Princely Heir Chen’s face was as pale as paper, uttering incoherent noises, unable to form words.
All eyes were unanimous, falling upon his hands.
On Princely Heir Chen’s hands, there were clearly two wounds.
The blood on the wounds had just dried, unmistakably fresh, and the marks on the wounds matched exactly with those of the lobster’s
"This brat’s tongue is injured too! I know now, he is the fierce beast! No, the fierce beast is raised by him, that’s not right either, the fierce beast is his Martial Soul."
Master Mo exclaid loudly, pointing at Princely Heir Chen.
"Huang... Governor Huang... I..."
Princely Heir Chen stamred, wincing in pain as he spoke.
The wound on his tongue was indeed excruciating.
Thinking about the Combat Lobsters in the pond at the School Clinic, Princely Heir Chen was fully convinced by Xin Lin’s words.
He had never seen such ferocious lobsters before; the marks left by their pincers were unbearably painful.
"Governor Huang, save ... I don’t want to die..."
Princely Heir Chen’s face was filled with grief.
A Martial Soul is awakened by a Martial Artist when their cultivation reaches a certain level using their own True Qi—it’s not a real Spiritual Beast, but it possesses the strength of one.
However, once the True Qi disperses, the Martial Soul disappears.
No wonder Xin Lin and the others had been searching all the way without finding the fierce beast—it turns out it was because of the Martial Soul.
Murong Ziyue had an epiphany and felt sowhat ashad.
She had observed Princely Heir Chen for so many days but had not noticed the fierce beast was his Martial Soul causing trouble; Xin Lin only t him once and figured it out.
It must be said that with such observational skills, Xin Lin was far superior to herself.
"Martial Soul, Chen You, have you condensed a Martial Soul?"
Governor Huang’s expression was peculiar as he looked at Chen You.
The other supervisors were also abuzz with discussion.
A Martial Soul—that would require at least a Martial Artist of the Xuan Transformation Realm to condense.
Looking at the entire Martial Arts Academy, there were very few who had a Martial Soul.
If Governor Huang rembered correctly, as an old student, Chen You should have a Xuanwu Practitioner’s cultivation of Eighth to Ninth Rank, not enough to condense a Martial Soul.
"Dean, you must save ... my wounds... I’ve only recently condensed a Martial Soul..."
Chen You felt his wounds were even more painful.
To condense a Martial Soul without reaching the Xuan Transformation Realm was rare.
After the shock, Governor Huang was rather pleased.
"Get up first, rest assured, the Academy will stand up for you."
Governor Huang helped Chen You up as if he were a fragile and precious porcelain piece.
"Xin Lin, hand over the antidote—you dare to keep poisonous creatures at the School Clinic, what nerve you have!"
Governor Huang berated.
"Governor Huang, if I rember correctly, we are currently investigating a fierce beast attack. Shouldn’t you be questioning Princely Heir Chen?"
Xin Lin retorted.
"Give the antidote first, I, Governor Huang, will deal with Chen You’s matter with justice."
Governor Huang’s face was full of arrogance.
"Sorry, but I really don’t have the antidote."
Xin Lin spread her hands.
"Don’t refuse the toast lest you be forced to drink a forfeit."
Governor Huang’s gaze turned fierce, glaring at Xin Lin.
"Don’t say there’s no antidote, even if there were, I wouldn’t give it. Those lobsters are not poisonous at all; if you don’t believe it, feel free to have soone check."
Xin Lin sneered.
The reason she claid the lobsters were poisonous was just to lure out the true culprit, Princely Heir Chen.
And sure enough, he took the bait.
Upon hearing this, Governor Huang ordered soone to find a Doctor. Soon, the city’s Doctor arrived and after examination, apart from so deep injuries and a few broken finger bones, Chen You was not life-threateningly injured, nor showed any signs of poisoning.
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