Chapter 94: Worst Situation!
Translator: Ash Editor: Geoffrey
Head instructor Hei Mianshen unsteadily charged his way into the office and had even failed to knock on the door as he crashed right through the door.
"Bastard!"
Zhao Shude, who had been holding in his anger for the past hour, finally erupted. The blue veins at the back of his hand were completely visible as he forcefully smacked his palm on the table, causing the huge office desk carved in redwood to break into pieces.
Zhao Shude jumped right out of the chair, grabbed Hei Mianshen's collar, and angrily shouted, "Of all the ti you could’ve done this, why are you doing this now!? Can the situation even get any worse!? The worst of all has already occurred, or is there still sothing left!?"
Although Zhao Shude was not a battle-type cultivator and had suffered serious injuries in his youth, in the end, he was still a fierce cultivator at the peak level of the Refinent Stage. As he stared at Hei Mianshen, the temperature in the office suddenly dropped by a few dozen degrees.
Everyone's face went blue; they all started shivering as a layer of white frost had seemingly covered their entire body.
And Hei Mianshen, whose collar were tightly gripped by him, was so scared that he wanted to cry. Only after shivering for a good while was he able to speak and that too with a crying look, "Principal, sothing big has truly happened. You... you need to quickly take a look. So people have surrounded our school!"
"What? Who is so bold that they would even dare to surround our Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School? Don't they know that our school is a division of the Crimson Nimbus Sect!?"
Zhao Shude was fuming in anger; his pair of eyebrows interlocked as he frowned in anger. It appeared as if so aura surged forth from every one of his 36,000 pores and lingered around his body!
Hei Mianshen stamred, "It's... it's a whole crowd of soldiers..."
"The military?"
Zhao Shude's anger had reached its maximum. "We only kicked out a student, is there a need for the military to intervene? Our Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School is a private school. How we deal with our students is our private matter, so why is the military stepping in? Is there any justice left in this world? What happened to all the laws? Do they think that our Crimson Nimbus Sect doesn’t have anyone in the army?"
Hei Mianshen swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and said, "Principal, I didn’t finish speaking. They’re not active duty soldiers… All of them are veterans—all of them are mbers of the Disabled Servicen Association!"
"What!"
Zhao Shude was frightened out of his wits. He imdiately sent Hei Mianshen flying into a corner with a kick and stumbled his way to the window. As he opened the window, he saw a dense crowd of over a thousand soldiers dressed in black military uniforms standing at the entrance of Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School. A chilling terror crept over the entire campus.
Looking carefully at these soldiers...
These soldiers didn't have epaulets on their uniforms. Furthermore, the color of their uniforms had faded due to having been washed over a long ti. There were so soldiers whose uniforms were dated back to a few decades ago and had been worn out from the washing. A few holes could even be seen on the uniforms which had been subsequently patched up; the uniforms were completely shabby. Occasionally, one would be able to find a young soldier amongst the group of soldiers.
No matter if they were an old soldier with white hair or a young soldier, they all had one thing in common—they were either missing an arm, or a leg, or were blind, or so other part of their body. Every single one of them was fitted with spiritual prosthetics. They leaned on crutches, sat in wheelchairs, and many even had to cough for a long ti just to take a few steps; they looked as if even a light sneeze could blow them away.
However, when they were not coughing, they would stand straight like the pines that grew on the cliffs and precipices!
The group of over a thousand disabled veterans did not speak a single word. Like over a thousand ghosts, like over a thousand tombstones, they quietly stood at the entrance of the Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School as a strong stench of blood lingered around them.
A murderous air had enveloped the entirety of the huge campus, causing many students and their parents to shudder in fear. Those who were more timid didn’t even dare to make the least bit of noise!
The number of disabled soldiers was constantly increasing. After receiving the notification from the Disabled Servicen Association, thousands of ordinary-looking, middle-aged n and old n with missing body parts stretched out their trembling hands and rummaged through their drawers, looking for their black military uniform which they had once worn in the past to so campaign before putting it on with difficulty
Once they were dressed in the military uniform, they no longer trembled nor were there any instability in their movents. On the contrary, they raised their head high, stuck out their chest, walked out of the house in large strides with a fierce glint in their eyes. Step by step, they neatly marched their way to Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School as if they have once again returned to the battlefield—as if they were not marching to so school but advancing to so hill which had been occupied by Demon Beasts!
It seed as if no one would be able to stop their advance.
In just half an hour, over three thousand disable veterans had already gathered at the entrance of the Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School. And yet, thousands of disabled veterans were still firmly advancing towards the entrance like black streams that eventually converged into the sea. They seed as if they wanted to completely swallow Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School.
The denizens of Floating Spear City soon discovered this anomaly.
