After laughing heartily, Fang Shan noticed the dean's expression out of the corner of his eye and immediately stopped smiling.
Today's Imperial College is like a paper tiger that will break at the slightest provocation. Of course, this description is not quite appropriate. Even if the dean does not make a breakthrough, the majesty and strength of the Imperial College will still be there.
The dean didn't care and shook his head: "The next few days may be troubled."
Fang Shan asked tentatively: "You mean..."
"To praise, you must first suppress." The dean spoke slowly.
Apart from this, I can't think of any other possibility.
"But this method isn't very clever," the dean said, frowning slightly. "It doesn't seem like the style of a demon."
Fang Shan: "Perhaps they've been silent for years and suddenly started advocating for truth, goodness, and beauty?"
The dean glanced at him, and the donkey that had been chewing a carrot beside him suddenly turned its tail and finally pointed in the direction of the door.
Fang Shan looked at Mu Yuan in confusion, asking with his eyes if this meant that they should get out?
Mu Yuan tilted his head to the side, pretending not to notice his confusion. Fortunately, a more reasonable person, Wei Sushen, came over and led Fang Shan away. The latter kept looking back and shook his sleeves. "See you next time."
Fang Shan twisted his waist and left, blinking his eyes as frequently as if he were having cramps.
Not until they were quite far away did the artificial seductive look finally fade away.
The corner of Kihara's mouth twitched: "The book is wrong."
The dean turned his head to look at him, and Mu Yuan said in a deep voice: "The book says that the personality of the nightmare is influenced by its owner. Mo Xiu seems to be quite reliable. How did the nightmare come about..."
It's like a mutation.
The dean said calmly, "The book is correct, but there's something strange about this nightmare."
Kihara: "Weird?"
The dean spread his hands, and the flames used in the training room to condense his mental power danced wildly in his palms, soon fusing into a small fire crystal. The little donkey ran over excitedly, swallowed the fire crystal, trembled all over, and then... became confused.
Mu Yuan pursed his lips, almost forgetting that when it comes to the weirdness of nightmares, the dean's is not much better.
As if knowing what he was thinking, the dean waved his hand: "The nature is different. After being dormant for ten years, he awakened suddenly. Moreover, it is a rare S-level qualification. There are doubts in itself."
"If that's the case, why keep him here?"
Mu Yuan's intention was naturally not to kill him, but to temporarily send him to another academy for training as an exchange student.
Dean: "This is what the crystal ball means."
"Cough cough..." Mu Yuan almost choked on his saliva. A bald guy was yelling today, and he even sounded emotional?
The crystal ball has been served respectfully in the academy for hundreds of years, and has never given them a good look. It is like a dead object, without any emotions. Now it has a good impression of a person who speaks wildly?
The dean also showed a hint of doubt on his face. He knew that Crystal Ball had been whipped. However, after being beaten, Crystal Ball not only did not complain about Mo Xiu, but became even closer to him.
Could this be the legendary person who is born to deserve a beating?
Mu Yuan obviously had the same idea: "Should we beat up the crystal ball too?"
Reason took over. The dean thought of the whipping technique he had observed Fang Shan using in the dark. He shook his head and said meaningfully, "I'm afraid you don't have that kind of skill?"
technology?
Kihara didn't understand what kind of skills were needed to beat someone up. Could it be possible to beat someone so hard that he couldn't stop?
The dean had no intention of discussing this topic anymore and instead took out a piece of paper and said, "Take a look."
Mu Yuan took it and said, "Isn't this the symbol left by the Alien Cult?"
What's so good about it?
The dean said coldly: "Take a closer look."
Mu Yuan narrowed his eyes, still not noticing anything. However, as he examined the writing stroke by stroke, he couldn't help but laugh, "Whoever left this writing must be so poorly educated. Take the character '人' for example; it looks a bit weird."
"I've investigated, and all the messages are like this."
Mu Yuan gradually realized that something was wrong, and his throat moved: "Could it be that these words are actually strange..."
The dean looked at him intently, as if asking him to speak out.
Mu Yuan asked uncertainly, "...the Eight Irregular Religions?"
The dean didn't say anything. After a brief silence, Mu Yuan said, "Was the evil demon framed?"
The word "framed" may sound funny when used to describe evil spirits, but it is indeed the case.
With this inference, all doubts can be solved.
Kihara: "Who do you think did it?"
The dean glanced at him faintly: "What do you think?"
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At this moment, Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were walking on the road, discussing the same thing.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to hide the matter of the Eight Strange Religions from the dean." Wei Sushen said.
Fang Shan scoffed, "It's hard for him to play along with us for so long." Then he changed the subject, "But it's also a good thing."
Wei Sushen knew what he was thinking and nodded, "According to the dean's cunningness, not only will he not stop us, he will also secretly help us expand our power."
"Isn't that right?" Fang Shan said with a smile, "He arranged for his own personnel to enter the sect. On the one hand, they can be responsible for surveillance, and on the other hand, he also sees the future development potential of the Yi Ba Sect."
