Chapter 3

However, an apology is impossible.

"Since they say I bullied them, do you have any evidence to prove it?"

"Could it be that the three of you have lost face and then come here to frame me?" Wen Wan looked at the crowd coldly.

That's how things are, and that's how it works.

However, the three bullies insisted that Wen Wan was the one who did it.

The three bullies came from powerful and influential families, and the teacher dared not offend them. Master Wen was also a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. He just wanted Wen Wan to apologize quickly and let the matter pass.

Now that Wen Wan has brought up evidence, none of them can produce any, and the group looks at each other in bewilderment.

"Master and those aunties, without any evidence, are demanding an apology from me based solely on their words. Isn't that a bit unfair?" Despite her seemingly well-behaved and adorable appearance, she looked at them with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"I have to go to class, so I can't keep you company."

Wenwan's logic was clear, and before anyone could react, she left the private room without looking back.

"This... this is truly ill-mannered." Madam Ma, the skinny man's mother, looked at Wen Wan's departing figure with displeasure, venting her anger on Master Wen, and said sarcastically, "It seems that the Wen family's upbringing needs improvement. Although we are not of noble birth, we are still respectable wives of officials. If your family does not know how to discipline yourselves, you can send us to our Ma family to be disciplined for you."

Master Wen was furious, but he didn't dare offend the three officials. He was just a businessman, so he could only repeatedly bow and admit his mistake. Before leaving, Wen Wan glanced at him, which made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

This little girl is getting bolder and bolder.

"If I remember correctly, the Wen family will be shipping a batch of goods by merchant ship, right?" Madam Jiang's words carried a clear threat.

Does evidence matter? All she knows is that her son was bullied.

"Before that, I will definitely make that little girl apologize to those young masters." Master Wen displayed his servility to the fullest extent, completely lacking the demeanor of the high and mighty head of the Wen family.

People generally bully the weak and fear the strong.

Not long after Wen Wan returned to the classroom, several bullies also returned one after another.

The crowd watched the three bullies with amusement, especially Jiang Tao, who had heard that his embarrassing incident from yesterday had been witnessed by many people, making him extremely ashamed.

It was as if the whispers of his classmates were right next to his ears, making him so angry that his face turned red and then pale. He glared at those people, especially Wen Wan, and wished he could devour her alive with a single look.

He must get his revenge!

Jiang Tao made a vow in his heart.

As soon as get out of class ended and the teacher left, Jiang Tao immediately went to Wen Wan's desk, overturned it, and looked at her with a smug expression.

The classmates who hadn't left yet were quietly enjoying the gossip in front of them.

The three bullies had been harassing people for quite some time, and none of them dared to step in to help, fearing they would get into trouble. They silently mourned for Wen Wan for two minutes.

The other two bullies rushed over to cause damage, spitting on the books and stomping on them.

Wen Wan looked at them as if they were clowns.

Just when everyone thought Wen Wan was about to burst into tears, she silently left her seat, walked to the seat of one of the bullies, and pulled his desk away right in front of him.

I can't keep this set of letters anymore. Although I don't need them, I can't be without them, can I?

The students watching inwardly exclaimed in admiration: "Truly brave!"

"You filthy slut, what are you doing pulling my desk?" Ma Fan shouted insults and tried to snatch the desk back, but Wen Wan kicked him.

"Your desk?" Wen Wan looked at him with a smile and pointed to the ground: "Isn't your desk over there? Your good friend Jiang Tao overturned it, and you even stepped on it twice."

No one expected her to say that.

"Wasn't she bullied by those three so much that she didn't dare come to the academy before? How dare she snatch Ma Fan's desk and even hit him now?" a classmate whispered to the person next to him.

"If they start fighting later, should we go and call the teacher?" another person asked with some concern.

"Isn't she afraid that Jiang Tao and his men will tie her to a tree again and let poisonous snakes bite her?"

Wen Wan cried her heart out, like a lamb being led to the slaughter, tied to a tree, with slippery venomous snakes crawling all over her body. She bit her lip tightly, afraid that a snake would crawl into her throat at any moment.

The scene terrified many students, but no one dared to help; everyone was still shaken.

Seeing that Ma Fan had been wronged, the other two bullies naturally wanted to seek justice for him and tried to pull the desk away, but found that they couldn't move it at all.

Wen Wan looked at them with a smile: "Jiang Tao, do you remember yesterday when they made you fall and then abandoned you and ran away? I heard you were so scared you lost control of your bladder. Now everyone knows, you're so embarrassing~"

Wen Wan deliberately spoke loudly, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear her.

