Most practitioners only know about the transcendence of the four major academies, and have no understanding of those powerful hermits. However, Pang Dezong knows how powerful those old guys are, and also knows their elusive methods.
It's hard to predict the truth, so don't act rashly! I was afraid that my impulsiveness would get me into trouble, so I reminded myself secretly.
"Forget it. I am a magnanimous old man and will not argue with you." Of course, he still had to save face. He would not be scolded by others without any response. Pang Dezong flicked his sleeves vigorously and put on the attitude of a senior elder.
"Hurry up and tell me, how much is it?" Ling Baobao no longer paid attention to Pang Dezong and asked Mu Hanyan anxiously.
"Someone has already offered 2.5 million." Mu Hanyan didn't know what Ling Baobao was planning, so she said honestly.
"Two and a half million is a bit expensive. I don't have that much money." Ling Baobao rummaged through his pockets and looked at Mu Hanyan pitifully.
While saying this, Ling Baobao blinked at Mu Hanyan again.
"Then, two million?" Mu Hanyan said tentatively.
"It's still too expensive. Can you make it cheaper?" Baby Ling continued to blink.
"One million and a half?"
“It’s still expensive.”
"One million?"
“It’s still expensive.”
"Five hundred thousand?"
Ling Baobao seemed embarrassed and shook his head.
"So how much money do you have?" Mu Hanyan asked directly.
"I have two hundred and fifty..." Ling Baobao searched his body again and again, and finally pulled out a few copper coins. He counted them twice and said shamelessly, "Two hundred and fifty coins!"
Mu Hanyan wiped her forehead. Copper coins? I haven’t seen them for a long time. They are antiques.
"Puchi!" Some people in the crowd laughed out loud. Really, they didn't want to laugh, nor did they dare to laugh, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't help it.
Two hundred and fifty wen, a place in the prestigious Zhengying Academy's entrance exam is only worth two hundred and fifty wen? Even giving a beggar away wouldn't be worth that much, right? Where on earth did this idiot come from?
They even suspected that the guy in front of them was mentally ill, but looking at his clear eyes, there was no sign that there was anything wrong with his brain.
Humiliation, there is no doubt that this guy came here deliberately to humiliate Zhengying College.
Pang Dezong's face had already turned from blue to white with anger.
Previously, those two people competed for a place in his Zhengying College, even offering a sky-high price of 2.5 million, and finally had a fight. Although it would not sound good if it were spread, it at least proved that his Zhengming College had a high status and great value.
But now, this guy actually wants to buy a place in his Zhengying Academy for 250 cents. Doesn't this tell others that his Zhengying Academy doesn't even have enough space for beggars?
"Hmph!" In a rage, Pang Dezong forgot his previous concerns. With a cold snort, the enormous pressure of the Sword Saint rushed towards Ling Baobao like a giant hammer.
This time, he was really angry and had no reservations at all.
Several people standing nearby were affected and fell to the ground, with blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.
You have to know that most of the people in the capital have some skills, and at the very least, they have the strength of a third or fourth level swordsman. However, they were shocked to the point of vomiting blood, which shows how powerful this invisible pressure is.
Ling Baobao's strength is almost the same as theirs, how could he possibly withstand it.
"Not good!" Mu Hanyan was shocked and wanted to stand in front of Ling Baobao.
But before she could even move, Ling Baobao rushed to her and said urgently, "How about this? I only have this much money. Your quota can't be sold anyway, and it's useless to keep it. Why don't you just sell it to me?"
Mu Hanyan didn't expect this guy to suddenly rush up, and it was too late for her to block him. Feeling the pressure hitting Ling Baobao heavily, her heart sank and her hand suddenly pressed down on the hilt of the sword.
No matter what, Ling Baobao is her friend. If he dies at the hands of Pang Dezong, she will seek justice for him even if it means risking her life.
However, Mu Hanyan did not pull out the sword in the end.
The immense pressure slammed heavily onto Ling Baobao, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, not causing a single ripple. Ling Baobao still looked at Mu Hanyan pitifully, "Brother, are you going to sell it or not? Just give me a definite answer."
Mu Hanyan was stunned, the crowd was stunned, all the instructors at Longyan College were stunned, and even Pang Dezong himself was stunned.
Others only sensed the immense power of his pressure, but were unaware of the underlying circumstances. He, however, knew that it was unleashed by an alchemical artifact. Even a fourth- or fifth-rank swordsman wouldn't be able to withstand it easily, and would likely suffer serious injury if caught off guard. Yet, this young man, seemingly a third- or fourth-rank swordsman, was unscathed! How could this be possible?
It seems my previous guess was correct. He must be protected by a master. This is the only possibility. Pang Dezong instantly calmed down and secretly glanced at the crowd, but still didn't see anything unusual.
But his mood didn't lighten up at all; instead, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. This person was like a dragon with no visible head or tail. He could silently dissolve the powerful pressure he had induced with the help of alchemical instruments. His strength was unfathomable.
If he really angered the other party and attacked him recklessly, his reputation would probably be ruined in today's Longyan College admissions election.
"I was impulsive, impulsive." Pang Dezong was secretly scared and dared not act rashly.
It is said that a second attack is better than a third one. His previous two attempts were both silently resolved by the other party. If there was a third time, even the clay Buddha would probably be angry.
"Don't just stand there. Are you going to sell it or not?" Ling Baobao seemed to have not noticed anything at all, and didn't even know that he had just walked through the gates of hell. He pestered Mu Hanyan and asked.
"Well, since I have no use for it anyway, I'll give it to you." Mu Hanyan now fully understood Ling Baobao's intentions and said with a smile. This guy actually had the same idea as her, a perfect match. Great minds think alike, Mu Hanyan thought narcissistically. The high auction price had ruined Zhengying Academy's reputation, but the low price had stripped Zhengying Academy of its reputation. So cool! Ling Baobao was such a cute guy, and he and her were so in tune with each other.
"How can you say it's a gift? I bought it with my own money." Ling Baobao glared and said unhappily, then picked up the copper coins of all sizes that looked like antiques and handed them to Mu Hanyan very solemnly.
Seeing Ling Baobao's serious look, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Behind him, Huayue and others were also laughing so hard that they were bent over.
The veins on Pang Dezong's forehead were throbbing, and his old face was swollen like an eggplant.
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