Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

The dim light from Qin Xin’s phone screen could illuminate only a small area.

But even within this tiny range, everywhere she looked was blood, all blood.

Qin Xin endured the discomfort that made her want to vomit, slowly moving and scanning around, only to find every place she looked, an expanse, was all dark, dim blood.

Moreover, it wasn’t spilled on the floor; it was gathered in a medium-sized pool.

This was a blood pool!

Ding Yu and the tattling senior died in the blood pool.

This situation was too bizarre.

Qin Xin instinctively lifted her foot to leave, but for a moment, it was grabbed.

She looked down and saw a bloodless hand clutching her heel, holding tight; it was Ding Yu’s hand.

”You’re not dead?”

Qin Xin frowned slightly.

Looking down, Ding Yu’s ”corpse,” originally lying on the ground, barely lifted her pale-as-paper face: ”Lan Qingxin... you... you came here... to compete for, for the mentor, didn’t you?”

Qin Xin was speechless: ”A dog always thinks others will fight it for shit.”

Ding Yu: ”You, don’t deny it, you always oppose me, take what’s mine, but this time... in the end, I still won you... hehe, mentor said, by soaking in this pool, we will gain supreme spiritual power, we’ll... cough, cough, cough...”

She struggled to breathe, taking ages to catch her breath after each sentence.

Qin Xin looked at this woman who remained oblivious even at death’s door with humor and anger: ”Things truly meant for you can’t be taken away. Whatever can be taken wasn’t yours to begin with. Rest assured, I won’t compete with you for the chance to die foolishly; enjoy your soak here and wait for your spiritual power to ascend. But I’ll remind you, I’m curious how you’ll ascend with no legs.”

Ding Yu was stunned, held her breath, and tried to move her legs.

But below her knees, there were only empty pant legs.

Her legs had dissolved in the blood pool...

She belatedly realized something was wrong: ”My legs, where are my legs?”

Qin Xin was indifferent to her, only coldly asking, ”Where is the Seventh Elder?”

Ding Yu was already somewhat panicked: ”M-my mentor said he’d return in two hours, check our spiritual power progress. What’s the time now? Quickly, tell me the time!”

Qin Xin calculated, the Twelve Elders left the celebration platform at about five in the afternoon.

Bringing Ding Yu to the passageway should be before six.

So in two hours, it’ll be before ten.

The time should be about right.

Could it be that the Seventh Elder will return to check Ding Yu’s progress in merging with the blood pool?

This blood pool can completely dissolve a person, right?

So, the so-called Blood Woman...

Might be one of the sources of material for the blood pool?

The coldness in Qin Xin’s heart grew stronger; she shot a cold glance at Ding Yu: ”Better pray he comes late, so you can linger for a few more minutes.”

Ding Yu: ”You, you stop spreading fear, you ugly woman, you’re clearly jealous of me! Jealous of my first place, jealous of my beauty, jealous of the man I married, jealous I can be apprentice to the Twelve Elders, jealous of my chance to boost spiritual power...”

Too noisy.

About to die, yet so chatty.

Wouldn’t it be better to die quietly?

Annoying.

Qin Xin glanced at Ding Yu speechlessly.

”In that case, let me enlighten you for your death.”

Qin Xin removed the hood from her student black robe, revealing her full face—