After doing the right thing for a long time, he got used to being methodical in many things. The emergence of the Eight Strange Religions could be said to have brought a brand new idea to the dean. If used properly, it could deal a considerable blow to the evil spirits.
After a pause, he continued, "How does the host plan to deal with the people planted by the dean?"
Wei Sushen said without hesitation: "I accept everyone who comes."
Fang Shan nodded: "Very good, that's my style."
Wei Sushen was deeply touched by his praise.
Fang Shan: "We are just a brick, we can be moved wherever we are needed."
Wei Sushen was more serious than him. He looked up at the light in the sky, as if he saw the hope of completing the mission.
In the following period of time, the two of them could indeed be said to have cultivated their moral character and did not cause any more trouble. Under the secret manipulation of the dean, the power of the Eight Strange Religions was no longer what it used to be.
As a speculator, the fat man quickly realized that something was wrong and came over to inquire about the situation.
"I don't know if I'm being overly suspicious, but some of the people who have joined the cult recently seem to have questionable backgrounds."
At that time, Fang Shan was eating pickled plums, enjoying the leisurely time: "Didn't you check everything privately?"
The fat man said anxiously: "That's right, but..."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows at Wei Sushen, motioning him to explain.
Wei Sushen never liked to talk much, so he refused coldly.
Fang Shan pointed to his lips and said, "My mouth is used for eating and kissing. It's very precious."
"..." Wei Sushen gave him a deep look, not daring to look any further, fearing that the exaggerated rhetoric instilled in his mind by the past system would surface, and he said, "It's the dean's people."
The fat man's flesh trembled, and he sat down weakly on the chair, muttering, "It's over."
After a moment of pessimism, he quickly regained his composure. Seeing the two culprits so calm, the fat man said with a hopeful thought, "Have you figured out a plan to deal with this?"
Fang Shan finally said, "It's not a big deal."
Fatty didn't understand. To him, this was like the sky falling. No matter from which angle, setting up such an organization privately would definitely be punished by the academy.
Fang Shan: "As long as we follow the dean's wishes and let the Yiba Sect continue to grow, that's all."
The fat man swallowed his saliva: "And then?"
Fang Shan curled his lips and said, "Hand it over to the empire."
“…”
The fat man scratched his ears and said, "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Please say it again."
Fang Shan rose from his comfortable bed, stood by the window, and stretched his arms. "From all aspects, the Eight Alien Sects have had a significant impact on the Alien Sect." He tilted his head slightly and said, "Do you know what a tremendous achievement this is? It's enough to put us in the top three of the Heavenly Ranking."
Others have to go through great pains to eliminate a demon in order to gain merit, but they only need to rely on the power of the dean to suppress the cult.
The fat man was speechless. After a long while, he gradually regained his voice and said, "What's the point of being on the Heavenly Ranking?"
It is obviously full of water. Even if it is listed on the Heavenly Ranking, it will only be regarded as a laughing stock.
Fang Shan naturally couldn't say that he was doing it to complete the task, so he said in a serious tone, "I'm happy."
The fat man took a deep breath and then looked at Wei Sushen… As the eldest son of the Mo family and a student of the Imperial Academy, would he just let his nightmare continue like this?
Too lazy to explain, Wei Sushen said perfunctorily: "If he is happy, I am happy."
He almost forgot to breathe for a moment, feeling aggrieved and incredulous. The fat man's lips trembled, "Have you ever thought about the consequences?"
Once the affairs of the Eight Strange Religions are made known to the world, it will inevitably arouse the hatred of the evil demons, and Mo Xiu will then become the target of public criticism.
Wei Sushen: "The Empire and the Academy will protect me."
Fang Shan also agreed: "Only in the midst of life and death can we grow."
In the fat man's opinion, these two people's brains must have been kicked by a donkey, and an ordinary donkey could not have such an effect. It had to be the dean's invincible donkey.
After paying so much and risking his life, it was just for a false reputation!
After finishing the last pickled plum, Fang Shan spoke again: "We are the ones in the open. No matter how big the fire at the city gate is, it won't burn you."
The fat man also knows this, and it can be said that this is the only thing that can make him feel comforted at the moment.
"Of course, if you want to follow the footsteps of the wise men and join them on the Heavenly Ranking, we can also announce your existence at the appropriate time."
The fat man laughed awkwardly and refused without hesitation: "How could I be so lucky?"
Isn’t it good to be alive... Why do you have to make trouble?
Until he left, the fat man had a confused look on his face, wondering why things had developed to this point?
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were determined to reap the benefits, and even secretly cooperated with the dean's actions, focusing on promoting several people he arranged to have certain power in the Yiba Sect.
Less than half a month later, someone in the sect hinted to Wei Sushen that in addition to doing good deeds, they should also do some other heroic deeds, for example, killing some people who pretended to be the organization to establish their authority.
Wei Sushen discovered that Fang Shan was not the only one who was good at lying with his eyes open. Everyone was the same, and they were all copycats who kept saying they wanted to fight against counterfeits.
In this environment, he naturally... chose to agree.
Fang Shan agreed with this: "There's no point in pushing away the merit that comes to you."
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