Chapter 58 Wang Dong, you might have been cursed by bad guys! Let your teacher take a look!
And at this moment...
Tang San naturally couldn't tell Xiao Wu about the dark concerns he harbored in his heart.
After all, in Xiao Wu's heart, he has always been the perfect third brother who would do anything for his family.
If she knew that she had placed such a restrictive constraint on her daughter's growth in her mind, and was even afraid because of her own pride...
Tang San simply couldn't imagine the consequences.
So at this moment, after hearing Xiao Wu's concerned words, he could only suppress the panic in his heart and force a stiff smile.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his tone, and tried to appear calm and composed: "Don't worry, I'm fine, Xiao Wu."
Tang San reached out and gently stroked Xiao Wu's soft, long hair, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
"I'm just... a little worried about my daughter."
"After all, she is our child in another world. Seeing her fall behind for unknown reasons despite being so outstanding, it's hard for me, as her father, to feel a little bad."
"Never mind..." Tang San sighed, turning his gaze back to the sky.
"Let's wait and see; perhaps things aren't as bad as I think."
The naive Xiao Wu couldn't find any fault with Tang San's seemingly perfect words.
Looking at the man before her, who was working tirelessly for the divine realm and now worried about his daughter, she felt a deep pang of heartache.
She thought Tang San was blaming himself for not taking good care of his daughter, so she took his hand in return and gently comforted him:
"Third Brother, don't blame yourself. As an enforcer of the divine realm, you have to deal with so many complicated matters every day. You've already worked hard enough to maintain order in the divine realm."
"You've been so good to us, mother and daughter. You're the best husband and the best father in the world. What happened to Xiaoqi might just be an accident, so don't worry too much."
Hearing Xiao Wu's heartfelt praise and comfort, Tang San's heart trembled slightly. A strange sense of guilt flashed by, but it was quickly overshadowed by a stronger desire to protect himself.
He didn't say much, but silently pulled Xiaowu into his arms, letting her head rest against his chest, as if this could cover up the wildly beating, uneasy heart within him.
However, the scene in the sky did not stop because of this little episode in the divine realm; it continued to play mercilessly.
[In the scene, the atmosphere in the classroom appears somewhat heavy.]
Bai Zhouyi's inquisitive eyes were quietly fixed on Wang Dong, awaiting his answer.
Wang Dong felt a little uncomfortable under their gaze. He lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and a hint of struggle and helplessness flashed in his pinkish-blue eyes.
Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his hand and awkwardly scratched his smooth, light blue short hair.
"Um...Teacher Zhou."
"Actually... you're right, I do have a problem that I haven't been able to solve."
"Troublesome?" Bai Zhouyi raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling him to continue.
Wang Dong sighed, pointed to a small soul-guided soul power testing device in the corner of the classroom, and said with a wry smile, "Although I know this sounds ridiculous, I... I don't think I can really use those soul-guided devices."
"Can't use it?" Bai Zhouyi was even more puzzled, a hint of confusion appearing on her usually gentle face. "What do you mean? Is it that you don't know how to operate it? Or... are those soul tools broken?"
She glanced back at the terminal on the podium. "The backend data shows that the advanced training pods in your dorm are all operating perfectly; there are no reported malfunctions."
"No, it's not a problem with the equipment, it has nothing to do with that," Wang Dong quickly waved his hand to explain, his expression becoming even more bitter. "It's...it's my own problem."
He took a deep breath and said weakly, "I don't know why, but from childhood to adulthood, whenever I encounter a soul tool, or try to use it for cultivation..."
"A sense of irritability would inexplicably well up inside me, even a kind of instinctive resistance and disgust."
Wang Dong recalled that feeling, his brows furrowed tightly.
"If I force myself to suppress these feelings and use the device, I soon start to experience headaches, nausea, and even mental confusion... It's like something inside my body is rejecting them."
"So after arriving at the academy, although I knew that the soul tools Elder Xuan gave me were good things, I was also envious of everyone's cultivation speed..."
"But I really tried many times, and each time I couldn't last even ten minutes before I had to give up, and then it would take a long time to calm down that nauseous feeling."
As he finished speaking, Wang Dong's voice grew softer and softer, clearly showing both shame and helplessness regarding his "strange illness."
Wang Dong's words were transmitted throughout the entire dark world through the sky.
All the Soul Masters were shocked.
"Such a thing exists?!"
"Feeling nauseous and getting a headache whenever I touch a soul tool? What kind of strange problem is this? Is it a soul tool allergy?"
"No wonder! No wonder Huo Yuhao spent day and night in the Soul Guidance Training Chamber in the Sky, while Wang Dong never went in!"
"There were occasional scenes of Huo Yuhao passing by Wang Dong's dormitory, and Wang Dong was always meditating on his bed. I never saw him touch those high-tech gadgets."
"Oh, so that's the reason!"
Now, all the previous doubts have been resolved.
It's not that Wang Dong didn't work hard, nor that he didn't want to use it, but that he simply "couldn't use" it!
But as the doubts were resolved, an even greater chill crept into everyone's hearts.
"But... what the hell is this?" An experienced old Soul Master frowned and muttered to himself.
"While there are individual differences among Soul Masters, I've never heard of anyone experiencing such a physiological aversion to Soul Tools. This thing isn't poison, so how could it cause nausea and headaches?"
"Isn't this kind of thing a bit too bizarre?"
"It doesn't feel like an illness, it's more like... someone has tampered with it?"
...
The dark world, the realm of gods.
The cold sweat on Tang San's forehead had gathered into beads and slowly slid down his cheeks.
Even though he had secretly evaporated some of it with his divine power, the constant flow of sweat still betrayed his extremely tense state of mind.
"Damn it... damn it..."
Tang San cursed wildly in his heart.
As he had guessed, things were unfolding, and were even sliding step by step into the abyss he least wanted to face!
Wang Dong personally admitted to his rejection reaction to the soul tool, and described the symptoms as irritability, resistance, headache, nausea...
Each word was like a heavy hammer, striking Tang San's heart hard!
Because this was precisely the "punishment mechanism" he set up when he initially placed that divine thought restriction!
Whenever her daughter tries to touch the soul tool, her divine sense will stimulate her mental sea, creating negative emotions and physical discomfort, thus forcing her to give up!
"This can't go on... Please don't investigate any further..."
Tang San's hands trembled slightly inside his sleeves. If he could, he would rush into the sky right now and shut Bai Zhouyi up, or cut the scene off!
However, there was nothing he could do.
He could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yi, dressed in white, made a decision that filled him with despair in the sky.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
After hearing Wang Dong's description, Bai Zhouyi didn't find it absurd or think Wang Dong was making excuses, unlike most people.
Instead, her expression became unusually serious.
[As a senior teacher at Shrek Academy, although she appears gentle, her knowledge and experience are definitely not shallow.]
"I've never heard of this 'soul tool rejection syndrome' before..." Bai Zhouyi murmured softly, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, gleaming with wisdom.
"If it were psychological, it wouldn't trigger such a severe physiological reaction."
"If it's a health issue, previous medical checkups have never detected anything abnormal in you..."
Bai Zhouyi slowly walked down from the podium and approached Wang Dong.
She extended a jade-like hand and gently placed it on Wang Dong's shoulder. Her tone remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
"Wang Dong, this matter is very strange."
"The teacher suspects... you might not be sick."
Bai Zhouyi's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, were fixed on Wang Dong's eyes. "These symptoms are more like being cursed, or... some kind of mental restriction!"
"Don't move, let me check your mental state."
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