Chapter 9: Attitude

This all sounds slow, but from Jiang Wang rushing into the inner courtyard to Dong A's sudden attack, everything happened in a very short time.

Just before the vine snakes completely surrounded him in mid-air, a pale figure spotted a gap and soared into the air at great speed, seemingly about to escape.

*Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!*

Countless wooden thorns shot out, piercing through him in an instant!

His body faltered in the air until the violent wooden thorns stopped, then he fell limply from the sky. From head to toe, he was covered in dense blood holes, dead beyond death.

The entire Dao Academy was silent. Both outer and inner disciples were deeply shocked by this scene.

Jiang Wang's eyelids twitched. "That strange heretical demon, is he just dead like that?"

Dong A didn't even look at him, saying indifferently, "Is the other one still hiding?"

"Ridiculous!" He leisurely walked into the air, step by step. "Everything in the Jade Cage is under my control, everything is full of life, only your scent is disgusting!"

He reached out his right hand and squeezed gently!

A door grew a large hand and grabbed a nearby disciple dressed as an outer disciple. The wooden hand spread its fingers and instantly roamed his entire body, locking him firmly in place.

At the same time, the wooden arm quickly extended, lifting the person up to Dong A in the air.

"Speak, who sent you? How dare you commit murder in the Dao Academy?" Dong A stood against the starry sky, looking down on this audacious assassin.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped, quietly waiting for his answer.

The assassin, with ordinary features, suddenly grinned, and his entire head exploded!

Dong A clenched his fist, and a layer of water film instantly enveloped the red and white matter, forming a bulging water ball.

He looked at the previous corpse again. A seed broke through the soil, growing rapidly. The flower bud opened, turning into a large mouth, swallowing the corpse in one bite. Dong A threw the water ball in as well. The flower's large mouth closed and retracted into the soil.

The two corpses were thus disposed of cleanly, but the anger on Dong A's face became more obvious.

"My Zhuang Kingdom's cultivation seeds are being harmed in the Dao Academy! The heretical demons are so bold! This matter must be thoroughly investigated! The City Lord's mansion must give this academy an explanation. No matter who is behind this, they must be诛之!"

The cultivation of a fifth-grade expert was fully displayed, his voice like rolling thunder, shaking the entire city.

Many people in Maple Leaf City changed their expressions upon hearing it.

Then a loud voice also spread throughout the city. It was Wei Quji, the City Lord of Maple Leaf City. "Dean Dong, rest assured, this matter will be dealt with by this mansion! No matter who or what is involved, once they are found, they will not be spared!"

Jiang Wang watched this scene unfold, vaguely feeling that he had touched some kind of fierce whirlpool beneath the surface.

The Dao Academy is where the nation cultivates talent, the foundation of national fortune. Committing murder in the Dao Academy had crossed Dong A's bottom line.

The powerful Qin borrowed territory to ambush enemies, already tearing off a layer of Zhuang's face. Now, the heretical faction commits murder in the Dao Academy. Although the purpose is unknown, it is hard to say that they are not testing the official response.

And before today, it was well known that Dong A and Wei Quji were not compatible. The former belonged to the faction of Prime Minister Du Ruhai, and the latter was an old subordinate of General Huangfu Duanming.

With Dong A's strength, he didn't need to make such a fuss to find the demons. His use of Dao techniques to cover the entire academy, as well as his subsequent remote dialogue with Wei Quji, seemed more like displaying his strength and clarifying his attitude in order to deter those lurking in the shadows.

Zhuang Kingdom is not at peace.

"Disperse." Dong A said expressionlessly, turning and walking down from the sky.

The door returned to its original position, the vine snakes swam back to the wall... The entire Dao Academy instantly returned to its original state.

The night seemed as quiet as ever.

Everything seemed like a dream.

But the unhealed wound told Jiang Wang that it was real.

This is the strength of a fifth-grade expert.

It is also the scenery he will climb to!

When Zhao Rucheng arrived at the Dao Academy after hearing the news, everything had calmed down. Only the outer disciples were still gathering in twos and threes, excited by the dean's power.

He found Jiang Wang in the dormitory. At that time, this guy was carefully wiping his sword with a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread.

The handkerchief was naturally Zhao Rucheng's. There wouldn't be a second person in the entire dormitory who would use this thing.

Zhao Rucheng first noticed his newly and carefully bandaged instep, and ridiculed, "Yo, how did you get injured again? Is your title of 'Outer Sect Sword Technique First' inflated?"

"It's okay." Jiang Wang wiped the blade of his sword on his own. "After squeezing out the water, I can still teach you a lesson or two."

Speaking of this, he looked up at Zhao Rucheng with a smile: "Younger brother."

"You're only one year older than me, and you've practiced swordsmanship for one more year." Zhao Rucheng curled his lips.

"Being a day older is still older. Younger brother."

Zhao Rucheng clicked his teeth and said annoyedly, "Can you stop wiping? Do you know how many broken swords like the one in your hand I can buy with this handkerchief?"

Jiang Wang smiled very arrogantly: "Then do you know how much my, Jiang Wang's, sword will be worth in the future, compared to your handkerchiefs?"

But as soon as this sentence was spoken, he and Zhao Rucheng fell silent at the same time.

Because this kind of talk was always Fang Pengju's style. Wiping his sword with Zhao Rucheng's embroidered gold handkerchief was also a "bad habit" that he had started. In his words, 'Our brothers' swords will be passed down for thousands of years, how can we not take good care of them? Such a good handkerchief is a waste for wiping your face! Although Rucheng is good-looking, can his face be passed down for thousands of years?'

Some people have disappeared, but the traces they left behind will remain for a long time...

Zhao Rucheng spoke first, changing the subject. "Third brother. What do you think the demons were after when they attacked the Dao Academy? Could it be... not an accident?"

"The Fang family shouldn't have the courage to do that." Jiang Wang shook his head. "But you never know. By the way, have you seen the boss?"

Ling He went to the Fang family at noon to return the corpse, but he hadn't returned yet. This couldn't help but worry him.

Zhao Rucheng raised his eyebrows slightly. "I heard that he was driven out of the Fang residence. I don't know where he went next."

Jiang Wang was silent for a while. "Let's go, let's go look for him."

"If you want to look, go look. I'm not going to accompany a soft-hearted person to do soft-hearted things." Zhao Rucheng curled his lips.

"Hey, I didn't ask him to eat a closed door, why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Wang just stared at him without speaking.

He had to surrender, "Okay, okay. But it's so late, where are we going to look?"

"First of all." Jiang Wang analyzed, "He definitely won't throw him into the mass grave."

"But he doesn't have any money." Zhao Rucheng continued.

"And then, he's a sentimental person..." Jiang Wang got up and walked out. "I know where he went."

"I even know what he's doing!" Zhao Rucheng followed behind, wrinkling his handsome nose. "He's probably crying."