Could it be that in the eyes of these students, he was inferior to a few lousy lotus seeds!
It had to be said that Qiu Hailing was right.
To these students, the Wood-Nourishing Lotus Seed could help them cultivate and improve their cultivation. But the Headmaster did not seem to be of much use.
The Wood-Nourishing Lotus Seed was suitable for students at various stages of the Spiritual realm and the Spirit Casting realm. Hence, almost all the students in the academy were mobilized this time.
The lower-class students bought 10 or 20 pills, and the elite students directly bought more than 100.
Qiu Hailing flicked his sleeves and left. Jun Mohuang’s courtyard was surrounded by the students of the Academy Of A Thousand Illusions.
Zhiyun Pavilion.
Su Zhiyun sat at the head of the table with a tense expression. She was obviously in a bad mood.
But the hands that were tightly holding the armrest revealed her emotions.
There was a coffin in the spacious hall.
The coffin lid opened wide, and Zhi Ming’s corpse was lying inside. His body was separated from his head, and his eyes were wide open with remaining grievances. The expression on his face was twisted with fear.
The coffin was dyed red with blood and the strong smell of blood filled the hall.
There were more than a dozen badly battered and bloody people standing crookedly beside the coffin.
Su Zhiyu covered her forehead and sat beside them angrily.
“Miss Zhiyun, Jun Mohuang went overboard this time and injured us without explanation. She’s simply looking down on you and is challenging the authority of our Zhiyun Pavilion!”
More than a dozen people who had been severely injured by Jun Mohuang spoke first.
“That’s right, Sister. She even wrote this on my forehead. I’m your biological sister. If I’m a b*tch, doesn’t that mean you’re also a b*tch!”
Su Zhiyu’s eyes turned red as she kept wiping her tears.
On her fair forehead, the words “I’m a b*tch” were written impressively.
These words seemed to be embedded in her skin. No matter how she wiped, she couldn’t wipe away the redness on her skin.
The Lotus Realm was rather far from Zhiyun Pavilion, and Su Zhiyu had walked back with these words.
Thinking of the curious students’ puzzled and mocking gazes along the way, Su Zhiyu was ashamed and resentful. She couldn’t wait to strangle Jun Mohuang.
But she did not have the strength and could only place her hopes on Su Zhiyun.
“Miss Zhiyun, Zhi Ming only mocked Jun Mohuang a little this time and Jun Mohuang cruelly killed him. Zhi Tong only has this one relative. Please avenge my brother!”
Zhi Tong knelt by the coffin with red eyes, her gaze full of hatred for Jun Mohuang.
She glanced at Zhi Ming in the coffin from the corner of her eye. She closed his eyes countless times but they did not stay shut.
Her poor brother, who was at the first stage of the Spirit Casting realm, might not have a bright future in the academy with Su Zhiyun, but he would at least have been able to smoothly graduate.
But Jun Mohuang had actually beheaded him for no reason. How could she not hate her?
“Miss Zhiyun, Jun Mohuang is arrogant and even said that if you don’t watch your underlings and provoke her again, she’ll kill you next time!”
Zhi Tong was afraid that Su Zhiyun’s anger was not strong enough, so she added more oil to the fire.
Su Zhiyun tightened her grip on the armrest every time she heard this.
Upon hearing Zhi Tong’s words, Su Zhiyun angrily pinched the armrest of the iron chair into several pieces.
“Jun Mohuang, very good!”
Jun Mohuang was someone who should have died a long time ago. It was Bai Leiming’s mistake that allowed her to live until now.