The intense commotion drew students from nearby, all gathering to watch the two confronting mentors and the disciples standing behind them. Everyone sensed that something major was unfolding.
Especially shocking was Mentor Yu Xuan’s current state—she was actually angry, a truly rare sight!
Mentor Yu Xuan had always been even-tempered. Even when students erred, she offered only mild reprimands, rarely raising her voice. Gossipy remarks from other female mentors behind her back? She brushed them off with a smile, never holding a grudge.
Both students and fellow instructors remembered her gentle smile, soft as flowing water, and many admired her deeply for it.
But at this moment, Mentor Yu Xuan’s expression was fierce in a way no one had ever seen. Murderous intent blazed in her water-blue eyes, while the Water Mystic Force of a Five-Star Mystic Master churned around her body like raging ocean waves.
“Mentor Yu Xuan, you’ve arrived at just the right time.”
Zhang Wei remained oblivious and spoke in a cold voice.
“Your disciple relied on his superior cultivation to sneak-attack students from our junior class and injure them. When I summoned him to the office for questioning, he talked back and outright refused to comply. This is a serious violation of academy rules—he must be severely punished to set an example for others!”
Mentor Yu Xuan narrowed her eyes and said flatly, “Yan Zhen, explain what happened.”
With his mentor present, Yan Zhen dropped any pretense and gave a straightforward account.
“It’s like this, Mentor. Yesterday, when I was escorting Meng’er back to her class, these guys blocked our path. They had the numbers advantage, spoke rudely, and even threatened me to stay away from Meng’er. I told them to take it somewhere private, then casually thrashed them.”
Mentor Yu Xuan nodded and turned back to Zhang Wei. “Did you catch that, Mentor Zhang Wei? Your disciples picked the fight and got disciplined by Yan Zhen for their trouble. They reaped what they sowed.”
The academy rules did protect weaker students, but even the weak needed self-awareness. Provoke a stronger senior, and you’d bear the consequences.
Mystic Academy didn’t ban fights between students—in fact, it subtly encouraged them. If grudges arose, settle them on the Duel Platform: winner takes all, loser eats dirt!
Zhang Wei shot a glance at his nearby disciples. Their evasive eyes drew a cold snort from him.
“That’s just his side of the story. How can we take his word for it?”
Yan Zhen laughed. So Temasha and his crew were spinning the “multifaceted truth,” were they?
He despised these hypocrites who hid behind banners of justice, cloaked in official authority.
Mentor Yu Xuan’s face remained impassive. “So your disciples’ account is objective fact, but my Yan Zhen’s is merely one side? It seems Mentor Zhang Wei doesn’t take me seriously at all. Very well—let’s settle this with true skill under our hands.”
A Mystic Master Realm Discipline Mentor had actually struck at a Mystic Practitioner Realm disciple like Yan Zhen—and injured him badly, no less. She wouldn’t let this hypocrite off lightly!
No sooner had she spoken than Mentor Yu Xuan drew back the string of her silver greatbow once more. This was her personal weapon: the Tier 3 Silver Falcon Bow.
She nocked the string to a full crescent moon. Blue Water Mystic Force swirled like a vortex, condensing into a massive crystalline arrow etched with clear spiral patterns that radiated piercing power.
Coldly, Mentor Yu Xuan declared, “You, a mentor, bullied my weaker disciple. Now take one arrow from me!”
Zhang Wei had never imagined the usually mild-mannered Mentor Yu Xuan would fly into such a rage. With her personality, shouldn’t she have pleaded gently on his behalf? Then he’d give her face, letting everyone save theirs gracefully, and the matter would end?
Why had it escalated like this?
Staring down the Vortex Arrow aimed right at him, Zhang Wei’s face drained of color, his scalp prickling with dread.
Mentor Yu Xuan was a Five-Star Mystic Master; he was merely Two-Star—a full Three-Star gap between them. She hailed from Holy Land Academy, her Mystic Arts and Mystic Techniques exceptional. And with that Tier 3 Mystic Artifact bow she’d wielded for years, how could he block this charged shot?
“Mentor Yu Xuan, don’t make a grave mistake! We’re both instructors—if we throw down like this in the academy, the Dean will surely punish us!”
“Then let him punish us!”
Without hesitation, Mentor Yu Xuan released her fingers.
The bowstring, bent into a full moon, snapped straight with a resonant buzz. The Water Mystic Force Vortex Arrow rocketed forth like a ballista bolt, trailing a watery afterimage through the air.
In his moment of crisis, Zhang Wei summoned his protective Mystic Artifact and thrust it forward. He bit the tip of his tongue, spraying blood onto it to activate its power.
“King Lacquer Thick Ring!”
It was a gray-black copper ring inscribed with yellow runes. Infused with Mystic Power, a crystalline light membrane formed across its hollow center, faintly depicting the horned head of a rakshasa woman.
The King Lacquer Thick Ring was a damaged Tier 4 Mystic Artifact—Zhang Wei’s trump card that outshone his peers among the mentors. It could block most Mystic Master attacks, but activating it demanded his essence blood, reserved only for dire need.
The Vortex Arrow slammed into the ring’s light membrane. The high-speed spiral water shaft dented it deeply but failed to pierce through.
Relief washed over Zhang Wei. Even an elite mentor from Holy Land Academy couldn’t breach his ring!
Mentor Yu Xuan’s fine brows furrowed. Coldly, she uttered a single word: “Explode.”
At her command, the Mystic Power within the Vortex Arrow ballooned wildly. Then, under Zhang Wei’s horrified gaze, it detonated with a thunderous boom!
Master Mystic Skill: Water Explosion Technique.
This Vortex Arrow fused two Mystic Techniques into one!
Bang!
The highly compressed Water Mystic Force erupted fully. The violent blast shattered the King Lacquer Thick Ring’s light membrane. Bereft of Mystic Power, the ring spun away like ordinary scrap metal.
The explosion’s shockwave swept over Zhang Wei, shredding his protective Mystic Power in an instant. It jolted a mouthful of blood from his lips, hurling his body uncontrollably backward. He crashed heavily into a corridor pillar before sliding to the ground, utterly spent and unable to rise.
External wounds atop internal injuries—even with proper care, he’d need ten days to half a month to recover.
Temasha and his group were flung aside by the blast’s edge, tumbling across the ground, scared nearly shitless.
The spectating students gaped in shock, eyes bulging. Who knew Mentor Yu Xuan angry could be so terrifying? One arrow, and she’d laid out the Discipline Mentor!
With a cold snort, Mentor Yu Xuan showed no mercy. She gradually withdrew her Mystic Power and stored the Silver Falcon Bow back in her storage ring. Only then did she turn and approach Yan Zhen.
Her gaze fell on his swollen, bleeding wounds, and she itched to loose another arrow at Zhang Wei.
Yan Zhen blinked, suddenly seeing his beautiful mentor in a new light.
“Mentor, this won’t cause problems, will it?”
“Any problems that come, I’ll handle them. Head to my place first to heal up.”
Without another word, Mentor Yu Xuan took Yan Zhen’s hand and led him away. The crowd hastily parted to clear a path.
Once their figures vanished, the other instructors—who had arrived but lurked amid the crowd—helped Zhang Wei to his feet.
Not long after, Mystic Academy’s Dean finally made a belated appearance. He took one look at Zhang Wei, beaten to a pulp like a stray dog, and shook his head in helpless exasperation.
You could figure that out thinking with your ass: nobody from Holy Land Academy was a pushover.
What an idiot.
“Take him to get treated.”
Based Mentor Yu is based.