Chapter 267: Demon God Of Knowledge And Truth
Looking at Liang Yongxin’s current state, his soul was basically just an empty shell, with his brain even atrophied like senile dementia.
What’s that saying? Even if cured, he’d still be drooling.
But that’s not the point; the point is the clue revealed by this.
Principal Liang Yongxin was not the mastermind behind the scenes, not even an Evil God Follower; he was completely and utterly a victim.
“What about the students? How are the students?” Wu Xian frowned and asked.
Zhang Mazi and the others reported: “They all look like they just woke up, completely unaware of what happened.”
“Hiss~” Wu Xian took a deep breath, “This Evil God is a bit terrifying. Sister Xu Lu, please have them temporarily control and isolate the students.”
“You mean, the students might have problems too?”
Wu Xian sighed helplessly.
Afterward, Xu Lu and Zhang Mazi and the others quickly mobilized personnel to take control of the entire Art Studio.
The Art Studio students still didn’t know what had happened and began protesting one after another.
Soon after, Cui Wenxuan and the Association Elders also arrived at the scene.
Regarding this wave of eerie events at the Art Studio, they were completely baffled.
At least from the current tests and investigations, the students showed no anomalies or problems; on the contrary, their Scroll Painting Level had seen some improvement during this period of “Drunk Life Dream Death.”
In comparison, the Art Studio’s school leaders and teachers had all become demented with their souls and brains drained dry.
“The other side seems to have no malice toward the students.” Cui Wenxuan said with a strange expression, “Could it be that they have a grudge against Dengfeng Dojo and just came to disgust Dengfeng Dojo?”
“If that’s the case, why not just destroy Dengfeng Art Studio outright, or kill the principal and teachers?” Wu Xian pondered: “Why go to such trouble?”
“This…” Cui Wenxuan fell into confusion, “Anyway, this matter is full of oddities, especially that bizarre Evil Power—truly unheard of and unseen before.”
Subsequently, the Association took full control of the Art Studio, continuing to observe the students’ conditions and launching an investigation into the mysterious Evil God Scroll Painter behind it all.
After returning to the Club, Wu Xian couldn’t help but feel worried.
No way around it—this incident was too strange, always leaving him with an unsettled feeling.
After some thought, he called Bai Shiqi and briefly explained the situation at Dengfeng Art Studio.
“Has your Dengfeng Dojo offended some powerful Evil God Scroll Painter?” Wu Xian inquired.
“What kind of talk is that? Which Dojo hasn’t offended an Evil God Scroll Painter?” Bai Shiqi shook his head with a smile, “Just didn’t expect an Evil God Scroll Painter to dare bully right onto my Dengfeng Dojo’s turf.
Brother Wu, rest assured; I’ll report to the Dojo side right away and have them send someone to investigate.”
Wu Xian was stunned speechless.
Yeah, Dojos and Evil God Scroll Painters were inherently enemies—what was there to offend or not?
“Could it be related to that Evil Scroll Painter you killed last time?” Wu Xian pondered.
“Probably not,” Bai Shiqi analyzed: “That Evil God Scroll Painter last time was clearly a lone wolf, and the Evil God Scroll’s power was quite ordinary too.”
“That’s strange then.” Wu Xian fell into thought.
Afterward, Bai Shiqi pulled up some information on Liang Yongxin and those teachers, sending it to Wu Xian’s phone to assist with the investigation.
Wu Xian skimmed through the information briefly and saw nothing amiss.
“Is Liang Yongxin and those teachers’ status in your Dengfeng Dojo really that low?” Wu Xian asked with a strange expression, “Not even proper positions?”
From the information, the Art Studio wasn’t even considered Dengfeng Dojo’s Industries; it was just riding on Dengfeng Dojo’s name.
It was controlled by some minor families from the bottom ranks of Dengfeng Dojo, and through layers of subcontracting at that.
Like those training institutions from his previous life that borrowed a Big Shot’s name, or some famous school’s co-branded “affiliated” elementary school.
