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The merry vacation passed all too quickly, and Tang Luo, once again accompanied by his brother, bid farewell to their mother and Little Nuannuan, and returned to the Martial Hall.

However, as soon as they stepped through the gates of the Martial Hall, Bo Shan hurriedly approached them.

“Instructor Tang, there’s been an incident.”

“You go back to the training ground first.” Tang Luo patted his little brother on the shoulder and then asked, “What happened and why are you so frantic?” “Fang Han was seriously injured!”

“What? How did that happen?” Tang Luo frowned, utterly perplexed.

“Let’s talk as we walk.” Bo Shan gestured with his single arm motioning the path ahead, and led Tang Luo onwards.

“This morning, after the training session, Fang Han unexpectedly insulted Pang Yan and others. He provoked them, claiming a desire to show them the gap between a genius and the Mortal Realm, and challenged them to a three-on-one duel.”

“They are all young and naturally got upset, so four of them went up to the arena.”

“Fang Han fought against Pang Yan, Zhan Ping, and Bao Zuo.”

“As soon as he stepped on the stage, Fang Han was like a tiger among lambs, knocking Pang Yan off the arena before they had a chance to react.”

“In the meantime, Zhan Ping used the force of the Shadow Moon Fist to cast a shadow over Fang Han.”

“Zhan Ping and Bao Zuo attacked Fang Han from inside the shadow.”

“After an intense exchange, Zhan Ping was knocked out of the confrontation, while Bao Zuo struck Fang Han’s back with the Abyssal Flame Blade.”

“Perhaps because of the harsh words from Fang Han, Bao Zuo went too far and almost split Fang Han in half with the Abyssal Flame Blade.”

“Fortunately, Fang Han’s constitution is extraordinary. The medics managed to save his life. He is now resting in his room.”

During this conversation, the two men arrived at Fang Han’s dormitory on the first floor of South Seven District.

Many students from the No.7 training room were gathered at the front door, whispering to each other, peeping into the room from the door frame. Their expressions differed; worry and nervousness were absent. Most seemed relieved and curious.

“Instructor Tang, Instructor Bo Shan.”

The first student who noticed Tang Luo and Bo Shan immediately stood up straight and greeted them.

Then, all the students switched to serious faces and saluted the two instructors.

“Aren’t you supposed to be training? All of you, get back to your routine.” Bo Shan scolded them.

The students around the doorway dispersed. Tang Luo and Bo Shan went into the room.

The strong smell of medication was pungent enough to cause one to wrinkle their brow. Upon entering, they saw Pang Yan and the others standing silently in the corner.

The students’ rooms were mostly empty, apart from a few tables, chairs, and wardrobes, there were just three wooden beds. Fang Han was lying in the middle bed. Seeing the instructors, he tried to sit up and salute despite his difficulty.

“Just lie down.” Tang Luo responded, his face neutral. “Everyone else, leave. I need to speak with Fang Han alone.”

Pang Yan and the others looked at each other before leaving with their heads bowed. As Bao Zuo walked past Tang Luo, he stopped and said: “Instructor Tang, I’m sorry. I….”

“It’s not your concern anymore. Leave.” Tang Luo waved a hand to stop Bao from saying any more.

After the others had left, Bo Shan nodded at Tang Luo and also left the room.

Tang Luo expressionlessly closed the door and locked it.

Dragging a chair over, the wooden legs grazing the floor as he moved it closer to Fang Han’s bed.

Tang Luo sat down, looking down at Fang Han lying on the bed, carefully studying the gifted youngster before him.

Fang Han’s exposed back was wrapped in bandages, stretching from his left shoulder to his lower back—a deep sword wound was visible.

The pure white bandages had spots of bright red, particularly at the lower back area where the red was the darkest.

Fang Han’s face was frighteningly pale, his gaze flitting to meet eyes with Tang Luo, seemingly too ashamed to face himself.

Tang Luo, likewise, had no intention of speaking, simply looking down at the boy on the bed.

Besides the pungent smell of the medicinal herbs in the air, the room was heavy with silence.

