Seeing that all the teachers and students in the hospital were collectively poisoned and weak, Wan Chongyue was heartbroken and worried.
"House, Dean..." Guan Shaotang, Yu Guanyuan and other teachers looked surprised when they saw the Dean appear.
"Dean, you're okay, that's great!" Nan Huaiyi also breathed a sigh of relief.
If such a big thing happened in the college, there must be some evil people who are plotting evil.
If even the strongest dean loses his fighting ability, the college will be destroyed in an instant.
The appearance of Wan Chongyue also calmed the minds of the students.
What Tang Qiuling was thinking was that luckily Chen Xuan took the students out to practice and was not poisoned along with them.
Wan Chongyue walked into the cafeteria in three steps and calmed the students' emotions first: "Dear students, don't be afraid. Although this poison can temporarily make people physically weak and unable to circulate the ancient martial arts energy, it should not cause any harm.
Your life is in danger, just ask the teachers to detoxify you later."
In fact, Wan Chongyue also knew that this kind of poison could not be easily resolved, but as long as it did not kill people immediately, there was hope of detoxification.
After speaking, Wan Chongyue walked to the teacher's desk.
After He Zhiming entered the cafeteria, he did not need Wan Chongyue's support and followed slowly.
"Shaotang, Guanyuan, and all the teachers, how are you feeling?"
"Just like what you said, dean, none of us are able to exercise our skills." Yu Guanyuan replied in a weak tone.
Wan Chongyue nodded. The physical conditions of the teachers were as expected.
This poison is so powerful that even ancient warriors in the pulse forging realm cannot withstand it.
Even someone of his Gangqi realm level has had his strength reduced by 30 to 40%.
He Zhiming is a master of the ninth level of pulse forging realm, but he can only barely walk.
"Everyone should not continue to try to use energy to detoxify. In this way, the symptoms of poisoning are likely to worsen. Let several medical teachers think about what drugs should be used to detoxify." As the dean, Wan Chongyue was still in danger when the college faced a huge crisis.
chaos.
In addition to Chen Xuan, there are four other medical teachers in the college who were poisoned while eating in this cafeteria.
After hearing the dean's instructions, the four medical teachers looked helpless.
This colorless and odorless poison is so powerful. They have just been discussing what kind of strange poison it is in the ancient martial arts world, but they all have no clue.
Seeing this, Wan Chongyue's heart sank slightly, and he spoke again: "It seems that we have to wait for Teacher Chen to come back to detoxify everyone. I know my fate, please call Mr. Chen."
"Okay." He Zhiming took out his cell phone and dialed Chen Xuan's phone number.
Wan Chongyue looked at Yu Guanyuan and Guan Shaotang and asked a crucial question: "Which of the three of you is it for today's food inspection?"
"Teacher He is inspecting the food today." Yu Guanyuan and Guan Shaotang replied in unison.
Wan Chongyue frowned slightly when he heard this, and he suddenly thought of something wrong.
However, the next moment, Wan Chongyue felt an extremely cold breath coming from behind him.
A stream of extremely dark and cold ancient martial arts energy burst out instantly behind Wan Chongyue!
At the critical moment, Wan Chongyue, a master of the Gang Qi Realm, dodges slightly and avoids a fatal blow to the vital part of his heart.
However, a short thorn with a cold light still penetrated Wan Chongyue's left lower back.
"Bastard!" Wan Chongyue slapped He Zhiming behind him with a backhand palm like a turbulent wave.
However, He Zhiming had already dodged and stood ten meters away from Wan Chongyue.
Wan Chongyue pressed his left lower back with one hand and turned around in disbelief.
This sudden change shocked all the students in the cafeteria.
The head of the third grade, He Zhiming, unexpectedly attacked the dean, Wan Chongyue?
This is simply more surprising than the poisoning of teachers and students.
Because as we all know, He Zhiming has always respected Wan Chongyue very much and even regarded the dean as his father.
"Hahahaha! Old man Wan, you have been hit by my cold sting. I am afraid that your skill is only less than 20% at this moment!" He Zhiming laughed proudly, as if he had completely changed.
The third-grade students were the most shocked, because Teacher He was usually gentle with others, and it was impossible for him to sneer so arrogantly like now.
"Zhi Ming, why?" Wan Chongyue asked in shock and anger.
The old dean's heart seemed to be bleeding. He did not expect that the person he trusted most would betray him.
"Why?" He Zhiming suddenly stopped smiling, with a look of resentment in his eyes, "Old man Wan, have you forgotten the promise you made when you asked me to come to the college to be a teacher?"
"Zhi Ming, you should know that my vision is for the ancient martial arts world to become more prosperous and no longer have sectarian opinions. When the time comes, I will propose the techniques of each school and share martial arts, so that I can find a suitable one for your special physical improvement.
Realm skills, this is the promise I made to you, wasn't that why you agreed to follow me in the first place?"
Wan Chongyue's tone was full of pain, regret and incomprehension.
"After entering the academy, you have been the most exemplary teacher and a role model for the students every year. Could it be that you did all of this against your true intentions?"
"That's right, it just goes against your heart!"
When He Zhiming said these words, he didn't feel any shame at all.
"Do you think I'm really that stupid for selflessly dedicating myself to the college and the students? I, the Immortal Cihe Zhiming, am not a living Bodhisattva like you!"
He Zhiming said, shaking the short thorn with cold light in his hand. Before he entered the academy, his name in the ancient martial arts world was "The Immortal Thorn".
"My special physique is destined to endure inhuman pain in my meridians every night when I practice most of the ancient martial arts. It was you, Old Man Wan, who promised me to help me find a technique suitable for my physique. But now
Five years have passed! Five years! My cultivation is still stuck at the ninth level of Forging the Pulse Realm! I can’t make any further progress! And how far have you completed your blueprint? Fifty percent or 40%? Haha, I’m afraid not even 30%?”
"Just to improve your own cultivation, you poisoned all the teachers and students in the college, and you even didn't hesitate to attack me?" Wan Chongyue kept shaking his head, "I know, you are really confused. The people behind you are just using you, it's impossible
It’s really good for you. Now that you have found your way back, it’s not too late, so hand over the antidote!”
When He Zhiming heard this, the corners of his mouth curved up in a ridiculous way: "Old man Wan, you still can't understand my pain. Because of my special physique, the higher my realm is, the more severe the pain my meridians will bear, unless I advance to Gang Qi.
The situation can only be resolved! But for five years, you didn't help me break through. Do you know how I lived these five years?"
All the teachers and students stared with wide eyes as they watched He Zhiming state his true thoughts.
The more He Zhiming talked, the more excited he became.
"The pain I have endured in the past five years is a hundred times more intense than you, Old Man Wan, imagined!"
"Zhi Ming, I have been helping you search for suitable exercises and analgesic drugs. Half of the reasons for the college library and pharmacy are set up for you." Wan Chongyue spoke while secretly practicing exercises to heal his injuries.
