Lingeringly, Wushuang returned to the village. Only his raw flesh was exposed, with no skin on his face, making him extremely terrifying. Seeing him in this state, the villagers all avoided him, not daring to approach this bleeding "corpse of flesh".
His eyes were icy and gloomy, devoid of any warmth. Wushuang walked to the gate of the academy, pushing it open to find a teacher giving a lecture. The teacher was an old man, with white hair and wrinkles covering his face. He was teaching the students about gu knowledge.
Countless students looked at Wushuang, some gloating, some sympathetic and puzzled, and some with mixed emotions, not entirely gloating or sympathetic, but silently assessing Wushuang.
Most of them were filled with terror. Was this bloody body really Wushuang?
The old man sighed helplessly, "Today's class ends here. Tomorrow, prepare for the practical exam. Those who fail will have their resources reduced by ten percent, while the excellent ones will gain an additional ten percent."
"Ah!!!" The students wailed.
The old man looked at the mournful students and couldn't help but smile slightly. He raised his hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
"I know you are all worried about tomorrow's exam, but life cannot always be smooth sailing. On the path of growth, setbacks are inevitable. The key is how you face them. If you have half of Wushuang's mentality, how can the village not prosper?"
"It's him again!" Some students felt dissatisfied in their hearts.
Wushuang was born with high intelligence and unique talents, especially his eyes, as black as a waterfall, giving people a feeling that everyone else was an idiot.
He was cold and difficult to get along with, even lacking basic manners. Such a person was truly detestable.
The old man noticed the dissatisfaction in some students' eyes. After a moment of silence, he continued, "I know that when it comes to Wushuang, you may feel a bit unfair. His talents and abilities are indeed astonishing, but that doesn't mean you are destined to be inferior to him."
"Talents are important, but more precious than talent is diligence and perseverance. Even geniuses need to work hard; no one can achieve success easily."
The old man walked up to a few angry students and patted their shoulders gently, "Each of you has your own strengths and potential, which is the most crucial. Don't let others' excellence blind your eyes. Believe in yourselves and focus on bringing out your own strengths."
"Wushuang's achievements are admirable, but they should not be worshipped as an unreachable goal. You need to know that he was once a beginner, growing step by step. As long as you put in enough effort, one day you can stand side by side with him."
After hearing the old man's words, the students felt enlightened, and their previous grievances disappeared. Perhaps the teacher was right; there are no shortcuts to growth, only persistence can lead to success.
The students exchanged a glance, then stood up in unison, bowing deeply to the old man.
This bow was a sign of respect for the old man's wisdom and a promise to work hard for their own future.
The old man looked satisfied as he watched the students, nodding. He said, "Now, go and do what you need to do. Remember, on the road of growth, give it your all and have no regrets."
The students bid farewell to the old man respectfully once again, then left the academy in groups of two or three.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving the old man standing there, gazing at their backs for a long time. The students may still be immature now, but the old man knew they all had unlimited potential.
Then, the old man took out a healing gu, its appearance
The old man pulled out a small jade box from his pocket and gently opened the lid. Inside the box lay a small emerald green insect, about the size of a thumb, with a sparkling shine all over its body.
It was an ancient healing bug from the ancient times. It possessed a powerful healing magic, capable of saving lives and treating injuries. It was the most precious elixir in the world today.
The healing bug had an elegant spiraling body with thin wings on both sides. It curled up in the jade box with its eyes closed, emitting a faint green light.
"This is my cherished pet that I have carefully raised over the years. It possesses incredible magical powers," the old man whispered.
The old man recited a few incantations, and the healing bug slowly opened its mouth, satisfied after its meal, and flew out of the jade box. It hovered in the air for a few moments, emitting a warm and gentle glow from its green spiraling body.
With a wave of his hand, the healing bug flew onto the shoulder of Wu Shuang, paused for a moment, and then circled around his body.
As the green light descended, the previously lost skin slowly regenerated. Before long, the terrifying wounds had fully recovered.
The process of skin regeneration was not only painful but also extremely itchy. It was unbearable for ordinary people, but Wu Shuang, as a Vanquisher, did not even consider it as pain.
Throughout the process, Wu Shuang did not make a sound of pain. He only furrowed his brow and pressed his lips into a straight line.
The old man looked at Wu Shuang's back and silently admired him. He held an even higher opinion of Wu Shuang. This young man was truly exceptional, unparalleled in both character and talent. His resilience and determination were beyond ordinary people.
"Wu Shuang, you are the best in all of Southern Territory, whether it is temperament, talent, or in other aspects. The only flaw is that you always keep to yourself and never rely on anyone. This is very dangerous. You should think carefully about it. You are the future leader and should prioritize the collective," the old man said earnestly. He patted Wu Shuang's shoulder and continued, "I won't question what you've been up to today. I hope you remember this lesson."
As the old man was about to leave, the weapon bug in Wu Shuang's hand transformed into a sharp blade and pierced the old man's throat. He did not expect Wu Shuang to suddenly attack him. Caught off guard, he was stabbed through his throat by the blade.
"Spurt..."
Blood sprayed out, and the old man widened his eyes in shock. The knife was too fast, too sharp, and too ruthless!
He never imagined that Wu Shuang would suddenly attack him.
"You... how dare you... try to kill me..." the old man managed to say with his last bit of strength.
Wu Shuang did not say much, coldly glanced at the old man, pulled out the knife, and the tip of the blade dripped with blood, staining Wu Shuang's clothes.
With a thud, the old man fell to the ground on his back, blood flowing from his throat. His eyes were wide open, as if he had many things he wanted to say but never had the chance.
He took away the healing bug, or maybe it was originally his bug.
As a Vanquisher, Wu Shuang couldn't perceive the old man placing a body-snatching bug on him just now.
"Anyway, thank you for not letting my healing bug starve," Wu Shuang glanced at the old man and left.
Since the Demon Emperor had already returned to the world, the new Oblivion should also be coming. Wu Shuang had to go and find him/her.
