Rules of the Strange: I Became a God in a Bizarre World Through Taoist Arts

The dormitory supervisor looked at Shen Xingzhuo with disbelief in her eyes.

From her perspective, it was as if Shen Xing, such a well-behaved child, had suddenly gone mad.

"What did you say?" the dormitory supervisor asked in a shrill voice.

Shen Xingzhu shrugged. "What I said isn't important; it's up to you, teacher, to interpret it."

The dormitory supervisor laughed in exasperation, pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, unfolded it, and shoved it in front of Shen Xingzhuo's face.

"Look at your grades!"

The dormitory supervisor looked heartbroken: "You used to be number one! And now? You're not even at the bottom of the class!"

"Your mom and dad sent you here so you could study hard!"

"Just look at them watching other children unlock new abilities one by one, while you just can't seem to learn no matter how hard they try! Don't your parents feel bad about that?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xingzhuo looked at the teacher with a cold smile.

"Since I was able to be number one at the beginning, it means there's nothing wrong with my abilities. My grades only started to decline after I came to the school. Shouldn't the teachers be reflecting on their teaching methods?"

Confucius said that teaching should be tailored to individual students; have teachers actually done so?

Shen Xingzhuo's words pierced the dormitory supervisor's heart like a thorn.

She was furious, and her forehead turned as red-hot as a branding iron.

Shen Xingzhu could feel the temperature in the cold, confined room rise for a moment.

The dormitory supervisor's glasses shattered with a "bang".

The lens shattered, leaving several marks on the dormitory supervisor's cheek.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her black pupils had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice.

Under the dormitory supervisor's cold gaze, Shen Xingzhuo stood ramrod straight, like a proud bamboo.

"The fundamental purpose of this solitary confinement cell is to wear down the students' spirits. Therefore, I only need to do the opposite... to break the oppressive effect of the solitary confinement cell on the students."

A faint smile appeared on Shen Xingzhuo's lips.

The dormitory supervisor now held a pointer, and with each movement, a whooshing sound rang out.

"I'm giving you one last chance. If you admit your mistake, I won't..."

Shen Xingzhuo met the dormitory supervisor's eyes.

"I don't admit it!"

Cracks appeared on the dormitory supervisor's face, and what overflowed from those cracks was not blood, but rather scalding lava.

The scalding liquid dripped onto the ground, scorching the stone slabs with tiny dents, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt metal and sulfur.

Shen Xingzhuo did not retreat. She stood still, calmly watching the strange changes before her, as if confirming whether the changes happening to the other person matched her predictions.

"What exactly are you?" Shen Xingzhuo asked.

The dormitory supervisor didn't answer. Her body had begun to deform; her features were pushed outwards from their original positions, as if stretched onto a layer of cardboard. The pupils in her eye sockets had completely disappeared, leaving only two black holes from which a dark red flame could be seen flickering. Her voice had changed; it was no longer the sharp female voice of before, but rather a deep, resonant echo, as if it came from a very deep place.

"You broke the school rules. Students who break the school rules will be disciplined."

When Shen Xingzhuo heard the word "deal with", his eyes darkened.

"Then let me ask you, after the treatment, is the person still a person?"

The dormitory supervisor didn't answer the question. Her body began to stretch to the sides, her arms becoming thin and long, hanging down below her knees, her fingers spreading out like twigs without joints. The pointer that had been in her hand transformed into a thicker, rod-like object covered with black veins, its edges burning with dark red flames, like an iron rod just pulled from a furnace.