Chapter 48: Why Should This Be the Fate of a Student

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How dreaded is the sudden silence of the air.

Qi Fengling never expected that she would simply ask a casual question out of concern, only for the two of them to freeze completely, as if she had touched upon some taboo subject.

In fact, when Bao You just charged toward Lu Ping, he had anticipated that Lu Ping would resort to clever tricks. His sole focus was on grabbing Lu Ping, believing that with his physical advantage, throwing Lu Ping to the ground would be as easy as pie.

The location was Dragon Fang Island, one of the three largest islands in the Kingdom of Fire Dragon, a massive island initially formed through Vlad's own abilities. After a year of development, this country had already become extremely prosperous.

Li Zhi did not make things difficult for his students, so all the privately examined policy essays over these past two months were graded above average. This caused some stern academic directors to sigh in frustration, convinced that scholarly standards were in decay, and that it all started with Li Zhi.

Jun Wuyao's words plunged Jun Wuxie into deep thought. She fell silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked toward Vatican's carriage.

Mud mingled with fresh blood, staining the man's luxurious garments. He lay on the ground, whimpering and trembling. The very instant he attempted to escape, a dark beast pinned him down with a single paw. His chubby face was pressed ruthlessly into the mud, and muffled shrieks echoed through the clouds.

This completely dumbfounded Wang Xingxin. He truly had no idea what the "Three Non-Negotiable Marriages" were; Qin Qiong certainly hadn't warned him about them.

The man stared at the Tarot cards in his hand, his facial expression entirely dull and wooden, yet his eyes betrayed an indescribable shock.

"Whatever you wish to do, I will listen to you," Jun Wuyao said with a smile. Allowing those puny lackends to leap about for a couple more days was a test of patience he could easily afford.

"Five years ago, to my great regret, I used my own self-righteousness to make what I thought was the best decision for you, causing you to be absent during the gravest crisis of my life. I am sorry," Li Zhi'er said gently, a trace of relief flashing through her eyes.

Beside them, Yi Fan chimed in, "There's no need to go through all that trouble. If she refuses to talk, she has plenty of subordinates right here—we can just strip her bare and let them all have a look." As he spoke, he made a threatening gesture to reach out.

The screams filled with agony grew louder and louder, and the crowd in the corridor swelled. When five minutes had passed and Ye Chang went to look for Li Tingting, one of the former leader's legs had already been stripped completely of flesh, leaving behind only bare, white bones.

There were servants already in the residence, so they could move in directly. Just as Shen Yanjiao was about to walk toward her own courtyard, Weisheng Lian suddenly grabbed her back, swept her up into his arms, and carried her straight toward his own bedchamber.

Linzhao Courtyard was outside the city walls, which meant he naturally had to leave the city. Yet Shen Li was currently covered from head to toe in blood, and his own back was soaked through with it. Trying to leave the city looking like this at such a time would inevitably draw interrogation. Li Mu furrowed his brows; he had to think of a way.

However, Shen Yanjiao did not disdain the place, treating it as if it were her own home as she walked further inward. Yet with every single step she took, her brows locked tighter together.

Mu Bugui seized the initiative and pressed his advantage relentlessly. His soft sword flashed in a continuous flurry, and the mere moment Immortal in the Pot leaned backward, he left seven or eight wounds on his body. Although these injuries were only skin-deep, the true qi infused within the soft sword invaded Immortal in the Pot's meridians, ensuring he was currently far from comfortable.

Zixia finally understood. So he was being sent to undergo reincarnation and be reborn. Hastily, he kowtowed to express his profound gratitude, swearing to never let everyone down.

On the thatched pavilion sat a soft couch, upon which a graceful, alluring figure reclined. With an air of listless boredom, she gazed at the distant eastern sky, watching the newborn morning sun break free from the prison of night, climbing higher and higher bit by bit, casting down a gentle radiance.

Fortunately, the weakest individuals present were still elite powerhouses with extraordinary martial skills. With nearby companions reaching out to lend a helping hand, there were no unfortunate souls trampled to death, nor any pitiful stragglers left behind.