Sword King In A Women's World

After chatting casually, it was almost eight o’clock. Chu Qing was going to school and did not want his parents to be called. However, with him in this state, how could Ye Chenxi and Chen Huahua let him go in peace?

Chu Qing had no choice but to remove the gauze on his chest to prove that he was almost healed. The gauze was removed, and the wound that was initially the size of a bowl was so deep that the bones could be seen. At this moment, it had already grown flat and no bones could be seen.

The tender flesh covered Chu Qing’s chest. Miraculously, there were no scabs. If one looked carefully, one could vaguely see a golden light flickering. It was spiritual energy.

Ye Chenxi blinked. After confirming that she was not mistaken, she grabbed Chu Qing and asked, “Are you even human? It’s fine if the Oblivion Stream can’t kill you, but your recovery ability is actually so powerful?”

Chu Qing was speechless. He said gloomily, “Do you want me to be dead?”

“No.” Ye Chenxi shook her head and suddenly asked, “How did you prevent the Oblivion Stream from spreading?”

Other than the corrosive nature of the Oblivion Stream, the most fatal thing was that when the bullet entered the body, it would directly explode into a powder that spread in all directions. Once it spread to half of the body, even gods would find it difficult to save him.

If someone was struck by the Oblivion Stream, they would undoubtedly die unless the injured part was immediately removed. Unfortunately, the stream spread rapidly, making it difficult for many people to completely eliminate its effects. As a result, most of those affected would simply perish. The few exceptions were destined to spend the rest of their lives in a hospital bed, enduring the lingering poison it left behind. However, Chu Qing clearly did not belong to that group.

Chu Qing had clearly suppressed the spread of the Oblivion Stream last night. In other words, he had trapped the Oblivion Stream in his wound. Ye Chenxi really wanted to know how Chu Qing did it.

“Haha, it’s simple. Do you want to learn?” Chu Qing said as he put on his clothes.

Ye Chenxi looked suspicious. “It can’t be. No one has been able to develop a method to restrain the Oblivion Stream. If you really know how to do it, doesn’t that mean…”

Ye Chenxi did not finish her sentence because it was unimaginable.

“I really know how to do it. Do you want to learn?” Chu Qing said honestly.

“Are you willing to teach me?” Ye Chenxi felt a bit flattered. The value of this method must be significant. There was no need for further explanation.

“Okay, I’ll teach you later. I’m going to school first. Otherwise, I’ll be late.” Chu Qing patted Ye Chenxi’s shoulder and left in a hurry.

Finally, Ye Chenxi reacted. But when she went to see Chu Qing off, he was already gone. A sense of emptiness filled Ye Chenxi’s heart. This man, whom others admired, was someone she deeply idolized. It was the feeling of being captivated, perhaps.

As soon as Chu Qing went out, he called home to tell them that he was safe. Needless to say, at this time, his absence must have been discovered. He was inevitably scolded. His father threatened to beat Chu Qing up when he returned home.

Chu Qing had no choice but to act like an obedient child and admit his mistake humbly. He cursed the Martial Supervisor’s ancestors in his heart. After hanging up, Chu Qing realized that he was so nervous that he was sweating. One had to know that he wasn’t nervous at all when he met that Martial Supervisor last night.

When he arrived at school, the class monitor, Song Chaoran, came to collect his homework. Chu Qing didn’t even bring his bag, so how could he have any? He could only put on a smile and beg for mercy. “Class Monitor Song, I left in a hurry today and didn’t even bring my bag, so…”

“Cut the crap. Hurry up and hand in your homework.” Song Chaoran was a responsible person. How could she be fooled by Chu Qing’s words?

“I really didn’t bring my bag.”

“Really?” Song Chaoran was skeptical.

“Yes,” Chu Qing answered honestly.

“Get up, let me take a look,” Song Chaoran said as she moved her head closer to Chu Qing.

Chu Qing calmly allowed Song Chaoran to inspect his desk pocket. In a rush, Song Chaoran quickly glanced inside and confirmed that Chu Qing indeed didn’t bring his school bag. Then, she stood up abruptly as if there was a fierce beast lurking in Chu Qing’s desk pocket..