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Chapter 145 Xuanzi Receives Punishment
Mu En watched Xuanzi quietly. He knew his old friend too well. He was incredibly strong and loyal, but he always seemed to lack a little something in terms of "meticulousness" and "composure".
This turn of events finally jolted him awake.
After a long silence, Mu En's voice slowly broke the stillness: "Xuanzi, your mistake nearly led to a grave error; this is a fact."
The leader bears the weight of lives and the future; a single misstep can mean the difference between life and death. Since you are aware of this, the Sea God Pavilion will not tolerate it.
He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Xuanzi's face, where he delivered his verdict:
"Effective immediately, Xuanzi, you are relieved of your position as Deputy Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion and removed from the list of successors to the next Pavilion Master."
"However, your dedication to protecting the academy and your years of hard work are not in vain. This time, you have prevented an irreversible consequence and shown the courage to repent and take responsibility. Therefore, your membership in the Sea God Pavilion will be retained."
I hope that from now on, you will think carefully and act prudently, transforming this remorse into concrete actions to protect the academy and mentor future generations.
"This Sea God Pavilion needs not only pillars to support the sky, but also a heart that can constantly reflect on itself and never forget its responsibilities. Xuanzi, you should take care of yourself."
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.
Xuanzi remained standing there, his shoulders slightly shrugged. After a long while, he bowed deeply to Mu En and the others, his voice hoarse and heavy:
"Xuanzi...accepts the punishment. Thank you Elder Mu...thank you all...for preserving my dignity. This instruction is etched in Xuanzi's heart and will never be forgotten."
He did not sit down again, but silently turned around and walked out of the gate of the Sea God Pavilion step by step.
……
After returning to the Spirit Pagoda, Brigitte went straight to Wan Shu's office.
"The true form of Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion is actually the Golden Tree."
She said calmly, "That golden tree has reached the level of a ferocious beast, yet it has not awakened any intelligence—it was planted by the sea god himself."
"What?!" Wan Shu rarely showed surprise.
As a plant-based ferocious beast, he naturally understood what this meant.
It was one of the top-tier plant-type soul beasts, yet it had been left here like an object for ten thousand years… He remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, “I never expected…”
Biji then informed Wanshu of the Sea God Pavilion's decision and instructed him to relay it to Ziji upon her return.
Then she said softly, "I need to go into seclusion to refine elixirs."
On the top floor of the Spirit Transmission Tower, in Biji's private alchemy room.
In the center of the room, an ancient bronze alchemy furnace stands quietly, its body engraved with intricate cloud patterns.
All around, jade shelves were neatly arranged with various rare medicinal herbs: the ancient ginseng was crystal clear, the Bright Flower radiated a soft glow, the Vine of Life was lush and green... each one exuded a powerful life force.
Princess Brigitte stood quietly before the furnace, her white robes fluttering even without wind.
She gently raised her hand, and dozens of medicinal herbs floated into the air, slowly rotating under the influence of her soul power.
Then, she extended her wrist, her fingertips condensing soul power into a thin blade, and gently slashed across her wrist.
The blood seeped out, but instead of falling, it transformed into wisps of blood that swam like serpents towards the medicinal herbs in the air.
The moment blood and medicine mingled, a dazzling emerald light burst forth, illuminating the entire alchemy room like an emerald palace.
"Go," Biji said softly, and all the materials were thrown into the alchemy furnace.
The moment the furnace lid closed, she formed a hand seal, and emerald green soul power surged out like a tide, completely enveloping the furnace.
The furnace body gradually turned crimson, and one could vaguely see the blood and medicinal herbs melting, blending, and purifying in the high temperature...
Time passed quietly. The life force within the alchemy room grew stronger and stronger, eventually condensing into a tangible pale green mist, within which specks of golden dust floated and swirled.
If a Soul Master skilled in healing were here, they would be shocked—the purity of this aura has surpassed the realm of ordinary life, approaching the "origin".
Three hours later, the alchemy furnace suddenly trembled.
The furnace lid opened by itself, and a beam of azure-gold light shot into the sky. Within the beam, a pill the size of a longan slowly rose.
The pill was crystal clear, with natural blood-red patterns and azure halos intertwined on its surface, pulsating slightly like a living thing, each pulsation creating a ripple of life.
Longevity Pill, complete.
Biji's face paled slightly as she took out a warm jade pill box and sealed the pill inside.
The moment the jade box closed, all the strange phenomena in the room disappeared.
At the same time, the Poseidon Pavilion is filled with a rare artistic atmosphere.
Li Ren spread Wan Shu's painting on the long table, and the elders gathered around to admire it.
There are no specific shapes in the picture, only flowing colors and light and shadow: deep green like an ancient forest and a secluded pool, light blue like newly sprouted leaves, with warm golden light spots like stars scattered among them, as if moonlight is shining through layers of leaves, or as if life is breathing in silence.
"Wonderful..." an elderly scholar specializing in botany exclaimed, clapping his hands. "This painting actually contains a trace of the original essence of plants. Looking at it is like drinking sweet spring water, bringing peace to the mind and spirit."
Moon gazed at the painting, a ripple of emotion stirring in his clear eyes.
He saw not only colors, but also the tranquility accumulated over time, the rhythm of countless plants coexisting, and the most primal and vibrant power and beauty of life.
"This Mr. Wan Shu is truly remarkable," Mu En said slowly. "This painting transcends mere technique and is almost a manifestation of the 'Tao'."
"I would also like to request a piece of calligraphy!" another elder couldn't help but ask.
Li Ren smiled and said, "Since everyone is in the same boat, why don't we go and visit them together tomorrow?"
Mr. Wan Shu is of a simple and unassuming nature, but he must be a hospitable person.
The elders all echoed in agreement.
The following day, the Spirit Pagoda welcomed a group of special visitors.
Li Ren walked at the front, followed by five or six elders, including Elder Zhuang, each carrying a carefully prepared gift box—containing treasured medicinal herbs, ancient books, or rare soul-guiding materials.
"Old Wan!" Li Ren greeted him with a smile from afar.
Wan Shu, who was sitting quietly under the tree, looked up and was slightly taken aback when he saw this group of people.
Several titled Douluo... He rose to greet them, cautious in his heart but composed in his demeanor: "Sect Master Li, I am sorry for not welcoming you properly, seniors."
"We apologize for disturbing you," said Old Zhuang with a cupped hand and a smile. "I was amazed by your paintings yesterday, and came to visit you today. I hope you will not find us presumptuous."
Wan Shu felt somewhat relieved and said gently, "You flatter me."
Since we're here to appreciate paintings, why don't you come with me to see some of my other humble works in the tower?
He led the crowd into the Spirit Pagoda.
Every few steps along the corridor walls hang a painting: some depict a forest shrouded in morning mist, with light and shadow blurring like a dream; others show vines under the night sky, with the silver moon casting its light like frost; still others are simply a blend of colors, yet they make one feel as if they can hear the forest breathing...
The elderly men walked around, stopping occasionally to gaze intently, sometimes exchanging hushed conversations, their eyes filled with wonder.
These paintings, though seemingly casual, are imbued with the deepest understanding of the life of plants. For these highly skilled Soul Masters, viewing the paintings is like cultivation, cleansing their minds and spirits.