"What happened to this guy? He's like a completely different person since he came back."
Du Weilun quickly called for the medical staff, who managed to revive Zhao Tie.
When Zhao Tie woke up, he found himself in the medical room.
"Hmm, there's nothing seriously wrong."
"Fortunately, the pills he took managed to keep him alive. His wrists and knees were severely injured, and the wound on his neck was stitched up. Most importantly, his intestines had come out, but he managed to push them back in himself. His injuries were too severe, and he needed to rest."
"Also, he overexerted himself, so it's normal for him to faint. It's just a pity that he used up too much of his potential this time, and for some unknown reason, he's developed a mental demon. It's hard to say whether he'll be able to successfully become Titled Douluo in the future."
"After this, he'll probably be stuck at the Soul Saint level for the rest of his life. It's truly pitiful. I can't imagine what he went through to become like this."
"Alright, I'm leaving now. Remember to have him write a report for his superiors, explaining what happened."
"Thank you very much," Du Weilun said quickly, seeing the healing-type Soul Master out.
"Du... Vellen?"
Zhao Tie naturally recognized this guy.
He is an outstanding senior teacher, and I heard that it won't be long before he is promoted to the Dean of Studies of the Martial Soul Department of the Outer Academy.
What an enviable guy.
Although he and Du Weilun were not in the same system, in his opinion, being an ordinary teacher in the inner courtyard was not as good as being a prestigious dean of studies in the outer courtyard.
" Teacher Zhao, weren't you going to look for the missing inner court disciples? How come you're in such a sorry state?" Du Weilun frowned.
"I... I..."
Zhao Tie wanted to say something, but all his words remained stuck in his throat, unable to reveal the truth.
How can he even admit to being beaten up like this by an ordinary person?
It would be so embarrassing if word got out!
"Never mind."
Seeing his appearance, Du Weilun shook his head helplessly.
"I need to give an explanation to Luo Tian's family tomorrow. I hope you'll have some news from them."
After saying that, Du Weilun prepared to leave.
Lying in bed, Zhao Tie panicked completely.
What to do? He's been away for so long and has no idea where that damned Luo Tian went.
How is he going to explain this to Luo Tian's family?
As he pondered, Zhao Tie seemed to realize something and suddenly understood.
"It's... Evil Soul Master."
Zhao Tie mustered all his strength to utter those four words.
This caused Du Weilun to turn around abruptly.
"What did you say?"
"I've discovered... traces of the Evil Soul Master," Zhao Tie said hoarsely, his voice strained. "It was them who killed Luo Tian."
That's right, just shift the blame to the Evil Soul Master.
Only in this way can he avoid punishment.