"Shut up!" Jiang Tao, enraged, swung a scroll and threw it at her.

This scene was witnessed by a passing scholar who promptly stopped the farce.

We can't afford to have another problem arise before one has even subsided!

The Master was extremely worried.

Wen Wan had just stepped into her home when she was told that Master Wen wanted her to go to the ancestral hall.

Wen Wan rolled her eyes inwardly, knowing exactly what was going on without even thinking.

Her adoptive father is useless at everything, but he's number one in being timid and cowardly.

"I'm not going." Wen Wan refused directly without mincing words.

"Madam Wen is also here," the maidservant said cautiously.

Since Miss Wan fell into the water, she has become a completely different person, and now her servants dare not neglect her duties in the slightest.

Kneel down!

Upon arriving at the ancestral hall, Master Wen sternly ordered her to kneel down. Madam Xu watched with amusement, while Madam Wen anxiously picked her up and looked her over carefully, making sure she wasn't hurt before saying, "Wan'er, Mother asks you, have you made any mistakes at school?"

"Mrs. Wen, what do you mean? Are you implying that the master lied and wronged your daughter?" Mrs. Xu added fuel to the fire from the side.

Madam Wen ignored her, giving her daughter a sense of security: "Wan'er, tell your mother, and your mother will make the decision for you."

"Mother, do you know why I didn't want to go to school back then?"

Under Madam Wen's puzzled expression, Wen Wan recounted her original experiences to her mother. Even Madam Xu, who was listening in, felt a chill and covered Wen Ze's ears to prevent him from hearing it, not to mention how the person involved had endured it.

Sometimes Wenwan admired the original owner of this body. She said to her mother with an innocent look, "It was Father who deliberately kept it from you, that's why you didn't know."

"Wen Shaoheng!" Madam Wen was not only heartbroken for her daughter, but also trembling with anger. With red eyes, she angrily questioned Mr. Wen: "Wan'er was bullied, and you, as her father, not only did you not stand up for her, but you also kept it from your mother. Is this how you treat us, mother and daughter?"

"What good is it to have a useless, money-losing daughter? The Wen family isn't here to clean up her messes. Make her apologize to those three young masters tomorrow, or I won't let her off the hook." Old Master Wen shouted to cover up his guilty conscience, not admitting any wrongdoing. He turned and left without mentioning the matter of making Wen Wan kneel in the ancestral hall again.

The farce ended quickly, and in the end, only Madam Wen, heartbroken, held her daughter and cried for a long time: "Wan'er... my dear Wan'er, it's all my fault for making you suffer..."

"Mother, it's all in the past. Wan'er is not suffering now."

"Why...why didn't you tell your mother sooner, why didn't you tell your mother sooner...tell your mother..." Yes, what good would it have done if she had told her mother sooner? Besides feeling sorry for her, there was nothing she could do.

"I'm sorry, Wan'er, it's because your mother couldn't protect you and made you suffer."

"Mother, don't cry. Wan'er can protect herself now." Wen Wan raised her sleeve to wipe away her beautiful mother's tears.

She couldn't stand seeing beautiful women cry, but her mother was a crybaby, so there was just no way to deal with her.

"Mommy, let me tell you a secret." Wen Wan whispered in her ear, "Now Wan'er is the one bullying them at the academy. Wan'er is a cultivator now."

"What!?" Madam Wen looked at her in disbelief.

All cultivators are identified at birth and sent to the immortal sect for training. As a result, the family will receive the protection of the immortal sect. Many families will sell their possessions to raise spirit stones to cultivate a powerful cultivator. Only families with cultivators will not be bullied, and they take pride in this.

But Wan'er had already been tested, so how could this be?

Wen Wan shook her head uncertainly.

She shouldn't be considered a cultivator, but if she isn't, she can't explain the appearance of the scythe.

Mainly, she didn't want to see her beautiful mother worrying about her all the time.

With no one else around, Wen Wan simply brandished her sickle.

"Mother, it's protecting me." Wenwan nimbly swung the large scythe.

Madam Wen stared in shock at the scythe, which was even taller than herself. She couldn't understand how Wen Wan, who was so small, could lift it.

"Wan'er..." Madam Wen swallowed nervously, "Is this... heavy!?"

"It's not heavy, Mother." Putting away the sickle, Wenwan nestled into her mother's arms. "So Mother, you don't need to worry about Wan'er."

At this moment, Madam Wen was both happy and sad. She was happy that Wan'er had someone to rely on and protect her, but she was sad that Wan'er had become a cultivator and gone to the immortal sect, so the chances of the mother and daughter meeting would be fewer.

