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Chapter 47: Headmaster Old Silver Coin
Chapter 47: Headmaster Old Silver Coin
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In the early morning, Fang Che walked into the Martial Academy.
He received countless gazes.
Whether from seniors or peers, he was already a well-known figure in the academy.
Especially his signature Golden Shadow Cloak, which was now recognized by everyone.
From afar, the elegant fluttering of his robes and the fleeting starlight reflected by the sun all indicated one thing: Ah, Young Master Fang has arrived!
As Fang Che walked, everyone followed him. Fang Che had a gentle expression and was very polite, walking toward the arena with everyone.
While walking, someone suddenly asked, "Fang Che, do you feel good after killing Xi Men Xuri?"
This person was smiling, as if joking.
Fang Che stopped, turned to look at him, and his eyes instantly turned Cold.
The cold gaze made this person feel uneasy, and he forced a laugh, "I was just joking..."
Fang Che said coldly, "If one day I kill you, I will answer your question!"
This person immediately became embarrassed, then turned angry, "It was just a joke, do you have to take it so seriously?"
Fang Che raised his head, looking down at this person from above, his voice was calm but carried a strong sense of oppression, "Sorry, I never joke. Please don't joke with me in the future! I can't afford to joke."
This person's face turned pale and red, and he suddenly snorted, "What's so great about it!"
He turned and walked away.
Fang Qingyun advised, "Why bother, it was just a joke, nothing wrong with being more gentle, being too sharp will get you into trouble."
Fang Che, while walking, "Brother, that's exactly what I wanted to say. Being more gentle is good, but one must have sharpness and temper."
"If you're always gentle, others will act without restraint in front of you. They might even make jokes without limits."
"But if you show sharpness and let others know you have a bad temper, at most, they'll only say a few bad words behind your back. But in front of you, they won't dare to act recklessly because they know you have a bad temper and won't tolerate it!"
Fang Che said seriously, "Brother, you're too gentle, and your temper is too good, you'll suffer for it!"
Fang Qingyun was stunned.
Thinking about the education he received, which was: "Do your best, be a good person, don't cause trouble, don't make mistakes, be kind to others, and you will be rewarded..."
And indeed, he had lived by those principles.
So he had a large group of friends, but upon reflection, did most of them respect him, or did they ever show respect?
Those who had been treated well by him, had anyone ever given back?
Instead, they gave their specialties to those at the top of the class, who didn't care much for them.
And those at the top of the class took their gifts as if it were natural, and even looked down on him.
And he, who had contributed the most and gotten closest, had received nothing in return.
After a moment of thought, Fang Qingyun sighed, suddenly feeling some enlightenment.
"Being too honest, too gentle, and having too good a temper, you will suffer for it."
Is that true?
Fang Qingyun was a bit lost.
As they continued walking, indeed, everyone's expression had changed.
They felt that Fang Che was a good person, but... the outward gentleness was all a facade.
In fact, he had a bad temper.
That face was a curtain, ready to be pulled down at any moment.
They began to label Fang Che as 'not easy to provoke,' 'bad-tempered, and quick to anger.'
All of this, of course, was intentional on Fang Che's part.
Fang Che didn't need to maintain a gentle image.
Lately, he had felt himself too approachable, with too many so-called friends, which was not good for his status. He was looking for an opportunity to show his true colors, and this person had unknowingly provided it.
He asked a sensitive question.
Fang Che immediately explodedSure enough, the atmosphere around him immediately cleared up.
While he had snapped at those who joked maliciously, he had also deterred some who genuinely wanted to be friends.
For this, Fang Che could only think to himself: "Being around me is too dangerous! Being my friend comes at too high a cost!"
...
At the arena, there were already fewer people, at least a quarter of the spectators had left.
These... well, were all heartbroken people.
Most of those who remained had bet on Qiu Yunshang, Xie Gongping, and Hu Churuan. As for those who bet on Jing Shuang Gao and Yu Zhong Ge, there were really few.
On the contrary hand, the red powder army supporting Fang Che had grown even more.
These women, many of whom were 'fine with losing,' had unexpectedly won.
This unexpected joy was enough to make anyone happy.
So they called their friends to come watch and share their joy.
In this time, they had promised countless meals among their close friends...
Meanwhile, the White Cloud Academy was urgently searching through the data.
Who had never participated in betting.
Who had not only not bet but also never shown up.
Who had been deeply engaged in cultivation.
Who had been distracted.
Who had participated in betting from the the beginning, who had also been organizers or analysis emperors.
Who had won, who had lost the most...
All of this would be recorded.
"As a Martial Warrior, there are some spectacles that can be enjoyed, but some must pay a price for it!"
"Words of advice alone won't make a lasting impression."
"So, they must learn the lesson!"
"As students of a martial school, the Newcomer Tournament has nothing to do with them. Instead of focusing on improving themselves, they not only watched for fun but also became greedy!"
"If they don't learn, they'll never know the severity of my lesson!"
"After the Newcomer Tournament, immediately organize the Fourth-Year Assessment! Using the first day of the freshmen's enrollment as a standard, anyone who hasn't improved will lose two points! Anyone whose cultivation level and rank have regressed will lose five points!"
"I let them enjoy the spectacle! I let them bet!"
Gao Qingyu's gaunt face was full of determination.
Huang Yifan stood by with a defeated expression, his head drooping. "But this bet, it's organized by the school."
