Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050: The Real Trump Card Comes Later

If Han Yan really gave the slot away, or sold it for two or three million, at least it would prove that his Zhengying Academy’s reputation is worth something, right? But it wasn’t 2.5 million, it was 250 cents, and in such a formal manner. Is Zhengying Academy’s name really worth only 250 cents?

Humiliation, this is blatant humiliation.

”Hold it in, hold it in!” Pang Dezong used almost all his strength to resist the urge to slap Ling Baobao to death. He had no choice; the mysterious expert behind him instilled fear in Pang Dezong. No matter how angry he was, he could only endure it.

”Where did this brat come from, daring to humiliate my Zhengying Academy like this!” Zhao Sinin grabbed the hilt of his sword. Although he wasn’t very smart, he saw through Ling Baobao’s intentions... If he still couldn’t see it now, he’d really be hopelessly dumb.

”Sinin!” Pang Dezong shouted sternly, reaching out to stop Zhao Sinin from taking action.

”Uncle Master, he...” Zhao Sinin glared fiercely at Ling Baobao, visibly furious.

”This person doesn’t have high strength but can ignore the Sword Saint’s pressure from my alchemy magical tool. There must be a strong expert backing him. Don’t be impulsive.” Pang Dezong used Gathering Qi Transmission to tell Zhao Sinin.

Zhao Sinin paused, instantly calming down. He had some knowledge of how strong the Sword Saint’s pressure displayed with alchemy magical tools could be. Seeing this young man’s apparent ordinary strength but complete indifference, he could only reason that a powerful expert was helping him.

”Are we just going to let him go like this?” Zhao Sinin reluctantly said using Gathering Qi Transmission.

”Let him go for now until we figure out his background,” Pang Dezong said cautiously.

”This young man has an extraordinary lineage and an unconventional way of doing things, a vagabond’s flair with a hidden master’s poise. I wonder which esteemed family he’s from. Having him join Zhengying Academy today would be our fortune.” With that, Pang Dezong forced out a warm smile at Ling Baobao, feeling wistful.

Seeing Pang Dezong’s change in demeanor, everyone was momentarily stunned, then realized the old guy was just trying to save face.

However, this young man indeed behaved unpredictably. Although his cultivation seemed low, he completely ignored Pang Dezong’s powerful pressure. Perhaps he really is the descendant of a secluded master, and having Zhengying Academy recruit him might not be a bad thing.

Thinking of this, many admired Pang Dezong’s ability to both endure and act.

”Who says I want to join Zhengying Academy?” Ling Baobao rolled his eyes, indifferent. Then he beckoned, ”Er Niu, come here.”

”Coming, coming, is there meat to eat?” A shabby-looking boy happily ran over, eagerly looking at Ling Baobao, sniffing, clearly not too bright.

”Didn’t you just eat?” Ling Baobao asked.

”But I’m hungry again,” Er Niu looked pitifully at Ling Baobao, wiping his nose.

”How can you eat so much?” Ling Baobao grumbled.

”You promised me, there’ll be meat every day,” Er Niu sniffed again, a big snot bubble inflating and deflating, making everyone queasy.

”Don’t worry, there’ll be meat every day. First, come meet the Dean,” Ling Baobao pointed at Pang Dezong.

”What’s a Dean?” Er Niu asked cluelessly.

”The Dean of Zhengying Academy, you’ll be a disciple there, and get to eat meat every day following the Lord of the Academy,” Ling Baobao said.

”Really, really eat meat every day? I want braised pork,” Er Niu got excited, immediately abandoning Ling Baobao to rush to Pang Dezong, drooling like he saw a large, delicious pot of braised pork, not a living person.

”What are you doing?” Pang Dezong felt uneasy under his stare, wanted to slap him to death, but felt it beneath him to assault an idiot.

”Dean Pang, that slot wasn’t for me; I bought it for him. From now on, he’ll be Zhengying Academy’s disciple. Don’t mistreat him.” Ling Baobao said emphatically.

”You... you...” Pang Dezong was almost speechless from rage.

Only then did he realize, the previous humiliation wasn’t enough, this was the real deal.

”What do you mean, in front of so many people, do you dare not to honor it? Anyway, I bought that slot; it cost a whole 250 cents. I can give it to whoever I want. Also, you’d better treat him well. With so many witnesses, if anything happens to him, I’d like to see how you explain it to the world.” Ling Baobao’s face darkened, speaking coldly.

”Indeed, if anything happens to him, don’t blame me for breaking my promise.” Han Yan also threatened.

Though he didn’t know where this foolish Er Niu came from, since Ling Baobao wanted to send him to Zhengying Academy, Han Yan didn’t hope for any harm to befall him.

”Fine, fine, I’ll remember today. Let’s go.” Pang Dezong was so angry he felt his lungs would burst; he turned to the observation seats.

”Braised pork, I want braised pork.” Er Niu drooled, chasing after him.

Pang Dezong raised his hand to slap, thought about it, and powerlessly lowered it.

”Take him back to the academy and settle him properly.” Pang Dezong instructed a disciple, his face livid as he walked off. Zhao Sinin fiercely glared at Ling Baobao, then dejectedly followed.

Only after Pang Dezong and others had gone far did the crowd burst into laughter.

”Fourth brother, you have nothing to worry about now, even if you don’t get into Long Yan Academy, there’s still An Teng Academy and Fenghua Academy. And if still not, there’s always Zhengying Academy,” someone teased.

”Yeah, 250 cents is enough,” someone echoed just as the words fell.

”Exactly, it’s cheap, and even idiots can join, aren’t you afraid you won’t get in?” Another encouraged seriously.

Pang Dezong stumbled, nearly falling.

Ruined, Zhengying Academy’s long-standing reputation ruined just like that! Soon, this joke would spread across the Capital, then throughout the Entire Anyun, even across the Holy Court Continent. Zhengying Academy would become a laughingstock in every academy’s mouth.

”Uncle Master, let me kill them,” Zhao Sinin gritted his teeth.

”Shut up, haven’t you caused enough trouble!” Pang Dezong, furious with nowhere to vent, slapped Zhao Sinin’s face.