Ze Tian Ji

Xuanyuan Po did not know what had happened within the carriage. After stopping the carriage, he entered and saw Zhexiu’s miserable situation.

His eyes instantly turned red and his breathing became coarse and hurried in his fury. His arms began to thicken and steel-like hairs began to grow out of his skin, both signs of metamorphosis.

”I’m going to kill Zhou Tong!”

Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six said nothing, but they were both thinking this, which was why he had yelled to stop the carriage, which was why he had gripped the hilt of his sword.

Zhexiu had been tormented into such a wretched state such that even Chen Changsheng found it impossible to maintain his calm stoicism. Tang Thirty-Six was even less able to care about his identity as the descendant of a noble clan.

If it were said that Liang Xiaoxiao had used his own death to accuse Zhexiu of colluding with the demons, then it could be said that Zhexiu suffered from his involvement with Qi Jian. Then when Zhou Tong refused to release Zhexiu and used such cruel methods to torment him, it could be said that he suffered these torments in the Orthodox Academy’s place.

They were the Orthodox Academy, so it was only a matter of course that they take vengeance on Zhexiu’s behalf.

At this moment, Zhexiu opened his eyes.

There was still a lemon-yellow color in the depths of his pupils.

That was the intermixture of Nanke’s poison and the fierce blood of the wolf tribe.

However, because he had been poisoned by so many toxins in Zhou Prison, all these poisons mutually conflicted with each other. In these last few days, his vision was surprisingly gradually recovering.

Every time he woke up in Zhou Prison, he would have to welcome a boundless and endless pain, so when he opened his eyes, they were cold and filled with hatred.

But after a moment, he realized that he wasn’t seeing those strange torture devices that seemed to be built for use on demi-humans, but rather three young faces filled with deep concern!

It only took a few seconds for Zhexiu to completely sober up, and he was even able to guess from their expressions what these three intended to do.

The vigilance and hatred in his eyes gradually vanished but his face was still emotionless. He directly said to Xuanyuan Po, ”Drive the carriage.”

His voice was incredibly feeble, but it seemed to possess the feeling that it could not be refused.

Xuanyuan Po yelled, ”We’re prepared to attack Zhou Prison to get revenge for you.”

Zhexiu looked at him and expressionlessly said, ”There are many hot pillars in there. Do you want to make some simmer-fried bear-paw for them?”

(TN: A hot pillar is an ancient Chinese punishment where the victim was tied to a burning hot metal pillar and cooked to death.)

This was also a joke that wasn’t very amusing, and there was no one laughing this time.

Of course, it wasn’t because everyone was stunned because Zhexiu had never been one to make jokes.

”But it’s really impossible to swallow back down this emotion,” Tang Thirty-Six said.

Zhexiu replied, ”When you can’t defeat your enemy, you have to endure. You have to keep your eyes fixed on him, grow stronger, and then kill him in one bite.”

This was the way of existence for wolves.

Chen Changsheng said to him sorrowfully, ”I’m sorry, it’s all because I got you involved.”

Zhexiu closed his eyes, ignoring him.

Xuanyuan Po returned to the front of the carriage and continued to drive it down the street.

Zhou Prison grew farther and farther away.

But the four youths on the carriage were keenly aware that there would be a day when they would return.

A cold and flat voice suddenly rang out in the carriage.

It was Zhexiu’s voice, but his eyes were still shut.

”If you think I’m too wretched…just add money and it’ll be fine.”

Upon their return to the Orthodox Academy, the priests of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green that had long been awaiting their arrival began to use the Sacred Light technique to treat Zhexiu’s wounds. Afterwards, Chen Changsheng began to personally give medical treatment, prudently using needles and scalpel to treat the appalling wounds on Zhexiu’s body. It took half a day’s time to complete the treatment, by which time the sky had already turned completely black.

Zhexiu’s injuries were too severe. In order to make treatment more convenient and minimize movement, he did not stay in those buildings by the forest. Instead, a thick bedding was laid out on the wood flooring of the library so he could just sleep on the ground.