"What's more..." At this point, the scholar laughed as if remembering something. "Among the twelve peak masters, he has held the position the longest, except for the master of Chou Peak. Competition among the students of Tingzhu is fierce, and the other peaks often rotate their peak masters, but the positions of him and the master of Chou Peak are almost unshakable."

Luo Jiujiang asked humbly, "Who is the master of Chou Peak?"

"Choufeng is in charge of the academy's finances, handling millions of spirit stones in a month. The peak master is naturally Master You Suyou."

Luo Jiujiang: “…”

This was indeed unexpected, and he couldn't help but ask more sincerely: "So Master You is also good at counting?"

"No." The scholar gave him a strange look. "But Master You is rich. If the academy ever runs into financial difficulties, he can just sign a bill and offset all the deficits. Look, who else in the academy would dare to take on this responsibility besides him?"

Luo Jiujiang: “…”

It can be said that people are being used to their full potential, and Luo Jiujiang is truly convinced.

However, after comparing him with You Su, a special existence, Luo Jiujiang also understood the specific status of this senior brother Yin Bansi in the academy.

The two chatted for a while, and the students who had gone to collect the arrows returned. One of them approached the scholar, holding two or three arrows in his hand, and suddenly asked, "You haven't left yet?"

Luo Jiujiang was stunned for a moment before realizing that the words were spoken to him. He saw that the person's face looked unfriendly, so he asked, "What do you mean, Senior Brother?"

"Are you Hanging Pearl or Embracing Jade?" The young man glanced at Luo Jiujiang's neck and waist, confirming that he was not wearing the uniform of a student from the academy, nor even a badge. His expression suddenly became even gloomier, "You are just a casual cultivator. There is no need to call me so close. It sounds disgusting."

As the young man finished speaking, the scholar and Luo Jiujiang's expressions both faltered. The scholar reached out to stop the young man and said unhappily, "This junior fellow has come from afar to study. What are you talking about, Brother Qiu?"

The young man shook off the scholar's arm, stared at Luo Jiujiang and sneered, "You are not as kind-hearted as Brother Fu. It seems that the casual cultivators are also kind-hearted." He stretched out his hand and pointed behind him. The few people who went with him to pick up the scattered arrows were mostly dressed as casual cultivators. Their faces had a few more bruises and swellings than before. It was obvious that there had just been a dispute. Everyone stayed away from the young man.

The scholar turned around and stamped his feet in anger: "You even hit your classmates who entered the school and joined the society together?"

"Hmph, classmates? They don't deserve it." The young man glanced back coldly. "I didn't give them the arrows from the club. I only lent them to them after repeated requests. No one expected these losers who couldn't even pass the entrance exam to shoot a bird. But secretly breaking off the Star Iron arrowheads and hiding them is just ungrateful! They're like rats in the gutter, sneaking around and not knowing how to appreciate it!"

Hearing him speak, a young man among the wandering cultivators gritted his teeth and said angrily, "The bones of the Divine Herons are inherently invulnerable to swords and spears. The arrows you gave us were old ones from the society, worn out long ago. It's no wonder they broke. We told you the first time we saw you that since the arrowhead was broken in our hands, we acknowledge it and will compensate you at the original price. You falsely accused us of being bandits first, and then you forced us to take off our clothes for inspection in broad daylight. How can this be justified?"

It turned out that such a thing happened when I picked up the arrow just now. If that's the case, then it goes without saying how these casual cultivators got the scars on their faces.

The young man glanced at the casual cultivators from the corner of his eye. "There are two of you at the second level of Qi Refining, and three at the third level. Even if we sold you by the pound, you wouldn't be worth half the price of an arrowhead. And you still have the audacity to ask for compensation? Honestly, I'm just playing dumb. If you had handed over that arrowhead, I would have looked up to you. Now that you're making excuses, then—"

"Brother Qiu, what are you doing?" The scholar's face flushed red. "The arrows in the club often wear out. It's just a small matter. You should have just reported it to the president. Why are you making things difficult for a fellow student in the academy like this?"

"You're the only one meddling here, and now you're pretending to be nice." The young man glanced at the scholar impatiently. "If you hadn't agreed to lend them the arrows, there wouldn't be this trouble now."

The scholar was so angry at the questioning that his face turned purple. He pounded his chest and groaned, almost stomping a hole under his feet: "You...you..."

The surrounding students had already gathered around, supporting the scholar and quietly mediating between the two sides to prevent further conflict. However, this young man seemed to have a certain authority, so when they spoke to him, their voices were quite weak, not even daring to use an accusatory tone.

"Xuanzhu student, you are so arrogant." A voice suddenly came from the side. The voice was sarcastic and extremely eye-catching at this moment.

The young man turned around and saw the black-clothed young cultivator whom he had just casually vented his anger on. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "You haven't left yet?"

"Brother, if you're standing still, why should I leave? Not only will I stay here, I can lie down or sit here." Luo Jiujiang pretended to brush off the corner of his clothes and said in a gentle voice, "Don't you agree?"

"You casual cultivators are really in cahoots with each other, a nest of snakes and rats." The young man said gloomily.

"I don't deserve it. It's best to give it back to you." Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows and refused to give in. He casually pulled out the storage bag at his waist and shook out a hundred low-grade spirit stones. "Star iron is indeed expensive, but this is enough to cast an arrowhead. I will give you this money as compensation for the arrowhead. I wonder if you dare to join me in a bet?"

"Bet? Just you? What do you want to bet on?"

"You're just a scumbag. I won't take advantage of you." Luo Jiujiang narrowed his eyes and gave the young man another look. His tone was exactly the same as when he had just said "a mere casual cultivator." "Let's bet on the Skybound Divine Heron. Whoever hits it the most times within ten shots wins. How about that?"

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