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Everyone turned to look and saw a group of students with student council badges on their shoulders running towards them.

Among the student council members, not only were there students from Baili University, but also from Mingyang University; it seemed the temporary amalgamation of the two schools had resulted in a merged student council as well.

In the center of the student council crowd, a striking figure was especially noticeable, and that was unmistakably Liu Qianqian.

She was wearing the black uniform of Yangming University, a pleated skirt swaying gently past her knees, and on her feet were a pair of white canvas shoes. Her expression was one of panic as she ran quickly.

It was apparent that most of the male students from Baili University had also noticed this stunning figure, their gazes shimmering with admiration, even involuntarily forgetting this girl was from what they referred to as 'Mediocre University'.

After all, if one did not take Mu Huanqing into account, Liu Qianqian had been Yangming University's unrivaled campus belle for over three years, both in terms of temperament and appearance, she was top-notch.

"Tch!"

When Su Sen saw the student council arriving, a flash of annoyance crossed his face. He then dissipated the True Qi around his body, withdrew his Ice Sword, and clutching one shoulder, he looked at Fang Ren and said, "I held back with that last strike.

Otherwise, it would be your neck that's bleeding right now."

Fang Ren's red aura retracted back into his body, and his smile returned to a more normal state, not resuming his chase to fight the other.

His practice was the way of the Asura, not the petty ways of the tiger; he wasn't like those fools who had to kill someone at the slightest provocation and then get entangled in a feud with their powers.

"As if you could still be alive if I hadn't held back." Fang Ren said with a laugh, shaking the blood off his hands. His smile carried a hint of chilling malevolence.

Seeing him still smiling while blood flowed from his chest, Su Sen inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, which annoyed him. He was usually the one making people feel this way.

"You do have some audacity, but that doesn't give you the right to attack students from our school," Su Sen said.

"Are you blind? Isn't it allowed to kick a few blocking rats?" Fang Ren replied, glancing at the Baili student he had previously sent flying with a kick.

"Who are you calling a rat! Damn it, a bunch of trash from a Mediocre University!"

"Yeah! Get out of our school!"

"Coming here to study and still so arrogant! Do you want a beating?"

...

Upon hearing Fang Ren's words, a group of Baili University students erupted into curses.

The students from Yangming couldn't just stand by; although they might not excel in fighting, they definitely couldn't lose the war of words!

"Hey, damn! You care about us kicking your school's rats, are you freaking sick?"

"Believe it or not, I'll bring a bag of rat poison tomorrow and poison all the rats in your school?"

"Is this the first time your Rat University has seen people? Haven't you seen a man before that you come up with your ass turned up for a kick?"

"Yeah, I clearly saw 7 of your school's rats with their asses up, begging for a kick! And now you're playing the victim?"

"Trash from Mediocre University!"

"Rats from Rat University who haven't taken their medicine!"

In an instant, the university's main gate became a spray of verbal exchange as two groups squared off, and members from both student councils started doing their utmost to maintain the situation.

"All of you, stay right there!"

A young man with golden hair and green eyes suddenly came forward, staring at Fang Ren and the three Yangming Cultivation Department students who had been involved earlier, and said.

The previous student who had been kicked to the ground stood up immediately, angered, and said to the green-eyed young man, "President! We were just walking along when this guy suddenly kicked me, and he even attacked my two buddies!

Su Sen saw this as an opportunity to enforce justice, but it's all his fault!"

Liu Qianqian hadn't even had the chance to stop the verbal fight between the two sides, listening to the Baili student's words which she couldn't believe at all, she said, "First take those injured to the hospital. We'll investigate the cause later."

After speaking, Liu Qianqian immediately ran to Fang Ren's side and only then did she see clearly how serious the wound on his chest was, which scared her and drained her face of color.

"Quick, come with me to the hospital!"

Liu Qianqian said as she grabbed Fang Ren's hand, intending to lead him out.

Fang Ren stood his ground and didn't intend to go with her. He gently pried her hand off, his ominous bloodlust subsided, and with his usual expression restored, he said, "It's fine, it'll heal in a bit."

His body had been conditioned countless times within Asura Gate, and coupled with the effects of the Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat, regular wounds on his body could recover quickly.

"What are you talking about!"

Liu Qianqian, seeing her hand released, immediately furrowed her brows and tried to pull him again, this time gripping his hands tightly and pulling him outside.

