Chapter 948: Slash!

What is happening? The Spirit Jade Power is so intense!

It's not just one kind of Spirit Jade Power; it seems to be several!

The upheaval of Spirit Jade Power—could it have been caused by Ye Qingran?

To onlookers, Ye Qingran was merely keeping her eyes closed; they couldn't see the scene that Ye Qingran could perceive.

Yet, in the air, that familiar Spirit Jade Power was something they knew well.

Regarding the secret that the Four Spirit Jade can record any event that occurred in the academies, even the four Palace Masters don't know it; the only ones in Wànlíng Xuégōng who know this secret are the successive Palace Masters and those who can cause the Four Spirit Jade to resonate simultaneously.

Feeling the vast Spirit Jade Power that fills heaven and earth, Lou Ting's eyes fixed on the closed-eyed Ye Qingran, and an ominous foreboding rose within Lou Ting.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes; in a deep voice he barked, "Ye Qingran, what are you doing? What evidence do you have? Show it quickly! Don't waste everyone's precious time!"

When the words fell, Ye Qingran opened her eyes; her gaze passed through the void and landed on Lou Ting.

"Of course I'm watching how you personally killed your own disciple."

At those words, everyone was stunned.

Ye Qingran said she had just been watching the White Tiger Palace Master personally kill his disciple?

Such a statement is perhaps too insane!

Not to mention whether the White Tiger Palace Master even killed his own disciple; even if he did, how could she see it at this moment?

Yet this sentence caused the four Palace Masters, including Lou Ting, to change complexion, especially Lou Ting, whose eyes flashed a strange hue; had he not concealed it so well, it would have been exposed.

"How could that be? How could she know?"

Lou Ting thought silently, his gaze like a hawk's shot toward Ye Qingran, trying to see through her, but Ye Qingran stood there, a faint curve at the corner of her lips, her whole being shrouded in mist, making it impossible to glimpse any detail.

It must be Ye Qingran testing her!

Lou Ting thought to himself, feigning composure he said, "Ye Qingran, if you truly can't produce evidence, then just admit it calmly; what madness are you causing here?"

"White Tiger Palace Master, perhaps the one who has gone mad is you?" Ye Qingran clicked her tongue lightly, shook her head, "You seem like a righteous person, yet when you killed your own disciple, why did you become so ruthless?"

"Ye Qingran, you must not slander me!" Lou Ting roared in anger.

"Ye Qingran, do you have evidence? Do you know that slandering the Palace Master of the Four Spirit Academies is a grave crime in the academy? Are you sure you want to persist in ignorance?" the Palace Master of Qilin Academy said softly.

"Of course I have; you can see for yourselves."

As Ye Qingran finished speaking, she shifted her thoughts and extracted that scene from the Four Spirit Jade's records.

The scene projected onto the void before everyone, as if a projector were casting the video onto a massive invisible screen.

Late night.

In a certain disciple's dormitory, the light was still on.

Yang Jiao Mi sat up from the bed, her paper‑pale face beading with sweat, and her heavy breathing drew the attention of the other two roommates.

"Jiao Mi, did you have another nightmare?"

Yang Jiao Mi looked at the two roommates and nodded.

"Since the last time you were at the West Garden Cafeteria and… you have been having nightmares ever since."

Recalling that day in the West Garden Cafeteria, when she was slapped by Ye Qingran, a deep hatred rose in her eyes.

"Damned Ye Qingran, I won't let her get away!"

"Alright, Jiao Mi, don't overthink it, go to sleep early. Ye Qingran is just a Sweeping Maid; we'll eventually find a way to get rid of her!"

"Exactly, she still has two sons, right? If nothing else works, we can start with her sons!"

A faint glimmer flashed in Yang Jiao Mi's eyes.

Indeed, Ye Qingran cherishes her son the most, right? If they were all dead, she would surely collapse.

Yang Jiao Mi thought this, her emotions steadied. She glanced around and asked in doubt, "Where is Lirong? It's so late; why hasn't she returned yet?"

"Oh, her? She went to hang out with people from the Vermilion Bird Academy; she should be back soon," Yang Jiao Mi said.

Jiao Mi understood and nodded; at that moment, the door rang.

"She must have returned."

At this point, everyone's hearts rose to their throats. If they're not mistaken, the one knocking must be the murderer!

One of Yang Jiao Mi's roommates got up to open the door.

"Lirong, you…"

The female disciple looked up and wondered, where is Wu Lirong?

"Ye… Ye Qingran?!"

Ye Qingran?!

Seeing that the knocker was Ye Qingran, everyone present was stunned.

"So it's her! The murderer really is Ye Qingran!"

Someone also sensed something was off.

"If the murderer truly is Ye Qingran, she couldn't have released this scene publicly."

"Could there still be a twist?"

"I don't know; let's keep watching first!"

In the dormitory, Yang Jiao Mi's pupils contracted at the sound of the name; she hurried to the door and indeed saw Ye Qingran.

"What are you doing here?"

Yang Jiao Mi's eyebrows shot up instantly, and the fire of anger mixed with hatred burned fiercely around her.

