Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1047: Chapter 1047: Still Want to Save Face? No Way!

”What, regretting it?” Zhao Sinin sneered, looking at Mu Hanyan with his nostrils flared.

”Master Pang, I remember according to the last agreement, that quota isn’t restricted to the Mu Family’s disciples, right?” Mu Hanyan ignored him and asked Pang Dezong.

”That’s correct.” Although Pang Dezong hated Mu Hanyan to the bone, he prided himself on his integrity and had no intention of going back on his word.

”What, are you really determined to give this quota to someone else?” Zhao Sinin said sarcastically, casually glancing at Tang Bufan. He secretly made up his mind that if Mu Hanyan really gave the quota to him, Tang Bufan would suffer once he entered Zhengying Academy.

Tang Bufan noticed Zhao Sinin’s hostile look and smiled bitterly. He initially thought he had hit a stroke of luck, but seeing the situation, he understood that Mu Hanyan and Zhao Sinin had a grudge, and entering Zhengying wouldn’t lead to good days. It might be better to roam the world and cultivate on his own as Fen Qianji suggested.

”No, who said I’m giving it away? I’m selling it,” Mu Hanyan said with a slight smile.

”What?” The crowd around was slightly stunned and couldn’t help but exclaim.

The Four Great Academies have been established for so many years, and there’s never been talk of someone selling a quota. After all, they’re the sacred lands in the hearts of countless young swordsmen. Even if there are some private dealings with noble families, a few quotas are given quietly, never publicly. Selling a quota? That’s unheard of.

”Indeed, you all heard Master Pang. The quota isn’t restricted to Mu Family’s disciples. As long as someone can pay the price, I’ll sell the quota to them,” Mu Hanyan stated affirmatively.

Anyway, I can’t use this quota; I might as well exchange it for some silver taels. Why waste it? Plus, I can really disgust them.

”Mu Hanyan, stop messing around!” Pang Dezong couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted angrily.

Though it’s just a mere quota, whether sold or given, it doesn’t matter much to Zhengying Academy. One more or less doesn’t make a difference. But once this matter spreads, how will Zhengying Academy save face?

Though Zhengying can’t match Long Yan Academy, it has a historical legacy of tens of thousands of years, having produced countless legendary powerhouses. Many see joining Zhengying Academy as an honor. If the quota is sold publicly by Mu Hanyan, Zhengying Academy’s reputation will plummet.

”Master Pang, don’t forget our initial agreement. If you break your promise, don’t blame me for breaking mine.” Mu Hanyan, who dared to extort even his Cangxuan Cloud Silk, wouldn’t fear him and replied harshly.

Accusing me of messing around? If you hadn’t been so aggressive, I would’ve given this quota as a favor. Since you’re unkind, don’t blame me for being unjust.

”Fine, fine!” Pang Dezong’s face turned green with anger, but he was helpless against Mu Hanyan, whose evidence was in Mu’s hands.

Seeing the scene unfold, everyone around was sure there was more to the quota, but that wasn’t their concern. They were there just for the spectacle, regardless of any hidden stories—the livelier the better.

Soon, the news that the Capital’s top playboy held a Zhengying Academy quota ready for sale spread across the entire plaza, turning the noisy plaza even more lively.

Many people gathered: some just to watch the drama, others genuinely interested in the quota.

”Young Master Mu, I heard you have a Zhengying Academy admission quota for sale. How much?” someone asked, barely concealing their excitement.

”This?” Mu Hanyan was purely impulsive, looking to make a little profit while simultaneously annoying Pang Dezong and Zhao Sinin, not having considered the selling price.

”I’ll offer five hundred thousand.” Before Mu Hanyan could decide, someone impatiently spoke up.

”Dream on, thinking you can buy a Zhengying Academy quota for five hundred thousand. I’ll offer a million.” A young man nearby scoffed and said.

”One million is nothing—I’ll offer one and a half million.”

”Two million.”

”Two and a half million.”

Long Yan Academy’s recruitment event accidentally turned into an auction venue.

”Are you intentionally provoking me? I made the first offer!” The young man who bid first was overwhelmed and cursed.

”Your bid is yours; do you know the rules? If you don’t have money, get lost, you pauper.” The other wasn’t easily intimidated and immediately retaliated.

”How dare you insult me! It’s reckless of you.” The young man struck with a palm.

”Daring to strike, you’re asking for it!”

Quickly, the plaza resounded with thudding noises as the two battled enthusiastically.

Amidst fists and kicks, accidents happen. One’s punch inadvertently landed on a bystander’s nose.

”Why drag me into your fight? How dare you hit me!” The person screamed profanity, wiped his bloody nose, and joined the fray.

What started as a duel turned into a showdown among three, escalating into chaos with more unintended strikes and an increasing number of participants.

Dust rose on the plaza amid curses and thuds.

The proper auction turned recruitment event accidentally transformed into a gladiatorial arena.

The Long Yan Academy instructors exchanged bewildered glances. Though they’ve held countless recruitment events over tens of thousands of years, they’ve never seen such a scene.

This Mu Hanyan—far from being just the Capital’s top playboy—is a real menace.

All eyes turned simultaneously towards Pang Dezong and Zhao Sinin, filled with sympathy. Why provoke such a threat? Even if he holds a Zhengying quota, he can give it to whomever he wants. It doesn’t affect you. You had to stir trouble; now the chaos is out of hand. Soon, everyone will know Zhengying quotas can be bought, tarnishing your academy’s reputation.

While pitying Zhengying, they instinctively took a half-step back, keeping their distance from Mu Hanyan. No wonder he’s called the Capital’s top playboy—there’s no limit to his actions. Best to stay away from such a menace.

”Stop!” Seeing the increasingly chaotic scene, the Long Yan Academy instructors were about to speak when Pang Dezong shouted loudly.

The pressure of the Sword Saint Realm expanded, everyone trembling slightly. Those young fighters instinctively halted.

”Seems the Zhengying Academy’s name isn’t small. A single quota reached a staggering two and a half million. Let’s see if you can afford it,” Pang Dezong said with a grim face, looking at the two young men who started the commotion, now bruised and swollen.