Xiahou Que's hands were freed, narrowly escaping death; without thinking, he turned around and fled, disappearing into the darkness within a few quick movements.
Wang Yan wanted to chase after him, but it was too late, and the person standing behind him made it impossible for him to use the Power of Demon Patterns again.
Helplessly, Wang Yan forced a couple of laughs, turned around, and awkwardly called out to the person behind him, "Hello, Xie, you're still up this late?"
It turned out that standing behind Wang Yan was Xie Xiaoxian.
Xie Xiaoxian looked seriously at Wang Yan, then at Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, and said angrily, "You students, out here fighting instead of resting at this late hour. Hmph, I don't need to look to know that you're definitely being jealous. Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, you both are good students, I'm really disappointed to see you ."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting had great respect for Xie Xiaoxian, and hearing her scolding—part of which was true, as the fight between Wang Yan and Xiahou Que was indeed over Beiming Xue—lowered their heads, not daring to respond.
After reprimanding Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting for a bit and seeing their regretful stance, Xie Xiaoxian's tone softened a little, waving her hand and saying, "You two better head back, and don't get too close with the male students. They all have bad intentions for you, and if you're not careful, you might suffer because of it."
Hearing Xie Xiaoxian say Wang Yan "has bad intentions," Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting dared not lift their heads but secretly glanced at Wang Yan under their eyebrows.
Both of them nearly burst into laughter inside: "Brother Wang Yan doesn't even dare to hold hands, yet he's said to have bad intentions. Brother Wang Yan is really wronged."
"Go back quickly, go back," Xie Xiaoxian kept urging Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting.
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Seeing Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting leave, Wang Yan quickly wanted to turn around and go.
Although he was fearless before Xiahou Que, Snake Soul, and others, he genuinely didn't dare linger in front of Xie Xiaoxian's righteousness.
However, just after taking two steps, Wang Yan was immediately stopped by Xie Xiaoxian's call, "Stop, where are you going?"
Wang Yan awkwardly replied, "Um... it's late, so I'm just going back to rest."
Xie Xiaoxian said with an iron face, "You didn't feel it was late when you asked a female classmate out at night? And now you think it's late. Come to my office, I need to give you a good lesson."
Saying that, Xie Xiaoxian turned around and indeed headed toward the teaching building.
Wang Yan had no choice but to obediently follow behind Xie Xiaoxian, not daring to disobey.
Once everyone was gone, the scene was a mess, except for some white silk burned to ashes on the ground.
If someone looked closely, they would find some sulfur and potassium nitrate powder among the white silk.
These powders were exactly what Wang Yan had taken from the chemistry lab, and they were also the true cause of the explosion just now.
At this time, Xiahou Que had already escaped several miles away, hiding in a dark corner.
His chest heaving, Xiahou Que was panting heavily, exhausted, yet he kept looking back to see if Wang Yan was following.
Once he confirmed no one was chasing him, Xiahou Que finally breathed a sigh of relief, only then feeling the intense pain on his wrists.
With that pain came an overwhelming hatred, which filled Xiahou Que's eyes with rage and turned them crimson.
"Wang Yan, just wait, I won't swallow this insult. I shall have my revenge—I will have my revenge!"
As Xiahou Que's hatred deepened, suddenly the black spider tattoo on his arm twitched, and his cultivation unexpectedly increased a bit.
Feeling his cultivation increase, Xiahou Que was overjoyed, blinking his eyes and pondering: Why did my cultivation increase when I hated Wang Yan? Could my hatred be enhancing my cultivation?
Thinking this, Xiahou Que gritted his teeth again, recalling Wang Yan with bitterness.
Sure enough, as his hatred reignited, the energy of the Demon Pattern increased again.
Xiahou Que was ecstatic, continuously fueling his hatred and even shaking his already broken wrists to intensify his hatred with the pain of fractured bones.
Xiahou Que's cultivation continued to rise, solidifying his realm as a Demon Master and gradually reaching the peak of the Initial-Tier Demon Master.
But once he reached the peak, no matter how much hatred Xiahou Que summoned, he couldn't increase his cultivation any further.
However, even so, Xiahou Que was beyond thrilled.
He seemed to forget the pain in his wrists, stood up, and laughed wildly, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, I've finally found a quick way to increase my cultivation—hatred. I'll keep growing my hatred to keep increasing my cultivation. One day, my power will surpass yours."
Thinking this, Xiahou Que swayed his body, swiftly leaving the place, and rushed into the distance.
At this moment, Wang Yan had already been brought to the office by Xie Xiaoxian.
The teaching building was deserted, only the light in Xie Xiaoxian's office broke the cold silence.
On the way back to the office, Xie Xiaoxian kept pondering how to reprimand Wang Yan, determined to ensure he would cease bothering Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting.
All along the way, Xie Xiaoxian had thought through what she intended to say.
So, as soon as they returned to the office, Xie Xiaoxian sat in her chair, gazing coldly at Wang Yan, trying to make her voice sound as harsh as possible.
"Wang Yan, do you realize how big a mistake you made?"
Before entering Xie Xiaoxian's office, Wang Yan had constantly thought of how to leave early. But as soon as he entered the office, he was immediately captivated by its interior.
Because he saw that Xie Xiaoxian's office was filled with books, and the walls were hung with calligraphy.
Wang Yan was immediately drawn to the calligraphy, his eyes fixated on the characters on the wall.
Xie Xiaoxian said two sentences, then saw Wang Yan standing by the wall, fully absorbed in the calligraphy, completely ignoring her words.
Xie Xiaoxian angrily said, "Wang Yan, are you listening to me?"
At this moment, Wang Yan, looking at the writing on the wall, said, "This is Zhang Xu's Four Ancient Poems."
Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaoxian was momentarily stunned, then forgot all about scolding Wang Yan, excitedly asking, "You recognize this script?"
Wang Yan nodded, saying, "These Four Ancient Poems by Zhang Xu, known as the sage of cursive script, I've copied countless times, of course I know them."
Xie Xiaoxian suddenly stood up, trembling with excitement, and said, "You've actually copied them, can you teach me?"