Yang Xiaorong

Chapter 911 - 537: Teacher Bai

Chapter 911: Chapter 537: Teacher Bai


(PS: The previous Chapter has been replaced, cough, cough, a bit late, brothers, refresh it.


Additionally, there’s still some in this Chapter, brothers, refresh around half past one in the morning.)


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In front of the Dragon Coffin, Lin Lu Lan Hua, who was usually elegant, intellectual, and quite a neat freak, seemed to forget the filthy and terrifying surroundings, ignoring the bloodstains and brains, and carefully picked up the one-armed Confucian Scholar with delicate movements, completely disregarding her own appearance.


It was like a mother nurturing an infant.


This scene fell silently into the eyes of the tall, thin old man.


Even the white-clad Mo Xia, who was calmly observing the surroundings, couldn’t help but glance a few more times.


Zhu Yourong, with her back to the two, knelt on the ground, held him, lowered her head, and remained silent.


After carefully examining Zhao Rong, she breathed a long sigh of relief.


He still had a breath left.


The woman in the Confucian robe quickly felt her bosom but realized she was in a shadow state, not having brought any Sumeru Object or personal belongings.


Zhu Yourong immediately formed a hand seal and cast a spell, lightly tapping Zhao Rong’s body with her two fingers joined, sealing the corresponding meridians and blood vessels like a dragonfly skimming the water.


Zhao Rong had lost an arm and was bleeding excessively. Not knowing what kind of fierce and desperate battle he had just experienced, his stamina and physique were severely overdrawn, even reaching the point of exhaustion. Even if he recovered, he would inevitably fall into, or if treated late, it might leave hidden injuries.


But what made Zhu Yourong breathe a sigh of relief was that, thanks to his extraordinarily robust Martial Artist Physique compared to others in the same realm, Zhao Rong still had a breath left, and it was long and steady. It wasn’t too bad; he could survive as long as he was treated and stopped from bleeding in time.


"Alive... is good..."


The woman lowered her head, gazed at the now unrecognizable black face in her arms, and murmured softly.


Zhao Rong lay on the voluptuous and soft bosom of the female teacher, but he couldn’t enjoy it, as if he had quietly fallen asleep.


Zhu Yourong tightened her hold on him, then seemed afraid he was uncomfortable in his sleep, loosened her arms, adjusted his position slightly, and then.


She picked up Zhao Rong’s Sumeru Object from the ground nearby, carefully broke the Sumeru Object’s restriction with a drop of his fresh blood, meticulously identifying some healing Elixir Pills, and fed them to him.


The woman knelt and sat on the ground, head down, focused and earnest, busy with her hands.


Occasionally, she would say something softly to Zhao Rong in her arms, but only her lips moved, and others couldn’t hear it clearly.


The Great Hall fell silent for a while.


The tall, thin old man moved his gaze away from the Dragon Coffin, remained silent for a moment, but eventually turned his head back, finally looking at the snow-white Mo Xia behind him.


The old man nodded to him.


The white-clad Mo Xia also nodded in response.


The two knew each other, and to some extent, could even be said to be colleagues working together.


Just as the white-clad Mo Xia was about to turn back and check the scene inside the Great Hall for any traces again.


The tall, thin old man suddenly spoke: "She is a new teacher at Mochi Academy. It’s her first graduating class, and she is kind-hearted and protective of her students... Her act of care in a moment of urgency must have amused you, sir."


The old man explained, giving a polite gesture.


The white-clad Mo Xia, whose belt was extremely long at one end, couldn’t help but glance at the usually serious and solemn-looking old man, nodded, showing no expression, but didn’t look over there any further.


At this moment, the woman in the Confucian robe, who was looking after Zhao Rong, suddenly spoke:


"Who is he?"


The Great Hall was quiet for a while.


The tall, thin old man had just conveyed through thoughts to Zhu Yourong the identity of the white-clad Mo Xia.


Therefore, she wasn’t asking about this white-clad Mo Xia.


But about the unfamiliar corpse on the ground, in the corner, the master of the Golden Core... the one who caused Zhao Rong to lose an arm and nearly lose his life.


The tall, thin old man didn’t answer, turned around, took a few steps, and without looking back, said:


"The Academy has been notified, and someone will be sent to the Sacrificial Moon Mountain soon. Stabilize his injuries first, as this Scholar Jade can’t hold up much longer. Let’s head back first; later, I’ll tell you the location. Your Nascent Soul is outside the body; although protected by the Wind of Wei, you should still be cautious..."


Zhu Yourong interrupted calmly: "Who did it? He or they?"


The tall, thin old man turned to look at her and said nothing.