Chapter 297: President, Save Me!

Fù Xíng said hesitantly, "It can't really be considered as making a move, can it..."

He thought of that guy, who seemingly hadn't made a move yet?

Indeed, thinking about it this way, he still owed him a punch...

Fù Xíng suddenly felt even more of a headache.

"You boy, don't be afraid. In my Dān Tǎ, anyone who dares to act recklessly won't be able to jump around!"

Shī Tí thought he didn't dare to speak and snorted coldly.

Even though it was a cold snort, his face still looked somewhat kind, but his tone was still very poor.

"That guy, what cultivation level could cause such destruction?"

"Zōngshī?"

"Wángzuò?"

Shī Tí looked at Fù Xíng's evasive face and pondered. If it were a Wángzuò who acted, this boy would probably explode on the spot.

And according to the continent's rules, Wángzuò experts can only fight against other Wángzuò and are not allowed to personally attack lower realm spirit refiners.

Thinking about it, Fù Xíng, this boy, must have been taught a lesson by a Zōngshī?

But his sword dao is not ordinary; an average Tiānxiàng realm couldn't handle him.

Thinking of this, Shī Tí firmly said, "Yīnyáng Jìng? Yīnyáng peak?"

"Or perhaps... Xīngsì Jìng!"

Fù Xíng panicked.

He didn't dare let Shī Tí continue to speculate; he was afraid that once the president listed all possibilities, he would be even more unable to speak out.

"It's not like that."

The young master blushed, turned his head, and stared at the cracks on the ground: "It's Yuántíng Jìng, Yuántíng Jìng, mid-stage."

Clang—

After a moment of silence, the female assistant, holding the spirit medicine tray, dropped it directly in shock; this thing wouldn't even fall from an explosion, but now it did under her wide-eyed astonishment.

The others were even more stunned, their faces blank, unable to speak.

Shī Tí, the president, was stunned for a while, his face turning a bit pale.

"Yuántíng Jìng?"

"Are you kidding me, boy?"

He pointed to the huge hole on the ground, looking at the crowd below peering up, and angrily said: "Such a big hole, and you say it was made by a Yuántíng Jìng?"

Fù Xíng explained: "It can't be said that he made it; mainly, my 'Zǐ Lóng Yín' was backfired..."

Mentioning the backlash, he thought of that guy's backlash force again, and for a moment, he couldn't explain it clearly.

Perhaps he could also punch a hole in the wall himself?

"Ah, it's hard to explain."

Fù Xíng didn't want to embarrass himself anymore; at that moment, he just wanted to go home, wrap himself in a quilt, and sleep with his head covered.

Just treat it as a dream...

Shī Tí looked at his hesitant expression and finally completely collapsed demeanor, realizing that there must be more to this matter.

He waved his hand.

"Come down with me for a confrontation; with guards around, the perpetrator can't escape!"

Fù Xíng pouted and said weakly: "I don't want to go down."

That guy, he already didn't want to face him...

Escape?

Then let's escape!

In life, sometimes learning to give up facing reality might make one feel more comfortable.

"You don't want to?"

Shī Tí raised his voice a few decibels, "Is this about what you want? Such a big hole, if you don't go for a confrontation, do you want your dad to come for it?"

"I..."

Fù Xíng's face turned green; if his old man came, where would he put his face!

But...

To go down and face that boy...

"No way!"

Shī Tí rolled his eyes and directly picked up the boy, carrying him and jumping straight into the pit.

How convenient, no need to take the stairs... Pfft!

You damn perpetrator, how dare you blow up my Dān Tǎ like this; you're doomed to not escape even with wings!

Tap tap tap!

Footsteps kept coming; some from the staircase, others jumping down layer by layer.

These people, whether coming to watch the fun or angered by the furnace explosion wanting to seek justice, didn't make a move directly.

Obviously, they were all high-society elites with excellent manners.

"Received curse, passive value, 67."

"Received resentment, passive value, 199."

"Received gaze, passive value, 233."

Xú Xiǎoshòu felt uneasy in his heart.

With the crowd below watching, the newcomers only needed a glance to see who to focus on.

Looking at the surprised and angry eyes around him, he somewhat wanted to leave.

Anyway, looking for Shī Tí, the president, wasn't urgent, and getting the alchemist badge didn't need to be so rushed.

"Junior sister, let's go first..."

"We can't leave!"

The guard interrupted him immediately. Truth be told, if anyone was more panicked than Xú Xiǎoshòu, it was him.

But as a guard, how could he let the person involved just run away?

"I didn't make a move!" Xú Xiǎoshòu was very serious.

"I know you didn't." The guard sighed in relief, "But, you still need to stay and explain..."

"You go explain; it's not my fault!"

Previously, the destruction at Tiānsāng Spiritual Palace was indeed his doing, and Xú Xiǎoshòu could admit it,

But this time, he couldn't.

This is the Dān Tǎ, not Tiānsāng Spiritual Palace; without anyone backing him up, how could he admit to something he didn't do?

Moreover, it wasn't his fault to begin with.

"Let Xú Xiǎoshòu go." Mù Zǐxī finally couldn't help but speak up from the side.

The guard looked at her and slowly shook his head.

The young girl had pity in her eyes, "Are you sure you really want to keep him here?"

The guard couldn't see the meaning in her eyes and just nodded.

This was unavoidable.

Keeping him might make things not so bad.

Mù Zǐxī understood; she stepped back, and her big eyes returned to a state of indifference.

You all are wrong.

The best way right now is to send the god away, not try every means to keep him.

However...

I've done my best.

She looked at her senior brother; this guy seemed a bit anxious, constantly shifting his feet slightly, but in his eyes, there was actually a thoughtful light.

Thoughtful?

Mù Zǐxī was shocked and quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid any mishap.

"President!"

"Shī Tí, the president, is here!"

Amidst a burst of exclamations, a white-haired old man fell from the sky. Xú Xiǎoshòu looked up.

This was an extremely kind elderly man, completely matching Xú Xiǎoshòu's imagination of the noble profession of alchemist.

Just by appearance, he was a good old man.

Shī Tí, the president, walked slowly, with anger in his eyes. He tried to make himself look fierce, but it was futile.

Instead, he looked more like a cute old man.

Shī Tí came to the center of the encirclement, and following behind him was the ashamed and bowing Fù Xíng.

"You, are you the perpetrator?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone present fell silent.

They had been waiting for this moment.

This young man dared to act in the Dān Tǎ; did he really think that Shī Tí, the president, was easy to bully?

"You are the president?"

Shī Tí nodded.

After getting the affirmative answer, Xú Xiǎoshòu took a deep breath.

In an instant, his eyes turned red.

Like a child who had suffered a great injustice and finally found someone to uphold justice for him.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Xú Xiǎoshòu rushed forward directly, crying and hugging Shī Tí, the president's leg.

The next second, tears gushed from his red eyes, and with a "wah," he burst into tears.

"President, save me!"