Chapter 90: Kind and Amiable Xu Jingming

"Decisive victory?"

Senior brother Liu Ming’s emotions surged instantly, his eyes burning with furious flame:

"If not for our Ashen Guild acting as bait, how could Wang Linyang have won so easily?"

"Our Guild had over two thousand psychics! Only fewer than a hundred survived!"

Thinking of the comrades and brothers he’d trained with for over a month, slaughtered right before his eyes.

Liu Ming shut his eyes in agony, two trails of tears silently tracing down his cheeks.

"Uncle Fu, take Liu Ming downstairs to rest."

Yang Zhentian sighed.

"Teacher, what’s wrong with Senior Brother?"

After Senior Brother Liu Ming was wheeled away by Uncle Fu, Xu Jingming asked hesitantly.

Yang Zhentian paused, then explained:

"The savage beasts in the southwest have been rampaging for half a year. A month ago, the eighth-rank Grand Master Wang Linyang was dispatched to suppress them.

We assumed the matter would be resolved quickly.

But the seventh-rank upper-tier beast commander within the horde seemed to sense the danger.

It kept hiding, sending only beast waves to attack.

Thus, the battle stalled for over a month.

Eventually, Wang Linyang grew impatient.

He ordered Liu Ming’s Ashen Guild to penetrate the wilderness as bait.

It worked—the seventh-rank upper-tier beast was lured out, and Wang Linyang finally slew it.

But the Ashen Guild, unaware of the plan, suffered devastating losses under the assault of the seventh-rank beast and countless sixth-rank ones.

Of over two thousand members, fewer than a hundred survived.

Liu Ming himself was critically wounded; had he not activated Thunder Extreme State, he’d have died long ago."

"Ashen Guild? Is it connected to the Ashen Club Senior Brother joined?"

Xu Jingming noticed the key point.

"Yes. The Ashen Guild was founded by graduates who originally formed the Ashen Club at our school.

Of the Ashen Guild’s two thousand combat members, roughly two hundred graduated from our school.

The rest are all elites.

During the battle, the Ashen Guild killed more savage beasts than any other Guild—long ago, the beast commander memorized them.

Otherwise, they couldn’t have served as bait to lure it out."

Yang Zhentian’s eyes gleamed with cold light.

Because of this, Wang Linyang has been sued by the families of the Ashen Guild’s fallen psychics in a military court.

But as an eighth-rank psychic who just achieved a major victory,

the punishment he receives will likely be minimal.

"An elite guild of over two thousand people, used as bait? Wang Linyang is ruthless!"

Xu Jingming’s hair stood on end.

In the eyes of this eighth-rank Grand Master Wang Linyang,

Liu Ming and the others—low-rank psychics—are merely expendable pawns.

"Hmph! He is ruthless indeed!

With Wang Linyang holding the line, the southwest beast horde can’t cause much trouble!

Slowly eroding them with the military would’ve worked eventually—just a matter of consuming more supplies.

Yet he rushed for quick results, using bait and causing so many deaths!"

Yang Zhentian snorted, lightning crackling violently around him:

"Yesterday I fought him. Though I lost, he didn’t escape unscathed either!

Also, tomorrow I’m taking Liu Ming to another Master with healing psychic abilities for treatment.

I won’t be able to attend your Freshman Competition."

"Understood."

Xu Jingming nodded, acknowledging.

He’d originally planned to have Teacher Yang Zhentian test how much impact his Mingyuleikai could withstand.

But given the situation, testing combat techniques wasn’t appropriate.

So, after leaving a bottle of S-grade Earth Spirit Spring, Xu Jingming turned and left the villa.

"After this severe injury, I wonder if Senior Brother can recover his spirit."

Walking down the road after leaving the villa, Xu Jingming still thought of Senior Brother’s dire state.

A Master-class healing psychic can restore severed limbs.

So Liu Ming will recover.

But new legs and right arm—how can they compare to the original?

Moreover, Teacher Yang Zhentian’s Thunder Indestructible Body foundation was embedded in his flesh.

After such grievous wounds, the Thunder Indestructible Body is half-destroyed.

Also, Liu Ming’s Thunder Indestructible Body had already reached the third level.

The newly grown limbs must be retrained from scratch.

To restore his entire body to the third level of Thunder Indestructible Body—how many years or months will that take?

"I hope Senior Brother can endure this blow and rise again."

Shaking his head, Xu Jingming let the thought go.

This matter involved a Grand Master; besides offering a bottle of S-grade Earth Spirit Spring, he could offer little help.

On the bright side, at least Senior Brother didn’t die like others in the wilderness.

As long as he lives, there’s hope...

When he stepped out of Teacher Yang Zhentian’s villa, it was already noon.

On the way, Xu Jingming received a call from Song Qiuyun inviting him to dinner.

After meeting up, they went together to a restaurant in the university district called "Qingya Ju."

Qingya Ju is a relatively upscale dining spot in the university district.

A meal for two or three people costs thousands of Daya currency.

But for Song Qiuyun and Xu Jingming, this was ordinary.

"Sir, how many guests?"

Song Qiuyun and Xu Jingming—one alluring and delicate, with a slender figure;

the other with a resolute face and tall stature—walked together like golden boy and jade girl, drawing glances from all around.

So as soon as they entered Qingya Ju, a server warmly approached.

As soon as the two stepped into Qingya Residence, a server warmly greeted them.

Noticing the subtle glances from diners in the hall, Xu Jingming frowned slightly and added:

"A private room, please."

Xu Jingming had just returned from the wilderness.

Prolonged killing had naturally left him with a chilling aura.

Combined with the dragon-like pressure from absorbing Thunder Tyrant blood,

his frown instantly made the ordinary server tremble slightly. "Upstairs, private rooms available—follow me."

He hurried ahead to lead the way.

"Tsk tsk, Xu, don’t be so intimidating—you scared the server."

As Song Qiuyun and Xu Jingming climbed the stairs,

after entering the private room, Song Qiuyun smiled and spoke:

She had changed out of her battle gear, now wearing a simple white women’s T-shirt and tight light-blue jeans.

Leaning back against her chair, her full curves were unmistakably displayed.

She had changed out of her battle gear, now wearing a simple white women’s T-shirt and light blue skinny jeans.

[90] Xu Jingming paused slightly. “I’ve always thought my face is approachable and that I’m warm and kind to others.”

Xu Jingming blinked in surprise. "I’ve always thought I look approachable, kind and amiable."

This was Xu Jingming’s genuine self-perception.

Xu Jingming blinked slightly, “I’ve always thought my face is approachable and that I’m warm and kind to others.”

if Jiang Chu Xuan heard this, she’d have a very different opinion.

"Hey, don’t go too far!

Back on the arena, you speared Lei Zhou’s shoulder blade clean through—where was the kindness then?"

Song Qiuyun couldn’t help retorting.

"Lei Zhou got what he deserved." Xu Jingming remained noncommittal.

One’s attitude toward enemies is naturally different.

Lei Zhou brought it upon himself, Xu Jingming said noncommittally.

One’s attitude toward enemies is naturally different.

"True enough."

Song Qiuyun did not dispute this point; a pleasant smile appeared on her lovely face:

"Then I'll reluctantly consider you amiable."

After a pause, Song Qiuyun voiced the greatest doubt she had long harbored:

"But why can I sense a powerful aura from you, similar to that of a ferocious beast?"