From the bottom of their hearts, the Federation citizens held these disabled veterans in high regards. Very soon, a passerby on the road asked, "Sir, where are you going?"
The disabled veteran who was asked was already 130 years old. His head was full of white hair and wrinkles upon wrinkles covered his face to the point where his facial features could hardly be discerned.
The military uniform he donned was once in fashion a long ti ago in the past; however, it was now covered in patches upon patches. His chest was adorned with three shining dals while his left sleeve was dancing along the rhythm of the wind.
This elderly man also had so problem hearing. Only after identifying the source of the voice and carefully listening to the passerby as he asked the question again did he understood.
The elderly slightly smiled. As a majority of his teeth had already fallen out due to his age, the air seed to be leaking when he spoke, making it difficult to discern what he was saying. Yet, the passerby could not help but shudder due to the bloody aura lingering around him. "I want to help out a little brother from the association—to seek justice for him," the elderly brushed his black military uniform and calmly said.
"What?" All the onlookers were shocked to the extre.
Disabled veterans were the most respected bunch in the federation, and the Disabled Servicen Association was the most close-knit organization. It is one of the organizations in the federation on whose bad side you don't want to get on. Many in the association had done ritorious deeds and had even bled for the federation, and many in the association were strange and powerful old fogies who had suffered serious injuries to do so. Whether it was in the military, among the civilians, or even in various sects, they had so very deep connections. All kinds of social and political figures were involved. One could say that they had a direct connection to the heavens.
Much to everyone's surprise, there was actually soone so audacious that he even dared to provoke the Disabled Servicen Association?
"Who is so bold that they even dare to provoke the Disabled Servicen Association?"
"Yea, the federation’s army is busting their asses off in the front lines to fight against the Demon Beasts, shedding blood and laying down their lives. They had to pay a steep price to maintain peace for the entire federation. Who would be so blind that he even dares to bully the disabled soldiers?"
"Everybody, let's go take a look. Perhaps sothing big is about to happen!"
Dialogues similar to these could be heard in the streets and alleys of Floating Spear City.
In just a mont, every single disabled soldier was followed by a long tail of civilians. And when they arrived at the entrance of Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School, the huge campus had already been completely surrounded. The gathered people were no less than seventy to eighty thousand.
Zhao Shude stood dumbfounded in front of the window like a wooden chicken as he watched the dense crowd of people garbed in black uniforms.
Even if he was an expert at the peak level of the Refinent Stage, he was still deeply terrified of the cold, murderous aura emitted by the group of over ten thousand disabled veterans. All 36,000 pores on his body were blocked, and his spiritual energy was completely frozen.
"Why? W-why is this happening?"
Zhao Shude wracked his brain, yet he still couldn't understand. What had he actually done to offend the Disabled Servicen Association? What had he done to cause them to create such a big scene?'
At this mont, an extrely sturdy beam of light shot out from the black crowd before it took the form of a dozen ter tall transparent human figure in the sky. The figure took the form of a middle-aged soldier with a scar on his face. He was the president of Floating Spear City's Disabled Servicen Association—Zhao Xinglang. He was also the soldier who Li Yao had seen in the First Hospital when he woke up.
Like a war machine purely driven by spiritual energy, the expression in the eyes of Zhao Xinglang was extrely cold, much like the way he spoke. "To the managent of the Crimson Nimbus Second Senior High School, listen clearly. We are the mbers of Floating Spear City’s branch of the federation’s Disabled Servicen Association. We have gathered here today because we all want to ask your school one question."
"Student Li Yao is a mber of our Disable Servicen Association who was granted the status of Class 1 Disabled Federation Serviceman. We wanted to ask: why was a disabled soldier forced to leave your school? Or do you not care about all 63 million disabled soldiers in the federation?"
"We have long wanted to ask this question, but us people from the Disabled Servicen Association are reasonable people. We are convinced with reason—If the reason you have suspended Li Yao from school or made him quit was due to his body truly not being suitable for learning and cultivation, then we have nothing to say."
"However, Student Li Yao had just obtained the title of 'Floating Spear City's Champion of the College Entrance Examination'. In other words, his injuries weren't serious to the extent that he was unable to cultivate. We can't help but want to ask: for what reason did you force him to drop out of school? Or is it really as the news says? Did the school managent intentionally target him?"
"All of us, the 13,255 disabled veterans of Floating Spear City’s branch, have gathered solely for this. We are waiting for your school's reply. Don't worry, we won't rush inside or break any laws. We will just stand here as we wait for you to give a reasonable explanation!"
Once these words were spoken, the public bursted into an outcry.
Along the way, no matter how much the onlookers asked, the veterans kept their mouths shut. Only at this mont did the onlookers understand that this was related to Li Yao.
Much to everyone's surprise, the "Fleeting Fiend Star
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