"So what if the school organized it?"
Gao Qingyu spoke up, "The school has the right to explain! The school only permits it, but they didn't force anyone to participate. They just said betting was allowed, but who's to blame if they lose everything they have?"
Huang Yifan sighed heavily, "When cultured people act like hooligans, it's truly appalling."
"What about Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi? What should we do about them?" Huang Yifan asked.
Lu Jiaoshan stood up and said, "This matter has its reasons. How can we blame Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi for this?"
On one side, the referee Meng Chengzheng, who had been silent, lifted his head and spoke calmly, "A student died right in front of them, and the two of them stood there like wooden posts, unmoved. Referee Lu, do you think they have no responsibility in this matter?"
"They do have some responsibility, but there's no need for severe punishment."
"This is a serious mistake. Even expulsion isn't too much. Are we just going to let it go with a few words of scolding? Isn't that being too lenient?"
Lu Jiaoshan's face turned red with anger, "Referee Meng, what do you mean? Are you suggesting that we expel our two core instructors because of a mistake that isn't even a mistake?"
Meng Chengzheng remained unmoved and said, "Referee Lu, when something wrong is done, there must be consequences. Otherwise, how can our White Cloud Martial Academy face the world and its people?"
Headmaster Gao Qingyu waved his hand in pain, "Let's discuss this matter later!"
Lu Jiaoshan and Meng Chengzheng were about to speak up, but Gao Qingyu had already stood up, "Meeting dismissed!"
"Headmaster!"
Lu Jiaoshan and Meng Chengzheng spoke at the same time.
Gao Qingyu turned around and said sternly, "If you want this position, come and take it!"
"We dare not!"
"Hmph, you dare not? I think you dare! I even thought you two were already the headmasters! Look at how arrogant and unruly you are, this is a meeting! Do you think this is some gang fight over territory? Do you have any decency? Do you have any sense of being role models?"
Gao Qingyu scolded the two of them, making their heads break out in goosebumps. Finally, he yelled, "No organization! No discipline! Disrespectful! Shouting in the hall! Disobeying superiors! Taking matters into your own hands! You two, what a waste of so many years!"
It was clear to everyone that the famous old silver coin dean was using this as an excuse to act like a hooligan.
Those who understood the situation remained silent.
It must be said that over the years, the White Cloud Martial Academy had many difficult issues that were resolved by the dean acting like a hooligan.
Once the dean started acting like a hooligan, he would scold them, and then storm off in a huff, leaving all matters for later...
So, when everyone saw the dean's expression, they immediately felt relieved.
Indeed.
After Gao Qingyu's scolding, he shouted, "You will be the death of me! None of you give me any peace."
He covered his chest, "My heart... cough, cough, cough..."
"Medicine! Medicine! Medicine!"
Gao Qingyu disappeared in a flash.
Just as expected.
Huang Yifan muttered to himself, feeling a bit resentful.
"Damn, having culture and being cunning, and still being able to act like a hooligan, is truly... a pity I can't learn it..."
...
On the arena, another fierce battle was taking place.
Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuang Gao fought back and forth, both covered in wounds, yet still battling.
Fang Che watched intently.
These two guys' cultivation levels were likely at the peak of the second level of the Martial Master rank, slightly lower than Mo Guanyun.
However, their combat strength was slightly inferior to Mo Guanyun.
The championship was almost certain! But in his heart, another thought arose: Why did Jing Shuang Gao conceal his cultivation level earlier? Why hide it?
If he concealed his cultivation level, but revealed it at this moment, then what was the point of concealing it before?
Unless... this guy has the same goal as me.
I have my own reasons for doing this, but what about Jing Shuang Gao? What's his purpose?
Which side is he on? Fang Che's mind quickly shifted to another direction: Qiu Yunshang is probably not from the Only Me Religion.
And this Jing Shuang Gao is fighting so fiercely against Qiu Yunshang? Why does he insist on defeating him? And what about Yu Zhong Ge, who has been getting stronger with each challenge, and is now in the final round?
What's his background?
A hint of chill appeared in Fang Che's eyes.
In the end, the battle between the two concluded with both Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuang Gao severely injured.
When Jing Shuang Gao fell to the ground, Qiu Yunshang stood there, swaying, but refusing to fall!
"Qiu Yunshang wins, advancing to the top four!"
The referee's decision ended the fight.
Next up was Huo Churuan against Xie Gongping.
According to the rules, the two had to fight another round.
The other two groups had already won!
It was impossible to let them fight another round just because they couldn't decide a winner, making the others fight an extra round!
So, the two, still not fully recovered, stepped onto the arena again.
After reaching a stalemate, they fought again, testing their endurance, mental strength, and foundation!
The two fought bitterly for half a day! Huo Churuan suddenly burst out with an extremely bizarre set of palm techniques, defeating Xie Gongping.
However, the referee's face immediately turned gloomy.
Huo Churuan's palm technique had a strange and unsettling feel to it.
The various instructors who had been fighting the Only Me Religion for years all felt a sense of unease.
Although they had no evidence, they just felt uncomfortable seeing it.
Their eyes revealed a look of disgust—this was the very reason why Fang Che never used the Blood Spirit Seven Techniques in combat.
It was the secret technique of the leader of the demonic sect, and countless righteous people had died at the hands of this technique.
If Fang Che were to reveal this technique...
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(End of Chapter)
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