Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1049: Partners in Crime with a Tacit Understanding
Most cultivators only know the transcendent nature of the Four Great Academies, and are unaware of those hidden masters. Pang Dezong, however, knows the power of those old guys, and knows their methods of appearing and disappearing like the Divine Dragon.
Reality is hard to grasp, don’t act impulsively! Afraid of getting burned by rash actions, he secretly reminds himself.
"Forget it, this old man is magnanimous and won’t stoop to your level." Of course, he still needs to save face; he can’t be insulted without any reaction. Pang Dezong forcefully flicks his sleeve, presenting the demeanor of an elder.
"Quickly, tell me how much it costs?" Ling Baobao no longer paid attention to Pang Dezong and asked Han Yan urgently.
"Someone just offered 2.5 million earlier." Han Yan said honestly, not knowing what Ling Baobao was planning.
"2.5 million? That’s quite expensive. I don’t have that much money." Ling Baobao searched his pockets and looked at Han Yan pitifully.
As he said this, Ling Baobao winked at Han Yan.
"Well, 2 million?" Han Yan tentatively asked.
"Still too expensive, make it cheaper." Ling Baobao continued to wink.
"1.5 million?"
"Still expensive."
"1 million?"
"Still expensive."
"500 thousand?"
Ling Baobao appeared embarrassed and shook his head.
"So how much money do you actually have?" Han Yan simply asked directly.
"I have 250..." Ling Baobao kept searching himself and finally found several copper coins, counting them twice, and said cheekily, "250 cents!"
Han Yan wiped his forehead; copper coins, he hadn’t seen them in ages, they were antiques.
"Pfft!" Someone in the crowd laughed out loud. Really, they didn’t want to laugh or dare to, but they couldn’t help it.
cents, and a prestigious spot at Zhengying Academy’s entrance exam is valued at 250 cents? Not even enough to fend off a beggar? Where did this fool come from?
They even suspect this guy is brain-damaged, but looking at his clear gaze, there’s no sign of mental troubles.
Humiliation, without a doubt, this guy deliberately came to humiliate Zhengying Academy.
Pang Dezong’s face, already turning white with anger.
Earlier, two people fiercely bid for a slot at his Zhengying Academy, even offering 2.5 million, although it didn’t sound good, it at least proved his academy’s high status and worth.
But now, this guy wants to buy a slot for 250 cents, isn’t he saying his Zhengying Academy isn’t even worth a beggar?
"Hmph!" In a fit of rage, Pang Dezong forgot his earlier caution, snorting coldly. The vast pressure of a Sword Saint, like a giant hammer, rushed towards Ling Baobao. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
This time, he was truly furious, holding nothing back.
Several people standing nearby were affected, stumbling and even falling to the ground, with blood seeping from their mouths.
Keep in mind, most Capital citizens have cultivation, even the weakest possess third and fourth-tier swordsman strength, yet they were shocked to the point of spitting blood, showing how powerful this intangible pressure was.
Ling Baobao’s strength was similar to theirs, how could he withstand it?
"Not good!" Han Yan was shocked inside and was about to shield Ling Baobao.
But before she could move, Ling Baobao darted in front of her, urgently saying, "What about it? I only have this much money, anyway, your spot won’t sell, and it’s useless if you keep it, better sell it to me."
Han Yan didn’t expect this guy to rush up suddenly, unable to shield him in time, feeling the pressure slam heavily onto Ling Baobao, her heart sank, and her hand gripped the sword hilt tightly.
No matter what, Ling Baobao was her friend, if he died at Pang Dezong’s hands, she’d fight with her life to seek justice for him.
However, Han Yan’s sword ultimately remained sheathed.
The immense pressure slammed into Ling Baobao but was like a stone sinking into the sea, causing no ripple. Ling Baobao continued to look pitifully at Han Yan: "Hey big sister, are you selling or not? Give me a straight answer."
Han Yan was stunned, the crowd was stunned, Long Yan Academy tutors were stunned, even Pang Dezong himself was stunned.
Others felt the pressure was powerful but didn’t know the truth; Pang Dezong knew that the pressure was triggered by an alchemy magical tool, even experts of fourth and fifth rank Sword Master couldn’t easily resist, caught off guard would suffer severe injuries, yet this young man with third and fourth-tier swordsman strength was unscathed! How could this be?
It seemed his earlier suspicion was correct, there must be a senior guardian beside him. This was the only possibility. Pang Dezong instantly regained his composure, sneaking a glance at the crowd but still found no sign.
But his mood didn’t lighten, instead, cold sweat seeped from his back. This person, neither seen nor heard, could silently neutralize the strong pressure triggered by the alchemy magical tool, his strength was unfathomable.
If truly provoked him to act, Pang Dezong’s lifelong reputation could be ruined today at Longyan Academy’s enrollment selection.
"So impulsive, so impulsive." Pang Dezong secretly regretted, not daring any rash moves.
They say strike twice but not thrice, he’d acted twice and was silently thwarted by the other. If there was a third time, even a plaster idol would get angry.
"Don’t freeze, are you selling or not?" Ling Baobao seemed completely unaware, not knowing he had just walked a circle around Ghost Gate, pestering Han Yan.
"Fine, it’s useless if I keep it, so I’ll give it to you." Han Yan completely understood Ling Baobao’s intention now, said with a suppressed laugh. This guy has the same thoughts as me, what a coincidence. Great minds think alike, Han Yan narcissistically thought. Auctioning at high prices tarnished Zhengying Academy’s reputation, but selling cheap even peeled off their face. So satisfying! Ling Baobao is so adorable, resonating with me.
"How can you say it’s a gift? I paid for it." Ling Baobao glared, looking irritable, then carefully handed Han Yan the antique-like copper coins, copper money.
Seeing Ling Baobao’s seriousness, Han Yan couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter.
Behind them, Huayue and others laughed until they bent over.
Pang Dezong’s forehead veins bulged, his old face flushed like an eggplant.
