Chapter 8

It was time for the punishment to be carried out. After the hero returned to the dormitory, he fell onto the bed, feeling just as satisfied by playing the fool and trampling over the arrogant and foolish woman!

Those few guys only managed to avoid expulsion by leveraging their connections, instead receiving a probation, a deduction of five credits, and a major demerit.

The punishment for those annoying guys was still too light.

Thinking of this, the hero took out the old turtle, who was sleeping in his pocket, and asked for some green powder from him.

This green powder was called 'Flea Nourishing Powder,' made from human blood, and it had a fatal allure for fleas. The old turtle, in his spare time, specialized in concocting such nefarious things. He had a private storage ring that contained many such items.

According to the old turtle, the ring could hold enough to fill a small room. The hero was very interested in this magical ring and tried every trick to get it, but in vain.

Seeing the old turtle hand over the powder, the hero smiled in a very sinister way: "You're a great assistant, Old Turtle. It's up to you now. I'm just a fool, so it's not convenient for me to visit."

The old turtle understood and, with a hearty "Damn you," excitedly slipped out.

The old turtle had three major hobbies: constantly looking for opportunities to reproduce, concocting nefarious things, and using those things to trick people!

No one else noticed the sinister turtle shadow moving stealthily between the dormitories. The hero sprayed some white mist on his bed, which could repel fleas and keep them away.

Within a minute, all the fleas within a mile gathered in the nearby dormitories, hiding in the beds and clothes of those with a specific odor.

Not only did their toilet paper hide a pile of invisible fleas, but even the condoms in their backpacks were infested with two or three dozen fleas. The hero's face turned numb at the sight; the old turtle was truly a genius, even sprinkling the Flea Nourishing Powder in places the hero hadn't thought of.

After completing his task, the old turtle proudly crawled back into the hero's pocket to sleep.

At that moment, it started to drizzle, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of grass. The old turtle immediately poked his head out to look at the hero.

The Tianzhen Academy was nestled in the Tianzhen Mountains, and the scent of grass and trees was mixed with a fragrance that only cultivators could detect.

The fragrance of the grass and trees contained the essence of spiritual herbs! This was a fatal attraction for both the hero and the old turtle!

Without a word, the hero put on a pair of big pants, stuffed the old turtle into his pocket, and disappeared from the dormitory area unnoticed.

Ten minutes later, the hero's figure appeared in the valley.

The scent of the spiritual herbs was carried by the wind. Only after the hero practiced Daoist inner breath could he detect this faint scent; others with special abilities couldn't.

Following the wind for twenty miles, there was a huge pit, shrouded in thick mist.

A massive mansion stood on a fairy lake in the pit, with a plaque reading "Mansion of Creation" on the gate, and a faint Taiji pattern on the two doors.

This was a special sealing pattern: a time seal.

The night was deep, and the rain was drizzling.

The dormitory area was dark and silent.

A few minutes earlier...

On the rooftop of the first-floor teaching building, two students in school uniforms were discussing something. One of them was Dashi.

Dashi lowered his head and said to the fake student with a beard, "Master, I've disappointed you. I couldn't even crush a single bug."

The bearded fake student chuckled, "It's not your fault. They gave us the wrong information."

Dashi understood what the bearded man meant and said resentfully, "I also found today's events very strange. The organization's killer squad disappeared last night, and we couldn't even find their bodies."

The bearded man sneered, "Failure naturally means mysterious disappearance."

Then he changed the subject, "After this failure, things have gotten a bit out of hand. The woman finally contacted our organization directly and invited me over. She wants to crush the thorn in her flesh with overwhelming force."

Dashi understood the bearded man's meaning and waited for his master's instructions.

At that moment, the bearded man saw a figure slip out of the dormitory area. Recognizing his target, he was momentarily stunned and wondered, "What is that kid doing out in this rain?"

Then he patted Dashi's shoulder and said, "I'm going to follow the prey."

Watching his master leave, Dashi's eyes held a hint of resentment.

Since joining the organization, he had never received any guidance from this so-called master, even when he tried to please him.

The bearded man, of course, didn't care about the thoughts of such a lowly person. A few minutes later, he appeared in a forest. Seeing no one around, he tore off a human skin mask and put on another, extremely ugly one: a black spider mask.

In the darkness, no one could see her figure.

A minute later, several students in school uniforms with spider masks appeared in the forest, bowing to the woman with the black spider mask: "XX reporting to Black Spider."

In the Spider assassin organization, only killers who had awakened their abilities were worthy of the spider title. Different roles had different subordinates. Black Spider was one of the divisions.

Dashi was only an outer member of the Black Spider division and didn't even know the organization's name or that his master was a woman.

After everyone was gathered, Black Spider took a vial of blood and dripped ten milliliters into a blood tracker, which quickly showed the hero's movements.

The live face mask was no joke, even deceiving the blood tracker.

Black Spider led a group of killers with peak martial arts abilities deep into the mountains.

Finding her subordinates' movements too slow, she activated a speed-enhancing pattern in a gemstone button on her sleeve.

A mysterious force infused the killers' feet, and they moved like arrows.

At the entrance of a foggy valley, a man was hesitating, and that man was the hero. Faced with such thick fog and the darkness of night, who knew what lurked within.

But not entering would be a regret. The scent of the spiritual herbs came from within the fog. At the entrance to the fog-covered mountain, the scent was even stronger. With a year's experience with waste pills, he knew that a thousand-year-old ginseng king must be growing in the fog.

The old turtle even poked his head out and roared, "Damn it, get in there, a thousand-year-old ginseng king! I've only eaten a few thousand-year-old medicinal kings in my hundreds of years. My body is not even a tenth of yours. If you want me to work harder for you, you need to make me stronger. I want to eat a hundred ginseng kings and a thousand ginseng kings."

"Go to hell, you damn cat!" The hero picked up the old turtle and threw him far away like garbage.