Chapter 8: Wang Dong'er's Confusion
Ji Lin looked at Mu En.
His breathing was still heavy.
But his eyes settled on him with steadiness.
After a brief moment, he opened his mouth.
After we return to Shrek Academy,
I have an order for you.
Ask the Spirit Guidance Department
to make a soul tool.
A soul tool that creates a variable gravity field around the body,
for the purpose of training the body.
I also want you to obtain
the Left Arm Bone of an Ice Jade Scorpion with an age of 70,000 years,
and the Ominous Soul-Devouring Knife
from the Star Auction.
The longest time you have to provide all of this is one month.
Use all of Shrek Academy's resources without restraint.
You must also purchase as many training resources as possible.
Mu En fixed his gaze on him.
Then said:
Understood,Young Master.
The soul tool began flying away from the far north.
As for Ji Lin, he sat cross-legged inside it.
Then slowly closed his eyes.
And silently examined his body.
Only then did he notice it clearly.
His injuries were healing quickly.
And the wounds were fading one after another.
As though they had never existed at all.
All of this was thanks to Hashirama Senju's body.
That body had granted him astonishing healing and regenerative ability.
And made his recovery happen at an abnormal speed.
As time passed, the soul tool continued its long journey back toward Shrek Academy.
Hours passed on the way.
And Ji Lin remained seated in his place the entire time.
Watching the changes inside his body in silence.
Until the effects of exhaustion began to ease a little.
And the sky outside the soul tool gradually began to change.
And when the return journey finally ended, the soul tool arrived at Shrek Academy.
After landing, Ji Lin did not stop for long.
He headed directly toward the student dormitory.
His steps were slower than usual.
Heavy.
But they had not lost their steadiness.
The cold had left his body on the surface.
But the effects of the past five days were still lodged in his muscles and bones.
And every movement he made reminded him of that clearly.
The moment he reached the dormitory, Ji Lin pushed the door open and entered.
He headed straight inside.
His movement was direct.
Without hesitation.
But the fatigue was still visible in his body.
He wanted to bathe.
And to change his clothes.
Inside, he found Wang Dong'er sitting cross-legged in his spot.
His back was straight.
And his eyes were closed.
He looked as though he were immersed in training.
Or clinging to silence more than anything else.
Ji Lin did not stop for long.
He closed the door behind him.
Then walked farther inside with heavy steps.
Quiet.
But every step clearly carried the weight of the past five days.
The cold that had entered the bone.
The pressure that had crushed the body.
And the exhaustion that still had not fully left him.
Then he raised his hand to his clothes.
And began taking them off piece by piece.
With natural calm.
As though the matter meant nothing to him at all.
Until there was nothing left on him but a pair of short shorts.
In that moment, the stillness of the room broke.
Wang Dong'er's eyelids trembled slightly.
Then his eyes opened.
And the moment his gaze fell on Ji Lin in that state, he froze in place.
Ji Lin's body was clear before him now.
The bare chest.
The taut line of muscle at his abdomen.
And the traces of hardship that had not yet fully faded.
A faint paleness.
And marks that rest had still not completely erased.
The image entered his awareness all at once.
Faster than it should have.
His gaze shook for a moment.
Then slid aside.
But that did not erase the impact of what he had seen.
Because the details had already settled firmly in his mind.
Heat rushed to his face at once.
Until his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned visibly red.
Ji Lin, meanwhile, remained calm.
Even when his voice came out, it was steady and firm.
Remember to wash my clothes after I finish.
From now on, the dormitory and my clothes are in your hands.
Wash them by hand.
Wang Dong'er's brows drew together immediately.
Displeasure appeared on his face.
But that displeasure was not pure.
It was mixed with clear tension.
And with a suffocating feeling that left him unable to keep his eyes fixed in one place.