For several days in a row, Madam Wen did not allow Mr. Wen to see Wen Wan, nor did she tell him this great news.

...

Wen Wan arrived at the school early in the morning and found that the academy was unusually lively today, with many people gathered together to discuss things.

"Have you heard? The Third Prince has come to our academy!!"

"Really? Isn't the Third Prince a cultivator?"

“Absolutely true! My father said that the Third Prince’s birth mother is about to celebrate her birthday, so the Third Prince has returned. It seems he heard some rumors and is coming to our academy to look for her.” The person who said this was a fifth-rank official, so his credibility was very high. He proudly shared the information he knew.

"Wow!! The Third Prince is looking for someone?? Who is so lucky to have met the Third Prince?"

The students looked on with envy.

As a prince, he was already of noble status, and he was also a cultivator. The imperial family was not short of money, and they poured all kinds of cultivation resources into him. The third prince was also very promising. It is said that he was a cultivator with extremely high talent. At the young age of twenty, he broke the record and became the youngest Nascent Soul stage cultivator in history.

The last youngest Nascent Soul stage cultivator was 120 years old, a full hundred years later!

Therefore, the Third Prince became a key figure cultivated by the Immortal Sect, and even his father, Emperor Qingyun, had to give him some leeway.

Who exactly are these people from their academy that the Third Prince would personally come to find them?

Having learned all this, Wen Wan fell into deep thought.

In conclusion, this third prince clearly possesses the protagonist's aura.

No matter who the other party is looking for or what they are doing, she cannot easily offend them. She is still young, and the other party has power and strength, and could easily crush her. Hei Lian may not be able to protect her.

After a long day of classes, the three bullies, preoccupied with their own worries, came to cause trouble again while the teacher was away.

"You little bitch, you're dead today."

After making those harsh words, Jiang Tao immediately took action, pulling out a small knife from somewhere and stabbing at Wen Wan.

Seeing this, the other two were not to be outdone and took out knives to attack Wen Wan.

Little did she know that in Wen Wan's eyes, all of this was like playing house.

The next second, the three of them were sent flying by the scythe, the weapon gleaming coldly and pointing directly at Jiang Tao's neck.

"It's like throwing an egg against a rock." Wen Wan mocked Jiang Tao, who was trembling under the sickle, truly afraid that he would wet his pants again in the next second.

"You...you can't kill me." Despite his fear, the bully Jiang Tao remained defiant.

The sickle drew closer, and a trickle of red blood seeped from the neck.

Wen Wan looked at him coldly.

Still in shock, Jiang Tao suddenly burst into laughter, as if he was certain that Wen Wan wouldn't dare to actually make a move. He shouted loudly, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare! My father and mother will definitely avenge me!"

Who would make such a strange request?

Bullying classmates at such a young age with cruel methods, such people will only bring harm to the world if they are allowed to live.

Her only concern was her mother. If she killed him, she could simply leave this place with her mother.

Just as she was about to make a move, she was blocked by a burst of true energy.

Wen Wan quickly retracted her scythe and assumed a defensive stance, inwardly realizing something was wrong.

The cultivator, could it be that Third Prince?

Is he in cahoots with this bastard?

Jiang Tao was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder again. This time, his two friends didn't abandon him; they rushed over and helped him up.

"Wenwan...Wenwan, stop!" The teacher ran over breathlessly, startled by the sight of the sickle in her hand.

How come I didn't sense any murderous intent?

After putting away her sickle and greeting the teacher, she said, "Teacher, those three were the ones who attacked me with knives first. I was acting in self-defense."

"Master, he's talking nonsense. It was clearly her who bullied us," Ma Fan quickly denied.

"Your academy is quite lively." A man appeared at the entrance at some unknown time. He was dressed in noble clothes, had an elegant appearance, and leaned against the door with a smile on his lips, watching the crowd.

The teacher quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Third Prince, she is the one you are looking for."

No one knew who this "she" was.

But just now, it was clearly the Third Prince who stopped Wen Wan from making a move; otherwise, she really would have attacked.

Everyone knows this perfectly well.

The three bullies felt a glimmer of hope, believing that the other party had come to help them.

Wen Wan's inner alarm bells were ringing, and she was ready to be attacked at any moment.

Based on the amount of true energy she used just now, she definitely couldn't win; the only question is whether she could escape.

Wen Wan quickly racked her brains, trying to come up with a solution.

If things really come to a head, of the thirty-six stratagems, the best is to flee.