The two young men were staring at him intently, their hearts pounding wildly, and they were too frightened to even breathe. Only now did they remember that Zhengying College was one of the four major colleges in Anyun. Even if there were spots available, they couldn't sell them so blatantly. Wouldn't that be a clear blow to the college's reputation?
"What's going on?" someone nearby asked curiously in a low voice.
Immediately, a kind-hearted person told the story again.
"Name your price, keep asking, let me see how much my Zhengying Academy is worth?" Pang Dezong said coldly, intentionally or unintentionally releasing the pressure of the Sword Saint realm.
Knowing the reason for the incident and being enveloped by the pressure, who would dare to offend him? The surroundings were silent, and everyone retreated one by one.
They all understood that the so-called quota in Mu Hanyan's hand was actually a hot potato. Whoever bought it would be unlucky. Even if they entered the academy with it, they would still be in trouble. Not to mention bringing glory to the family, it might even bring disaster to the family.
"Mu Hanyan, it seems you can't sell your spot. You'd better keep it. Even if you're rejected by Longyan College, at least you'll have a place to stay." Pang Dezong glanced at Mu Hanyan and said calmly. However, everyone could see the smug look in his eyes, which clearly said, "You're still a little naive if you want to go against our Zhengying College."
Mu Hanyan was speechless. She had originally wanted to slap Zhengying Academy in the face, but she hadn't expected this old man to be so overbearing. With just a few lukewarm words and the pressure of a Sword Saint, she easily passed the test. But, if that were all she wanted, how could that be possible? The great playboy Mu had even more despicable plans. However, before she could execute them, someone else jumped in to help.
"Let's go." Pang Dezong took Zhao Sining and walked towards the viewing seats arrogantly.
Seeing them leave, the other onlookers also prepared to leave.
"Wait, wait, don't go. If you don't buy it, I will." At this moment, a young man came running over, yelling and shouting loudly.
Who is so bold? Didn’t he see that the acting dean of Zhengying College has shown his power? How dare he come and offend him? Everyone turned their heads to look.
"No one else is buying it, so give me a discount. I'll buy it, I'll buy it." The man kept shouting as if he was afraid that someone would get there first. He accidentally tripped over his left foot and fell flat on his back.
Seeing the man's miserable appearance, everyone forgot their curiosity and burst into laughter.
Mu Hanyan also laughed, but then felt a little surprised. Why did this guy come too?
Isn't this disheveled young man in front of me Ling Baobao who was left behind in the Meteorite Gold Mine by Mu Hanyan? Calculating the time, his indenture will expire in a few years. Why did he come to the capital?
"Do you have a place in Zhengying College to sell?" Mu Hanyan was just wondering when Ling Baobao rushed to Mu Hanyan and asked excitedly, while secretly winking at Mu Hanyan.
"That's right." Although Mu Hanyan didn't know what he was up to at the moment, she knew that this guy was not a good person, so she nodded and said.
"How much?" Ling Baobao asked.
"Hmph, it seems that my Zhengying Academy is quite famous!" Before Mu Hanyan could answer, Pang Dezong glared at this tactless guy, snorted coldly, and at the same time released the pressure of the Sword Saint realm again.
Everyone else had already left, but this guy had no sense and still came to cause trouble! Pang Dezong was a little angry, and the pressure he exerted was much stronger than before.
Within a few dozen feet around, everyone was instantly covered in cold sweat, feeling as if they were being pressed down by a mountain, making it hard to breathe.
This old guy is so shameless! A master at the level of Sword Saint is actually bullying the weak like this.
Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao worriedly. Even she could hardly bear this pressure. As far as she knew, Ling Baobao was only at the beginner level of swordsman, and was considered very weak among swordsmen. How could he possibly withstand it?
Mu Hanyan was afraid that Ling Baobao would vomit blood and be seriously injured under this pressure, so she quickly practiced her skills to help him withstand this pressure.
At this moment, a scene that surprised her greatly happened.
Ling Baobao suddenly turned around, pointed at Pang Dezong and started to curse: "What the hell is this to you? Can't you see I'm talking about business? You don't know any etiquette. What did your parents teach you? Don't you know that old men shouldn't interrupt young people when they are talking?"
Pang Dezong became famous at a young age and held a high position in Zhengying Academy over the years. He had never been scolded like this before, and he was speechless for a moment and stood there in a daze.
"That's right. If you have anything to say, talk later. Wait until we've finished talking before you speak. You're so disrespectful!" Seeing that Pang Dezong didn't say anything, Ling Baobao said something with satisfaction, looking like a teachable child.
"Puchi." Although intimidated by the majesty of Pang Dezong and Zhengying Academy, the people around them couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Who was Pang Dezong? Zhengying Academy's number one alchemist, acting dean, and the Anyun royal family's chief alchemist. And yet, he was being pointed at and yelled at like a child. Where on earth did this idiot come from?
"You...you..." Pang Dezong was so angry that his face turned purple, and he wished he could slap this idiot to death.
"What do you mean by 'you'? I'm telling you, it's best not to do anything, or you'll regret it." Seeing Pang Dezong's angry face, Ling Baobao was not afraid at all and said arrogantly.
Pang Dezong was indeed prepared to take action. Even if he couldn't slap him to death on the spot because of his status, he would still teach him a severe lesson. However, after hearing these words, he was startled and suppressed his anger.
Today was the day for Longyan College's general admissions election. Besides the children of the aristocratic families, commoners could also participate, as would disciples of some powerful hermits. He wasn't afraid of the aristocratic families, and certainly not the commoners, but the thought of those rare and powerful hermits made him a little nervous.
The pressure just now was actually centered on Mu Hanyan and this young man. It was difficult to resist it easily unless you were a Sword Saint. Even Mu Hanyan's face showed a look of effort. But this young man was fine and could even point at his nose and curse. The strangest thing was that Pang Dezong only felt the strength of a swordsman in him. How was this possible?
Could it be that he has someone with great power backing him up? Seeing Ling Baobao's fearless arrogance, Pang Dezong subconsciously glanced around, but couldn't spot anyone acting suspiciously. But the more he looked around, the more uneasy Pang Dezong felt.
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