It wasn't until Yun Chuan had counted hundreds of crimes committed by Dai Mubai in his mind that the wooden man had almost beaten Dai Mubai beyond recognition. His ribs were completely broken, bones shattered, his whole body looked like it was taking in more air than it could exhale. He was on the verge of death.
Too cruel! What grudge, what hatred could there be?
Those watching nearby couldn't help but shiver. Seeing Dai Mubai, who had almost only half a breath left, they were even more terrified, afraid that any commotion would cause them to be beaten by the wooden man as well.
"Stop! Stop! Esteemed Soul Master, if you keep going, Young Master Dai will be beaten to death." Seeing Dai Mubai on the verge of death, the hotel manager finally mustered up courage to plead. He wasn't really doing it out of kindness or concern for Dai Mubai's life. Purely, he knew Dai Mubai was a student of Shrek Academy, whose teachers were all at the level of Soul Emperor or Soul Saint. If their student were killed here, the blame would inevitably fall on his hotel.
In that case, his career as hotel manager would basically be over. So even though he knew stepping forward might bring trouble upon himself, he still forced himself to plead.
Fortunately, after his words, Yun Chuan finally reacted and ordered the wooden man to stop. After all, although he disliked Dai Mubai, killing him outright was too much. Beating him for venting anger was enough.
Constantly killing or beating — that kind of aggression was excessive. Moreover, no matter what, his current status was also a teacher at Shrek Academy. How could he kill a student here?
"Bang!"
The wooden man threw Dai Mubai away. Covered in blood, battered and torn, he looked extremely pitiful. If left here, he wouldn't survive for long.
This was unacceptable — if he died, there'd be no more fun.
Seeing Dai Mubai lying on the ground with barely half a breath left, the hotel manager sighed in relief but also became anxious. Judging by his condition, without immediate treatment, he would likely die soon.
They had to quickly find a healing-type Soul Master to treat him.
Just as the hotel manager was about to instruct a servant to fetch a Soul Master, Yun Chuan made another move. He raised his right hand, and in his palm appeared a sprig of Blue Silver Grass.
"What's he going to do? Still venting anger, planning to hit him again?" Tang San and Xiao Wu thought, and the hotel manager's earlier relief returned to anxiety.
Fortunately, Yun Chuan seemed to notice their concern. He glanced at them and casually explained, "Don't worry. If I wanted to kill him, this guy wouldn't last a single strike. Enough fun has been had. He mustn't die now."
After speaking, he turned his gaze to the Blue Silver Grass in his hand. The grass began to emit a faint, misty green light. Yun Chuan gently waved the Blue Silver Grass, and a leaf separated, slowly drifting toward the half-conscious Dai Mubai on the ground.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the leaf gently merged into his body. Immediately, Dai Mubai's previously battered body began to emit a soft green glow…
A fresh, natural scent filled the air.
Everyone instinctively took a deep breath, feeling completely refreshed. It was as if they had entered an untouched primeval jungle, the fresh air invigorating, making even their bones feel lighter by three parts.
As for Dai Mubai, wrapped in the green glow, his previously shattered body quickly repaired itself. Swelling receded, broken bones rejoined, shredded skin rapidly healed and scabbed over, then the scars fell away to reveal fully restored skin. In an instant, Dai Mubai, who had almost been unrecognizable, was completely restored.
Everyone around was stunned.
Such an exaggerated recovery ability was almost miraculous.
Of course, the most stunned of all was Tang San. Looking at the seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass in Yun Chuan's hand, then recalling his own, he realized the truth — there really is a difference between people. Why was this person's Blue Silver Grass so extraordinary? Apart from combat, it even had healing capabilities. Capable of fighting, assisting, and healing — such an all-purpose Martial Soul, could it really be Blue Silver Grass?
"Hmm~"
Dai Mubai groaned from the ground, then slowly opened his eyes. He first stared blankly at the ceiling, then instinctively said, "Where… is this? I'm not dead?"
"Alright, if you're not dead, get up. Stop playing dead!" An impatient voice reached his ears.
Dai Mubai shuddered all over, instinctively sat up, and found the hotel lobby in ruins. Not far off, the demonic figure stared at him impatiently, speaking harshly: "Kid, you should be grateful you're a student of Shrek Academy, otherwise you'd already be dead."
"Was it… you who healed me?" Dai Mubai looked at his blood-stained, torn clothes and restored body, realizing immediately he had been saved by this person.
"This time, it's just a lesson, so you won't be so arrogant next time and provoke someone you can't handle." Yun Chuan assumed the manner of a senior from the sect, lecturing him: "This time you met me. With anyone else, you'd have been crushed like a chick!"
"…"
Dai Mubai was silent for a moment, his thoughts unreadable. After a while, he finally stood and saluted.
"Understood, sir."
"Alright, now that you're awake, let's go." Yun Chuan waved his hand and walked to the front desk. "Book me a room, and the damages here — all charge them to that Dai kid."
The waiter was stunned, then instinctively looked at the hotel manager, only to receive a scolding glare, understanding immediately. He hurriedly retrieved the key to the last luxury room, bowing and saying, "Right this way, enjoy your stay!"
Everyone at the scene watched Yun Chuan disappear into the stairs.
Dai Mubai, with a heavy expression, directly took out a large bag of money and threw it on the front desk. Without saying a word, he ignored the twin sisters nearby and walked straight out.
"Young Master Dai, wait for us!" The twin sisters panicked and hurried after him.
"Third Brother, what do we do now?" Xiao Wu asked Tang San, who was still in a daze. He snapped back and bitterly smiled: "What else can we do? The only room is taken. We can't just fight them, can we? Let's go to another hotel and find a room."
"That's all we can do." Xiao Wu was a bit frustrated, but though headstrong, she wasn't stupid. Just now, Yun Chuan casually made a Soul Master over thirty levels look like a dog. If they provoked him, the result would be the same — only a beating, no gain.
So the two walked straight out of the hotel.
In the lobby, only the ignored hotel manager and waiter remained, staring at each other.
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