Many major events in history often originate from a trivial matter, such as an argument, a book, etc.
The person who suggested launching a sneak attack originally only wanted to target one or two evil demons, but a large-scale conflict broke out without any warning.
Recently, Fang Shan stayed in the dormitory and did not go anywhere, just occasionally opening the window to get some fresh air. He could feel a powerful mental force locking onto his surroundings.
Wei Sushen was even calmer than him, and his daily activities were limited to the training room and dormitory.
"The dean seems to be very worried about us," Fang Shan said, sitting back in his chair with his legs crossed, his nonchalant look revealing a sense of ease.
"Not surprising." Wei Sushen said lightly.
If the dean of the Imperial College let down his guard against them, that would be really unreasonable.
Fang Shan: "Just as we expected, the dean wants to use this surprise attack to eliminate some hidden cancers."
Seeing him eating dried sour plums one by one, Wei Sushen felt a toothache just by looking at him.
Fang Shan accidentally turned his head and saw Wei Sushen's throat move. Without even lifting his hips from the stool, he slid a few steps to the side and looked at him with a look of surprise and doubt: "You saliva at me!"
Wei Sushen explained: "This is called a conditioned reflex."
How could a normal person not react when seeing so many sour plums?
Fang Shan: "The host actually has a conditioned reflex towards me?"
As he spoke, his eyes moved from upstream to downstream, finally settling on a certain spot: "Shameless!"
Unable to talk, Wei Sushen stood up: "I'm going to the training room."
Fang Shan: "Are you planning to run away because you feel ashamed after being exposed?"
Wei Sushen sighed lightly, and suddenly felt that he should intervene in the affairs of the sect, convert the merits he could get now, and climb to the top of the Heavenly Ranking as soon as possible. Perhaps it would be better to return to the real world.
Fang Shan kept shouting no, pretending to be steadfast and unyielding, but as soon as Wei Sushen stepped out of the door, he crouched down and followed him.
Every day someone reports how many people have been killed in the copycat cult. Wei Sushen put all this data together and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
"What an astronomical figure!" Fang Shan sighed.
After Wei Sushen calculated the result, he asked, "Were the hosts you brought with you in the past also like this?"
Fang Shan looked up: "So what?"
Wei Sushen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Sit back and reap the benefits?"
Fang Shan shook his head: "The most useless one also once wielded a sword to slay demons, control mountains and rivers, and shake the world with a single strike of his sword."
Just a few simple words paint a picture of great passion.
Wei Sushen: "Why am I different?"
Fang Shan pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with an answer. Finally, he said, "Maybe it's because you are single, and I am single too."
Wei Sushen's smile froze: "So?"
"We share the same suffering, so naturally I don't want to see you suffer."
Wei Sushen chuckled and believed his lies.
"We are still two hundred points short of merit." No longer discussing the issue that would impact our values, Wei Sushen calculated again to confirm that he was still short of the last point.
Fang Shan shrugged: "Today's data hasn't been reported yet, I'll just add it up and make it up."
After looking at each other, Fang Shan suddenly smiled: "Perhaps the host can take the time to write a letter to the empire in his personal name."
This time Wei Sushen had no objection and said bluntly: "The letter has been prepared long ago."
The curve of his lips as he spoke had a slight resemblance to Fang Shan's portrait. Wei Sushen looked towards the door and said, "I believe it has been intercepted by the dean and will be submitted after he has reviewed it."
In fact, Wei Sushen only guessed 80% of the truth. The letter was indeed stopped by the dean halfway, but after reading it, he hesitated whether to report it.
Sitting opposite the dean was Mu Yuanhe, the vice-dean. The former fighting maniac had an expression of deep regret on his face. How could he have accepted such a harmful student?
"The disciple surpasses the master." The vice-president, sitting nearby, remained calm. "You caused a lot of trouble back then, too."
Mu Yuan was about to argue a few words, but the dean suddenly waved his hand and he immediately shut up.
"What do you think we should do with this letter?" The boy was standing with his back to them, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Mu Yuan calmed down and glanced at the letter. He couldn't bear to look at it. After a while, he read it again. The content of the letter was very simple. If it weren't for the position, he would probably admire it.
There is not a single word of nonsense in the whole article, and every word used can make people angry to death:
As a student of the Imperial Academy, I hereby submit the Eight Distinctive Religions to the nation.
Merits have been calculated in advance, please be sure to update the Heavenly Ranking quickly.
Finally, congratulations in advance to the Empire for acquiring a copycat cult!
Your beloved people
Offer
In terms of content, it is a good thing to think about handing it over to the empire. However, the reason why the dean hesitated is also obvious: what's the point?
The vice-president was unsure: "It's just a habit?"
After all, Mo Xiu had previously handed over treasures to the academy.
They have families of their own, and frankly, if a junior from the family did something like this, the Vice Dean would probably beat him to death. Of course, from the Imperial Academy's perspective, this was a great thing.
Mu Yuan thought it was ridiculous, but still analyzed: "At least this matter is beneficial to the empire and has no harm. Besides, Mo Xiu took the initiative to speak up, which is better than..."
The atmosphere became silent for a moment, and the boy frowned slightly, as if weighing the pros and cons.
The Vice Dean spoke up at this moment, agreeing with Mu Yuan's opinion: "Mo Xiu is backed by the Mo family. This power cannot fall into his hands in any way. If he insists on taking control of the Eight Distinctions, things could get really bad."
