Chapter 122 The Traitor Wang Dong_1

"Kill me!"

"My actions have nothing to do with these children, just kill me and let them go!"

Fan Yu shouted desperately.

However.

His words had no effect at all; instead, they were met with mockery.

"Heh, now you know regret and give thought to others."

"Look at the children, they are paying the price for your impulsiveness. It's not just you suffering; others have to bear the consequences with you…"

Nobody had any sympathy for Fan Yu.

Because the guards of the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Academy knew all too well, had Xuan Ziwen not stopped Fan Yu in time, who could imagine what disaster might have unfolded, and wouldn't it have been their own Empire's people who would have suffered?

"Fan Yu, you've brought disaster upon us all. We are all in deep trouble because of you."

"It's over, it's truly over. I had a bright future ahead of me, but it's all been ruined by you."

"You're a criminal! Shrek Academy will suffer great losses because of you."

The exchange students from Shrek Academy, at this moment, could find no words to describe their feelings other than despair.

If they could, they would tear Fan Yu to pieces.

After all, some had been enjoying hotpot and singing songs when they were suddenly captured.

"I-I-I…" Fan Yu's lips trembled, unable to produce a complete sentence.

The words of the guards from the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Academy he could ignore.

But the words of the students from Shrek Academy were like knives stabbing at his heart.

His already shattered heart took another hit.

He clenched his teeth and his whole body trembled.

In the end, he couldn't hold back the rage within, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

"With such a weak mental capacity, you'll never amount to anything in your lifetime."

The Captain of the Guards sneered.

...

"So, have you found the person who tried to assassinate Uncle-Master?"

When Xuan Ziwen returned to his lab, Ju Zi immediately came up to ask with concern.

However, her concern wasn't for Xuan Ziwen, which made him feel somewhat upset.

He silently cried in his heart, they say daughters become indifferent once they grow up, but he hadn't expected that his own disciple would turn her elbow out so soon.

'Am I not your teacher? Don't you even care to ask about me?' he thought.

He huffed annoyed, "It's over, Fan Yu has been dealt with."

"That's really great, Uncle-Master is safe."

Ju Zi clasped her hands together, showing an expression of immense relief.

Then she remembered what she had neglected.

She hastily tried to make up for it, "Teacher, was your opponent tough? Did you get hurt at all?"

"Thank heavens, I'm fine, otherwise you'd have been heartbroken to death," Xuan Ziwen said flatly.

Ju Zi couldn't help sticking out her tongue, "Teacher, if anyone were to be the most heartbroken, it definitely wouldn't be me, although I don't want to admit it, but I must."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much, I think Ke Ke would be more heartbroken than me..."

When Ju Zi mentioned Ke Ke, Xuan Ziwen's face turned red.

There was indeed something indescribable between him and Ke Ke.

Ju Zi covered her mouth and giggled, "Haha, Teacher, your face is red..."

Xuan Ziwen countered awkwardly, "Don't talk nonsense, it's because I used too much Soul Power after the fight..."

However, Wang Dong, standing in the corner of the lab, watching the teacher and student banter, had a complicated look in his eyes.

Truth be told, he longed for such affection in his heart.

But he had yet to find the right person.

...

Elsewhere.

In a place within Ming City.

A large estate gathered over a hundred people; they varied in height, build, and stature, but their clothing was the same – all dressed in black bodysuits with veils covering their heads, obscuring their faces completely.

However, at the forefront among these hundreds stood two figures in distinctive outfits.

One was tall and wore a green robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders and a large bald spot that glinted brightly under the moonlight.

His appearance might seem comical, but no one dared to laugh at him, nor did they dare to look at him more than once.

For once they knew of his strength, it was hard to find it funny.

Undoubtedly, he was the Sect Master Poison Not Dead, one of the rare powerful beings on Soul Land.

Standing beside him was an old man enveloped in a golden robe.

His surname was Jin, named Jinpeng, the second strongest member of the Body Sect.

Beyond them, nearly ten Titled Douluo-level experts were scattered among the hundred-odd people in black bodysuits.

Apart from the dozen or so Titled Douluo-level experts, the rest were at least Soul Saint-level combatants.

For this operation, the Body Sect had practically gone all out.

Even Shrek Academy, known as the number one educational institution on Soul Land, would struggle to assemble such a formidable force.

"He's back."

Poison Not Dead suddenly turned towards the entrance, and at that moment, a middle-aged man with an unusually large head but small stature entered through the door.

He was also dressed in a black bodysuit but without a veil.

He couldn't help this, as his head was too large for any standard size.

"Lang Ya, how did the scouting go? Have you made contact with our spies within the Body Sect?"

Poison Not Dead didn't beat around the bush but asked straightforwardly.

After all, The Imperial Capital of the Sun-Moon Empire was far from a safe place, and the longer they lingered, the more they risked exposure, which could invite unnecessary trouble.