ng Yu scread in agony, as did the other children. One by one, the staff mbers quickly entered and led everyone out of the Martial Arts Miniature World. However, they did not let everyone go back to their own hos but rather brought everyone to another place for centralized accommodation.
After all, everyone needed so ti to calm their emotions, didn't they?
In that place, there were Foundation Establishnt and Golden Core Masters maintaining order, with very comprehensive facilities. After all, too many things had happened in the virtual world these past days, and no one wanted anything more to occur.
ng Yu received special care, with everyone's attention focused on him.
In ancient tis, there was a fiercely loyal general who was slanderously accused of rebellion and then sent to prison to undergo severe torture. Eventually, he was proven to have been falsely accused. So, what would this general do about the matter in the future?
Of course, the only solution was to kill him.
Everyone was troubled about how to deal with ng Yu.
Instead of serving his ti, ng Yu had been practicing his swordsmanship in prison. No one could believe he was earnestly willing to "bring salt to the prison," could they?
There was a one percent chance that he was preparing to thrive within the Immortal Sect and then phenonally succeed, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and follow the path to success.
But the remaining ninety-nine percent chance was that he wanted to flee, and he was undoubtedly planning an escape!
Otherwise, why would he wait until the appearance of True Lord Bai Yang to show his real power?
After ng Yu demonstrated his power, everyone felt this young man was unequivocally gearing up to run away.
For ordinary people, the Immortal Sect is heaven, worth sacrificing everything for.
But for the geniuses of the Immortal Sect, they have many options, including studying abroad or starting a business in outer realms. When talent reaches a certain level, it's like birds able to fly at will.
The Immortal Sect offers a stable and peaceful environnt but also serves as a constraint. After all, once a genius reaches the outer regions, they can boast blond hair, party day and night—ah, no, they can access more resources, unhindered by rules, unlike within the Immortal Sect where they must reason and proceed step by step. And ng Yu...
These days, legal experts have been discussing ng Yu's future on television.
ng Yu's serious cris, tornting him for a thousand and twenty years, were repeatedly brought up because he refused military service, and hence he would not be released on parole within five years. This case involved the dignity of the law, so how many five-year periods does one have in a lifeti?
ng Yu comprehended the Sword Intent of Fire in prison and seed like an unrivaled genius, but those who knew the truth felt an imnse sense of regret for him.
The resources there were too common and scarce. ng Yu should have aid higher, practiced better sword techniques than the Fire Crow Sword Technique, especially after he later revealed even more formidable power, nearly causing everyone's eyes to pop out in shock!
Under such circumstances, reaching fruition surely wouldn't lead to gratitude towards the Immortal Sect at most, there would be no resentnt.
And this lack of resentnt, as one ages, would beco increasingly displeasing.
So, facing endless humiliation and torture, how much loyalty would the general locked in the prison still hold towards the emperor?
Especially considering he was an undefeated god of war!
Then tell , wouldn't ng Yu, treated in such a manner, harbor resentnt?
Furthermore, he would have to stay in prison for at least another five years, and then hundreds of years after that!
The laws of the Immortal Sect are patchworks with various flexibilities, but that does not an the upper echelons can act as they please. Otherwise, those from privileged backgrounds would always find a way to concoct excuses. But now, ng Yu's case had been thrown into the public eye.
Just like a bug.
Oh, and one more important point—if ng Yu were a good and obedient student, that would be one thing. The problem is, this guy is a brat!
If you treat him badly, he truly will bite back, and he might even bite your entire family to death.
His grandfather's family was the perfect example.
...
The children were all very excited.
"Alright, everyone, you'll be staying here for seven days, receiving guidance from psychologists. Then, you'll go back to your own hos and find your own mothers. Whatever happened in the scene, take it as a dream, since it only happened in the virtual world. No one is allowed to use it as an excuse to provoke or fight. Should it occur, you'll be severely punished without rcy, including criminal charges," Master Xue said, his gaze falling on the students who had been killed.
He, the staff, and the wooden puppets weren't teleported out. Instead, everyone was always in the Martial Arts Miniature World, taking care of the unconscious students.
The life-supporting equipnt on the scene ensured that they would be fine for dozens of days inside. But once they were killed, they quickly returned to the real world and then watched the competition below in surprise, terror, or discomfort.
What's all this about? Why weren't they told beforehand? And, if I had known this, why didn't I play the hero?
Everyone had their own thoughts. So were ashad to the point of wishing the earth would swallow them, so cursed those who killed them, so remained silent, and so began to craft straw effigies of ng Yu.
Indeed, most of the deaths were related to ng Yu, and the most absurd thing was that this guy beca a hero.
I'm more afraid of my brothers piloting flying boats than suffering. I care more about ng Yu, the big bad guy, gaining fa and glory than about being killed myself.
Of course, many people were very grateful to ng Yu.
All eyes were on ng Yu, making the bald ng Yu suddenly feel out of place. After all, he had grown his hair out in the virtual world, and now, back in a prison uniform with a shaved head, he had problems adjusting.
It was as if he were a big bad guy.
"Alright, for the next seven days, I will read the list..." Master Xue began reading the nas of those who had been executed—no, those who had been killed early or harbored resentnt toward ng Yu, as well as those who seed problematic. They were assigned to one area, while the rest, who were cheering and leaping with excitent, the over nine thousand cheering students, were placed in another area. An area for relaxation, joy, and casual play.
They were the final victors, requiring psychological counsel and were to be prevented from getting even more carried away. They would get seven days to enjoy themselves. After returning, they would be seen as heroes by everyone.
Facing strong opponents, never lowering their heads, standing firm, keeping true to oneself.
These were matters more important than victory.
This was the rhythm of youth in full swing.
Although everyone was later filled with fear and trepidation, now everything had cleared up, and they were back in the real world. What was there not to like?
You see, how are the news dia outside reporting about this class of students? How are they praising everyone?
"ng Boss!"
Soone shouted loudly, and then, more voices rose.
"ng Boss, ng Boss!"
Alright, the enthusiastic middle school students crowded forward and grabbed ng Yu, tossing him vigorously into the air.
We won!
We are still alive. It's wonderful!
Everyone would forever rember this unforgettable ti!
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