Chapter 90: Kind and Approachable Xu Jingming

"A decisive victory?"

Senior brother Liu Ming's emotions surged instantly, his eyes burning with furious flames:

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

"Our Guild had over two thousand psychics altogether! Fewer than a hundred survived!"

Thinking of the comrades and brothers he'd spent over a month with, dying 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 to rest."

Yang Zhentian sighed.

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

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

Yang Zhentian paused, then explained:

"The savage beast incursions in the southwest have lasted nearly half a year. A month ago, the Eighth-Rank Master Zongshi 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 Ash Guild to penetrate deep into the wilderness as bait.

Indeed, it lured out the Seventh-Rank Upper-tier beast, which Wang Linyang then slew.

But the Ash Guild, unaware of the plan, suffered heavy losses under the assault of the Seventh-Rank beast and countless Sixth-Rank beasts.

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

Liu Ming himself was critically wounded; had he not activated Lei Ting Form, he would have died long ago."

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

Xu Jingming keenly noticed the key point.

"Yes. The Ash Guild was founded by alumni who established the Ash Club at our school.

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

The rest were all elites.

During the battle, the Ash Guild killed more savage beasts than any other Guild — the beast commander had long remembered them.

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

Yang Zhentian's eyes flashed with icy light.

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

Yet as an Eighth-Rank psychic who just achieved a major victory,

the punishment for Wang Linyang will likely be minimal.

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

Xu Jingming's hair stood on end.

In the eyes of this Eighth-Rank Master Zongshi Wang Linyang,

Liu Ming and the other low-rank psychics were merely expendable pawns.

"Hmph! He is ruthless indeed!

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

We could have slowly consumed them with the army — eventually we'd have won. It'd just cost more supplies.

But he insisted on rushing for quick results, using bait and causing so many deaths!"

Yang Zhentian snorted, terrifying lightning flickering around him:

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

Also, tomorrow I'll take Liu Ming to another Master with healing abilities for treatment.

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

"Understood."

Xu Jingming nodded, acknowledging.

He had originally planned to ask Teacher Yang Zhentian to test how much impact his Nether Prison Thunder Armor could withstand.

But given the situation, testing combat techniques was no longer suitable.

So, after leaving a bottle of S-Class 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-level healing psychic can restore severed limbs.

So Liu Ming will recover.

But the newly grown legs and right arm — how could they compare to the original?

Moreover, Teacher Yang Zhentian's Lei Bu Mie Shen foundation was embedded within the flesh itself.

After such severe injury, Lei Bu Mie Shen has been largely ruined.

Also, Liu Ming's Lei Bu Mie Shen had reached Body Third Layer.

The new limbs must be trained from scratch again.

By the time his entire body returns to Body Third Layer of Lei Bu Mie Shen, who knows how many years it will take.

"I hope Senior Brother can weather this blow and pull himself back together."

Xu Jingming shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

This matter involved a Grandmaster, and beyond offering a bottle of S-rank Earth Spirit Spring, there was no way he could provide much help.

Looking on the bright side, at least Senior Brother hadn't died a miserable death in the wilderness like the others.

As long as you're alive, there's hope...

When he walked out of his teacher Yang Zhentian's villa, it was already noon.

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

So after meeting up, they headed together to a restaurant in the university district called "Qingyaju."

Qingyaju was a fairly upscale dining spot in the university district.

A meal for two or three people would run several thousand Daxia coins.

But for Song Qiuyun and Xu Jingming, that was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Mr., how many in your party?"

Song Qiuyun and Xu Jingming—one alluring and charming, with a slender figure.

The other resolute in looks, with a tall frame.

Together they were like a golden boy and jade girl, easily drawing the eyes of everyone around them.

So the moment the two stepped into Qingyaju, a server came up to greet them warmly.

"Two."

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

"Get us a private room."

Xu Jingming had just come out of the wilderness.

The long stretch of killing had left him carrying a natural cold, murderous air.

On top of that, after absorbing the essence blood of the Thunderstorm Dragon, he radiated a pressure unique to draconic fierce beasts.

That slight frown made the ordinary server's body tremble, and he quickly said:

"There's a private room upstairs. Please, follow me."

With that, he hurried ahead to lead the way.

"Tsk tsk, Xu, don't be so fierce—you scared the poor server."

Song Qiuyun and Xu Jingming walked up the stairs.

Once they were in the private room, Song Qiuyun said with a bright smile.

By now she had changed out of her battle suit and was wearing a simple white women's T-shirt paired with light-blue skinny jeans.

She leaned back lightly in her seat, the full curve of her chest on full display.

"I'm fierce?"

Xu Jingming blinked. "I've always thought I had a kindly face and was warm and approachable."

That was Xu Jingming's honest self-assessment.

Of course,

if Jiang Chuxuan were to hear those words, she'd have a very different take.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't push it.

Back on the ring, you blew Lei Zhou's shoulder blade apart with one shot—how come I didn't see the warm and approachable side then?"

Song Qiuyun couldn't help but quip.

"Lei Zhou had it coming." Xu Jingming neither agreed nor disagreed.

Naturally, his attitude toward enemies was different.

"Fair enough."

Song Qiuyun didn't argue that point, a lovely smile surfacing on her pretty face:

"Then I'll generously count you as warm and approachable."

After a pause, Song Qiuyun voiced the question that had long weighed on her most:

"But why can I sense a fierce-beast-like, powerful aura coming off you?"