"I'm really fine."

Fang Ren continued to pry at her hand, but found that she was holding on firmly. Fearing he might hurt her fingers if he exerted too much force, he could only stand there, unable to move her.

"Would you walk already? There's so much blood! Hurry up!"

Liu Qianqian was so anxious her eyes reddened, seeing him motionless, she was filled with both worry and anger.

"It's really nothing."

Fang Ren touched his chest, finding the wound had already begun to heal. This level of pain was virtually nothing to him.

At that moment, students from both universities finally ceased their verbal conflict, each walking into their campuses with faces full of anger.

The student from Baili School continued to bitterly complain to the president, painting Fang Ren as villainously as possible, conveniently omitting their earlier act of blocking the way.

"All of you, go to the Academic Affairs Office!" Baili School's president Li Shi said with displeasure.

Liu Qianqian was unhappy upon hearing this and said to Li Shi, "No, he's too badly hurt, I have to take him to the hospital, we can discuss the details when we come back."

Li Shi glanced at Fang Ren, then at the hand held by Liu Qianqian, a flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes, but he spoke seriously, "Qianqian, let other students take him instead. You have to join us for a meeting later to discuss how to deal with the student council issue."

"It's fine, let the other Student Council members speak for me, I'll go with him," Liu Qianqian said.

"That won't do, you are your school's Student Council President now, we can't have these talks without you," Li Shi insisted.

"President Li Shi, I think we should deal with the matter at hand before worrying about those issues. The student's health is more important," Liu Qianqian said, frowning.

Li Shi continued, "But sending this student to the hospital is such a simple task, others can take care of it."

"I don't trust anyone else," Liu Qianqian stated firmly.

As she finished speaking, Li Shi's eyes twitched violently but he still maintained his composure and could only nod, saying, "Well... alright then, Qianqian, come back as soon as possible."

Fang Ren saw the subtle changes on Li Shi's face and could guess what he was thinking. He then glanced at Liu Qianqian, who seemed to have no particular feelings for this Li Shi.

Seeing this, Fang Ren turned around and started walking towards the school's exit.

Liu Qianqian saw him following, and immediately quickened her pace, running with him.

Behind them, Li Shi glanced at Fang Ren, biting his lip in frustration.

…

Soon, Fang Ren and Liu Qianqian arrived at a bus platform not far from the school. Fang Ren gently pried her hand away, this time she didn't grip it tightly.

"We really don't need to go to the hospital, I just need to wash up in the school restroom," Fang Ren said.

"Wash what? You have such a big wound!" Liu Qianqian retorted angrily.

Fang Ren shrugged it off, saying, "I didn't come out with you because my injury was severe, it was because I saw that the president is interested in you, and you clearly don't feel the same for him, so I followed you."

"At a time like this? You still have the mood to talk about this!"

Angrily, Liu Qianqian murmured, she immediately hailed a taxi on the road and dragged Fang Ren into it.

Fang Ren didn't want to get in, but she clung to him firmly, so he quickly sat down to appease her.

Minutes later, inside the hospital.

"Miss, please don't make things difficult for us, his chest has no injuries, what do you want us to stitch up?"

In the hallway, a distressed doctor looked at Liu Qianqian. He was driven to the brink of madness by her insistence on checking over someone who was completely unharmed, demanding stitches for non-existent wounds.

Liu Qianqian said anxiously, "But his chest..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Although I don't know what happened before, I'm quite sure the blood isn't his, there's not a scratch on him! Young lady, please stop this nonsense," said the doctor helplessly, before turning and walking away.

Liu Qianqian stood stunned, rushed into a room, and found Fang Ren half-naked, with the blood washed off his chest, revealing no signs of injury.

She was dumbfounded. Back at the school's entrance, she had clearly seen a long cut on Fang Ren's chest. How had it disappeared so suddenly?

"That's not right..."

Liu Qianqian rushed over, scrutinizing his chest. She then reached out and touched it directly, only to find, astonishingly, that there was no wound.

Fang Ren, feeling her touch, quickly stepped back, looking a bit embarrassed, "I told you, it's nothing."

Only then did Liu Qianqian realize what she had done, turned around quickly, her face slightly reddening as she stammered, "I... I was just concerned about your wound, nothing else, really!"

"I know."

Fang Ren nodded, picked up the blood-stained uniform beside him, and frowned. It was no longer wearable.