The Dean could only hear intermittent sounds. He had too many things to decide on. After a while, he repacked the letter and said, "Send it."
Just a few words made the vice president and Mu Yuan breathe a sigh of relief at the same time. Naturally, the sooner this matter was resolved, the better.
As Mu Yuan was about to leave with the letter, the dean suddenly spoke again: "He's not completely without requests either."
Mu Yuan was startled for a moment, then remembered the mention of the Heavenly Ranking in the letter and laughed, "Young man's nature."
Without sufficient strength to support it, the so-called number one on the Heavenly Ranking is just a gimmick.
"Since you want a false reputation, just give it to him."
The dean tapped his fingers on the table: "I always feel that things are not that simple."
Mu Yuan thought for a moment before finally speaking for his nominal student: "Whatever he wants, it seems that it will not be greater than the Eight Immortals."
When the dean heard this church name, he began to have a headache. The little donkey outside the door seemed to sense his rare temper and became much quieter.
"Do it as you wish."
Kihara nodded and walked out the door.
After sending the letter, Mu Yuan hesitated for a moment before deciding to meet Mo Xiu. The Eight Immortal Sect was Mo Xiu's life's work, and suddenly handing over power must have been uncomfortable. As a mentor, he had an obligation to guide his students.
After finding the dormitory empty-handed, he turned and headed to the training room.
The door was not closed tightly, and a burst of cheerful laughter could be heard from far away.
Judging from the degree of madness in the voice, it is not difficult to determine that it is Mo Xiu's nightmare.
Mu Yuan's expression changed a lot, and he suddenly pushed open the door, just in time to see Fang Shan eating unscrupulously and making fun of Mo Xiu. The latter didn't know what he was thinking, but let him do whatever he wanted.
When they heard the door open, they both looked up in unison.
Mu Yuan pressed the throbbing vein on his forehead and stared at Wei Sushen: "Is this how you practice every day?"
Wei Sushen stood up suddenly. Mu Yuan felt his aura and thought he wanted to compete with him.
"I was wrong." Simple, clear and straightforward.
“…”
He didn't expect that he would admit his mistake so readily, which made Kihara have no place to vent his anger. He moved his lips and deliberately frowned.
Fang Shan gently nudged Wei Sushen, who immediately lowered his eyes and said softly, "I shouldn't have been so playful that I delayed my cultivation. I thought I had S-level talent and didn't need to focus on improving my telekinesis. If you scold me, I won't complain."
“…”
You have said everything you need to say, what else can he scold?
I used to think Mo Xiu was a reliable person, but now it seems that he and that nightmare demon are birds of a feather.
Mu Yuan closed his eyes and calmed down, then said, "The principal has already read the letter and sent it out."
At this point, there is no need for guesswork.
Wei Sushen nodded, exchanged a glance with Fang Shan, and soon pretended to listen again. It was unknown what information they communicated with their eyes.
Kihara coughed lightly, signaling them to correct their attitude.
Fang Shan said, "When do you think the number one spot on the Heavenly Ranking will be approved?"
Mu Yuan was helpless, unable to understand the point of their paranoia: "The list isn't just decided by the Empire, there are several other countries involved. The next update is still a month away, and besides..."
He looked at the two of them suspiciously: "This first place will be of no use to you except to attract jealousy and hatred."
Wei Sushen answered frankly: "It has special meaning to me."
Kihara looked at him: "A sufficient reason can save you from a lot of trouble."
This sentence is not a threat, but rather stands from the other party's perspective.
When Wei Sushen was silent, Fang Shan spoke for him: "We have an agreement. The day he reaches the top of the Heavenly Ranking, I will accept his proposal."
"..." Mu Yuan felt his neck stiffen slightly: "Is it true?"
Wei Sushen: "..."
He wanted to deny it, but after seeing Fang Shan's expression, he had new concerns. Who knows, the moment he protested, the system would come up with an even more ridiculous excuse.
The brief silence brought about by thinking was taken by Mu Yuan as a tacit agreement.
"Forget it, I can't take care of your business anymore." Mu Yuan couldn't imagine what the two would be like after getting married, and then he felt that he was worrying too much. The Mo family would never allow Mo Xiu to do whatever he wanted in the marriage.
After he left, Fang Shan took out a jar of dried sour plums from his arms and ate them one by one.
From time to time, he would circle in front of Wei Sushen and ask, "Want one?"
Wei Sushen shook his head.
There is still a month before the Heavenly Ranking will be replaced. Fang Shan asked Wei Sushen to think carefully about what he wants to take away so that he can prepare in advance.
"As long as it's not too extreme, it should be within the scope allowed by the world's rules." Fang Shan spread his hands: "The nightmare mission is difficult to trigger, and the benefits of completing it are not small."
Wei Sushen didn't respond, but looked at him with a complicated look: "You are setting a trap again."
Fang Shan pretended not to understand.
Wei Sushen sneered: "Dried sour plums."
Fang Shan continued to pretend: "Why did you bring up food for no reason?"
The two of them just stared at each other, and finally Wei Sushen spoke first: "You deliberately made me develop the urge to swallow my saliva subconsciously when I see you."
Fang Shan smiled awkwardly and said, "As the host said, conditioned reflex is a magical reaction."
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