The air fell silent, and no one paid any heed to Qin Jiu's protest.
Ninth Qin observed Duan Yue, lips pursed. "Duan Yue, you can't simply accuse our Qin Family unjustly."
"Some among you know very well whether I'm making false accusations," Duan Yue replied with indifference. "Remove this corpse."
"Look."
In that moment, a student pointed at one of the lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground and suddenly exclaimed.
Duan Yue instinctively turned to see that the corpses of the death warriors were gradually decaying, as if they were rotting from the inside out.
Within a few minutes, a faint brown substance had formed on the ground, as if some liquid was mixed into the mud, making it a gruesome sight.
These grown men had turned into a mushy pulp…
The students who had been eating just moments ago looked at their plates and quietly set their chopsticks aside.
It was thoroughly revolting!
Duan Yue clapped his hands and let out a hearty laugh. He nodded approvingly. "Impressive talent and tactics. The Qin Family certainly lives up to its reputation as a centuries-old clan of alchemists. I'm quite impressed."
Naturally, Qin Xin wore a deeply displeased expression. He flicked his sleeves and turned to exit the dining hall. "I will investigate this matter thoroughly and provide you with a comprehensive explanation."
Eldest Young Sir followed him out.
explanation."
Eldest Young Sir followed him out.
Meanwhile, back at Eastwood Court, Crown Prince Mo had just returned and was met by Mentor Zheng and another mentor from the Pill Hall.
"Mentors, please take a look at Qiaoqiao. She spat out blood earlier," Qi Xuanxuan hurriedly informed them, her brows furrowed with concern.
Mentor Zheng swiftly approached to check the student's pulse, subsequently delivering an a.s.sessment similar to Dou Fenghua's.
It was safe to say that the little stoic didn't exhibit any major issues. Her body brimmed with vitality, and the spiritual energy coursing through her meridians was entirely normal.
Crown Prince Mo maintained a composed demeanor and promptly signaled Lu Yu, who was nearby.
Lu Yu approached, greeted the mentors, exchanged pleasantries, and then escorted the two mentors out.
With a sigh of relief, Crown Prince Mo rea.s.sured the anxious Qi Xuanxuan, "Qiaoqiao is perfectly fine. She possesses a remarkably strong regenerative ability, and I momentarily overlooked that fact. Please don't disclose this to anyone."
"Of course." Qi Xuanxuan and the others readily agreed.
"Qiuqiu," Crown Prince Mo called out, his expression solemn.
Quivering, the tiny treant timidly emerged from behind Qiao Mu's shoulder. Its s.h.i.+ny, black-bean-like eyes nervously darted towards the Crown Prince.
"What is it exactly?" Crown Prince Mo's icy gaze focused on the sapling creature, causing it to tremble uncontrollably while rustling its two leaves.
"Masta was, was attacked."
Mo Lian raised an eyebrow.
"It's a lengthy tale," the sapling creature explained haltingly.
"Then take your time."
The little treant sneaked a peek at Crown Prince Mo's stern expression and began to recount its story hesitantly…
Things had been relatively smooth before noon on that very day. The little stoic Master had accepted the Emperor's compensation of 5,000 spirit currency for the staff's leave without displaying any emotion. Subsequently, she summoned a group of citizens who had been unjustly thrown into prison and subjected to mob hara.s.sment for several days.
These individuals all hailed from the He family. Faced with barren lands in their hometown, they had decided to eke out a living in Shangjing as a family. Similar to them, a few others from their village were experiencing extreme financial difficulties, leaving them with no choice but to resort to begging in the city.