"Me? Of course I'm here to watch the joke."

Ye Qingran's mouth curved with a strange grin.

"You bitch, go die!"

Yang Jiao Mi raised her hand to slap Ye Qingran, but just as the hand was about to fall, a surge of force erupted from Ye Qingran's body, sending Yang Jiao Mi's body flying like a cannonball into the room, shattering the furniture inside.

The other two disciples were both dumbfounded.

With no one to stop her, Ye Qingran swaggered into the room, and the door behind her slammed shut.

Her gaze swept over the three, sensing something; she raised her hands and in an instant snapped the necks of the two female disciples, the sword in her hand thrust violently into their hearts.

They didn't even have time to gasp!

Yang Jiaomi collapsed on the ground, blood streaming from her lips, and the pain in her body vanished the moment she witnessed this scene.

Ye Qingran killed her two roommates!

Endless terror surged in her heart.

"Don't kill me, I beg you, don't kill me!"

She was so scared, truly terrified!

Ye Qingran slowly approached Yang Jiaomi, her smile growing more sinister, she bent down, grasped Yang's throat under her terrified gaze, lifted her from the ground, and a sword gently pierced Yang Jiaomi's heart.

Outside the door, the newly returned Wu Lirong, hearing the commotion, crouched at the doorway and, through the crack, caught the scene.

She widened her eyes in terror, hurriedly covered her mouth, and trembled all over.

"It's her..."

She retreated slowly, murmuring those two words.

At this point in the scene, who the murderer is no longer a mystery.

"So brutal, so terrifying! Even as a bystander, I felt that fear and despair!"

"The three Yang Jiaomi victims were truly killed by Ye Qingran, ironclad evidence!"

The crowd erupted.

Some expressed sentiment, some called for punishment, others doubted, but regardless of everyone's reaction, Lou Ting's gaze gradually solidified.

Because...

"Lou Ting, will you admit it yourself, or shall I continue showing the later footage?"

Ye Qingran looked at Lou Ting with a half‑smile, her tone cheerful yet mocking.

What does that mean?

Is there more footage?

But can this change anything?

Sword God cast a stern glance at Lou Ting, snorted coldly, "Release it, it'll let everyone see his true face!"

Ye Qingran shrugged at Lou Ting, "Looks like you have no choice now."

With those words, the paused footage resumed.

In the blood‑stained dormitory, Ye Qingran stood there, her eyes and face filled with a bizarre grin.

"Ye Qingran, I will make you cease to exist!"

Hearing that, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

What on earth is Ye Qingran saying?

Does she intend to make herself disappear?

Soon they got the answer, for a green glow flickered around Ye Qingran—soft, like a veil of green gauze. After a few breaths, the light faded, Ye Qingran vanished, replaced by a towering figure.

That face was unmistakably... Lou Ting!

When they saw Lou Ting, every disciple present froze, some even covering their mouths, the shock in their eyes about to overflow.

At this moment, how could they still not guess the truth?

It turned out the one who killed Yang Jiaomi wasn't Ye Qingran at all, but someone who disguised themselves as the White Tiger Academy Gōngzhǎng Lou Ting!

The truth is revealed!

"It's fake, it's fake! Don't be fooled by this witch!"

Lou Ting suddenly went berserk, shouting loudly.

"Fake?" Sword God stepped toward Lou Ting, his gaze like a sword, "What power do you think can weave such a scene?"

Lou Ting was suppressed by Sword God's formidable aura, his whole body trembling violently, and finally unable to bear the pressure, he knelt on the ground.

"Lou Ting, as the White Tiger Academy Gōngzhǎng, to commit the murder of your own disciple is sheer madness, intolerable by heaven, and according to the academy's rules, death is more than deserved!"

With those words, the myriad sword shadows that had waited in the void for a long time shivered sharply, erupting with ringing sword sounds.

"Today, before everyone at Wànlíng Xuégōng, I shall slay Lou Ting as a warning!"

With those words, the myriad sword shadows shot down simultaneously, like divine sword punishment from the heavens, descending with thunderous force to slay the thunder!

"......"

Lou Ting didn't even have time to scream before the myriad sword shadows cut him into fragments!

At Wànlíng Xuégōng, ten thousand people personally witnessed the scene, their eyes brimming with profound shock.

Today, senior Sword God, at Wànlíng Xuégōng, beheaded a Four Spirit Academies Gōngzhǎng!

The other three Gōngzhǎngs saw this and their bodies trembled violently.

They too took part in this conspiracy; although they didn't commit unforgivable sins, they couldn't escape responsibility, and if Sword God were to pursue...

Sword God glanced at the three trembling figures, "I'll settle accounts with you later!"

After speaking, Sword God looked at Ye Qingran, a hint of apology on his face, "I wronged you this time!"

Ye Qingran was unimpressed, "What's the grievance? I don't feel any!"

Sword God: "......" Do you understand polite talk?

"I've slain Lou Ting, leaving the White Tiger Academy Gōngzhǎng position vacant. Are you interested?"

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