Could only say that his past poverty had helped him avoid quite a few pitfalls.
“It’s an Art Studio, you get it.” Bai Shiqi smiled awkwardly.
Truth be told, if not for Wu Xian bringing it up, he wouldn’t bother with such a minor bottom-level matter.
“So, this matter actually has nothing to do with your Dengfeng Dojo.” Wu Xian said oddly.
Bai Shiqi chuckled, “Rather than looking for clues from Dengfeng Dojo, it’s better to start from those people’s personal grudges and interpersonal relationships.”
“Thanks!”
Wu Xian’s eyes flickered; Bai Shiqi’s words had reminded him.
Then, based on the information provided by Bai Shiqi, he conducted some investigations and visits, but found no effective clues.
By the time he returned to the North Street District Small Villa, it was already late.
Wu Xian released the Night Roaming God to scout the surroundings, always feeling like a pair of eyes had been watching him along the way.
“Am I imagining it?”
After the Night Roaming God’s inspection, there were no anomalies.
The next second, Wu Xian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Several wriggling texts suddenly appeared before his eyes; he thought it was an illusion, but the wriggling texts kept multiplying.
“Heh, has it set its sights on me?” Wu Xian’s face darkened, “Your Excellency, why not come out and meet? Why hide your head and show your tail?”
The wriggling texts before his eyes increased, unknowingly dragging him into a void Mental Realm.
Though Wu Xian felt his scalp tingling, the other side didn’t seem intent on eroding his soul and spirit.
“Who exactly is Your Excellency?”
Wu Xian took a deep breath and said gravely.
“Actually, we’ve met long ago, haven’t we?” A soft male voice came to his ear.
The surrounding Mental Realm’s space and time twisted, presenting the scene of Dengfeng Art Studio, with parents full of hopes for their children’s success gathering with their children, seemingly the scene from when the Art Studio was recruiting students back then.
The scene shifted to an elegant middle-aged man slowly picking up a water bottle from the ground and slowly handing it to him, smiling.
“Looking back now, not having the money to enroll back then might not have been a bad thing.”
Wu Xian stared blankly at the elegant middle-aged man before him, his pupils shaking, “It’s you—?!”
“Very unexpected?” The elegant middle-aged man asked with a smile.
“You you you…”
Wu Xian’s heart pounded wildly, the whole person plunged into an incredulous shock.
“Speaking of which, I have to thank you, little guy,” the elegant middle-aged man smiled, “If not for being expelled from the Art Studio because of you back then, I couldn’t have felt the Demon God’s call in my desperation.”
“Demon God?” Wu Xian was both shocked and doubtful.
The elegant middle-aged man neither confirmed nor denied, “The Demon God of Knowledge and Truth isn’t the Evil God you think it is—of course, you can think that way too; the great Demon God doesn’t care.”
“Not you… this…” Wu Xian couldn’t help but feel dazed.
His mind involuntarily recalled the scene of encountering this Art Studio teacher by chance in an Other Dimension Instance back then—a low-level Scroll Painter burdened with family expectations but limited in ability.
“As for Liang Yongxin and those guys, I just helped them complete what they were supposed to do, didn’t I?” The elegant middle-aged man said unhurriedly.
Wu Xian fell silent; the whole matter suddenly made sense.
“Your Excellency came to find me today just to tell me these things?”
“Of course not,” the elegant middle-aged man smiled, “I came to find you because I sensed the aura of Truth on you. Rest assured, I mean you no harm—and besides, I might not even be your match now.”
“The aura of Truth?” Wu Xian showed doubt on his face.
The elegant middle-aged man neither confirmed nor denied, “Don’t you think this world is very strange?”
“…” Wu Xian was silent.
“You and I are both walking the path in pursuit of Truth; it’s just that our routes are a bit different.” The elegant middle-aged man smiled, “Oh right, before I go, a reminder: go take a look at the Crematorium when you have time.”