Fang Han had never seen Tang Luo wear such a solemn expression. There seemed to be no warmth in his eyes, as if he were a deity gazing down from the heavens, sitting at the end of the bed, looking as if he had pierced through all secrets.

Under great pressure, Fang Han couldn’t help but speak first, “Young Master, I…”

“Why?” Tang Luo’s voice was calm as he interrupted Fang Han’s words, but anyone could hear the confusion and anger hidden beneath his calm tone.

Fang Han panicked, uncertain of how to respond.

Tang Luo was truly disappointed.

From the first time he saw Fang Han, he knew that Fang Han was a lone wolf. He originally thought that as time passed, that Fang would be grateful and obedient. However, it seemed that Fang Han remained the same Fang Han.

Perhaps the pressure of silence was too much to bear, so Fang Han faltered,

“I…I don’t understand what Young Master means.”

Don’t understand? Tang Luo let out a derisive chuckle, which sounded particularly harsh in the quiet room.

“If you don’t understand, then rest and recover from your injuries.”

Tang Luo coldly left these words before turning and leaving.

Fang Han watched Tang Luo’s retreating figure. The panic vanished from his eyes, replaced with a deep calm.

Outside the room, Tang Luo was very angry. He felt that he now understood Fang Han’s intentions.

“Such a scheming bastard”, he thought.

From the moment Fang Han came in contact with Tang Luo, it was to gain more practice time and enjoy more cultivation resources.

While the Martial Hall only provided a place to eat, sleep, and practice, for someone like Fang Han who was born an orphan, they understand the importance of these basic resources.

Only in this environment could one immerse themselves in the martial arts path. Otherwise, one would be too concerned with making a living and lack the energy to practice martial arts.

His mentioning of leaving the Martial Hall in two months time probably made Fang Han feel like he was going to lose these training resources of the Martial Hall, so he resorted to such severe injuries to delay his departure.

Tang Luo felt very disappointed, and at the same time, a sense of sadness for Fang Han.

Even a person worthy of hatred can evoke pity. The fact that Fang Han was so calculating that he didn’t hesitate to exchange serious injuries for these resources was mainly due to the environment he grew up in since he was a child.

He had to grow up surrounded by thugs and gangsters. Those around him either wanted to exploit them, or were pitiful children like him. Everything they wanted, they had to fight, snatch, and seize.

How do you grow up in such an environment before you start training in martial arts?

What else can you rely on other than being more ruthless than others?

Fang Han was ruthless to others and even more so to himself.

He only trusted himself, didn’t believe in anyone else, and when he encountered difficulties, he absolutely wouldn’t choose to discuss with others or ask others for help, because in his life experience, he could only rely on himself for everything in the world.

Even recognizing the head of the family was only because the identity provided by him could protect him from being picked off by others and continue to cultivate in the Martial Hall.

From beginning to end, everything Fang Han did was for himself. He never considered things from anyone else’s perspective.

Therefore, the other students in the training ground don’t like him, thinking he’s a mad dog. Even though he was seriously injured, there were plenty of onlookers, but not a single one worried about him, their faces full of satisfaction.

The instructors did not like him, because he was aloof and ruthless. Perhaps this may work for ordinary martial artists, but in a wealthy family where small team cooperation is the main strategy, this is undoubtedly a foolish course of action.

The reason for Tang Luo’s anger was different from others, living for oneself is not wrong.

But Fang Han’s approach was simply too stupid. He didn’t even consider that maybe Tang Luo had no intentions of taking him out of the Martial Hall at all. Without any discussion, he put on a whole charade by himself.

Could Pang Yan and just two ordinary Mortal Realm practitioners defeat Fang Han?

And all Fang Han could do was send Pang Yan flying off, then get seriously injured under the sneak attack of the other two?

Perhaps Bo Shan and those students might think that Fang Han is already amazing, and his combat power is astonishing.

But in Tang Luo’s judgement, unless these three people possessed some earth-shattering Combined Attack Technique, they couldn’t even touch Fang Han’s clothes.

If Fang Han managed to get close, a burst of Star Innate Blade’s aura could leave them lying on the ground with severed limbs and broken arms.

There is no doubt that Fang Han is the kind of person who will be ruthless even during a friendly spar..