Chapter 47: Old Silver Coin Mountain Master.
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Early morning.
Fang Che walked into the martial arts courtyard.
He was greeted by countless gazes.
Whether from higher grades or the same grade, anyone in the martial arts courtyard now knew him.
Especially that signature black dark gold cloak with dark patterns, now known by everyone.
From afar, the leisurely and elegant fluttering of his robes, the sunlight reflecting off the disappearing starlight, all represented, um, the arrival of Young Master Fang!
As Fang Che moved, everyone followed along. Fang Che was very polite and courteous, leading the way towards the arena.
As they walked, someone suddenly asked, "Fang Che, did killing Ximen Xuri make you feel better?"
This person asked with a smile, seeming to be joking.
Fang Che stopped, turned to look at this person, and his eyes instantly became cold.
The cold gaze made this person instantly feel uncomfortable, forcing a smile, "I was just... joking."
Fang Che said coldly, "If one day, I kill you, I will answer that question!"
The person instantly felt awkward, then turned into anger, "It was just a joke, why take it so seriously?"
Fang Che raised his head, looking down at the guy, his voice calm but with strong pressure, "Sorry, I never joke. Please don't joke with me in the future! I can't take jokes."
The guy's face turned pale, then he snorted, "What's so great about you!"
He turned and walked away.
Fang Qingyun advised, "Cousin, there's no need to be so serious. A joke is just a joke. It's better to be gentle in life. Being too sharp will only lead to disadvantages."
Fang Che, walking and speaking earnestly, replied, "Cousin, that's exactly what I wanted to tell you. It's good to be gentle, but you must also have a sharp edge and some temper."
"If you're always gentle, others will be presumptuous in front of you. They might even make jokes that cross the line."
"But if you show your edge, and others know you have a temper, at most, they'll talk behind your back. But in front of you, they won't dare to be unruly! Because they know you have a bad temper and won't indulge them!"
Fang Che said seriously, "Cousin, you're too gentle, too good-tempered, and you'll suffer for it!"
Fang Qingyun was stunned.
He remembered the education he had received since childhood: do things well, be a good person, don't cause trouble, don't do wrong, be kind to others, and you will be rewarded...
And he had indeed followed these teachings.
As a result, he had a large group of friends. But if he were to be honest with himself, besides taking advantage of him, did most people show him any respect?
In all the years of eating and drinking together, has anyone ever given back?
Instead, they gave their specialties to those top-ranked students in the class, those prodigies who didn't even regard them highly.
And those prodigies accepted them calmly, as if it was only natural, and even... looked down on them.
And as the one who had given the most and been the closest, he had received nothing in return.
After thinking for a while, Fang Qingyun sighed and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.
"Being too honest, too gentle, and too good-tempered will lead to disadvantages."
Is that so?
Fang Qingyun was somewhat bewildered.
As they continued on their way, the expressions of everyone did indeed change.
They all felt that this Fang Che was quite good, but... the originally gentle exterior turned out to be entirely deceptive.
In fact, he had a strong temper.
That face was just a facade.
Pull it down when needed.
Many started labeling Fang Che as "not easy to mess with" and "bad-tempered, will turn hostile at the drop of a hat."
And all of this was naturally orchestrated by Fang Che.
He didn't need a gentle persona.
These past few days, he had been feeling that he was too easy to approach, with too many so-called friends. This was not good; it was not conducive to his status. He was looking for an opportunity to assert himself, and this guy just jumped out like this.
Asking such a sensitive question.
Fang Che immediately exploded!
Sure enough, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.
His outburst against these malicious jokes not only drove away those who were truly trying to make friends but also made some think twice.
Regarding this, Fang Che could only silently say to himself: "It's too dangerous around me!
Being my friend comes at too high a price!
...
Under the arena, there were already significantly fewer people, at least a quarter of the audience had left.
These... ahem, were all disappointed people.
Many of those remaining had bet on Qiu Yun, Xie Gongping, or Huo Churan; as for those who had bet on Jing Shuangao and Yu Zhonge... there weren't many left.
On the other hand, the Red Fans Legion, who had bet on Fang Che, had an even more formidable presence.
Many of these women were the kind who didn't mind losing, but they hadn't expected to win.
This unexpected joy was enough to make people happy.
So they called their friends to come and watch, sharing the joy in the meantime.
During this time, countless meals had been promised among close friends...
And the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy was urgently searching through the data.
Who had never participated in betting from start to finish.
Who not only didn't bet but also never showed up.
Among those who didn't show up, who were immersed in cultivation.
Who was not focused on their studies.
Who had been betting from start to finish, who were the organizers, the analysts.
Who won, who lost the most thoroughly...
All of this had to be recorded.
"As a martial artist, some excitement can be watched, but there is some excitement that, once watched, must be paid for!"
This was the academic approach of Gao Qingyu, the Mountain Master.
"Some lessons can't be remembered just by saying them."
"So they must know how serious it is!"
"As students of a martial arts school, what does the freshmen's competition have to do with them? It's fine if they just want to watch the excitement, but to be so greedy!"
"If they don't learn a lesson now, they'll never know how tough I can be!"
"After the freshmen's competition, immediately organize an assessment for the fourth-year students! Starting from the first day the freshmen enter the school, anyone who hasn't improved will be penalized with a deduction of two points! Those whose cultivation and rankings have regressed will have five points deducted!"
"I let them watch the excitement! I let them bet!"
Gao Qingyu's thin face was full of determination.
Huang Yifan, looking listless on the side, said, "But this betting was organized by the school."
"So what if it was organized by the school?"
Gao Qingyu said, "The school has the right to explain! The school only allowed it, but didn't make them participate! They were just told they could bet, but who made them lose everything?"
Huang Yifan sighed deeply, "Intellectuals acting like thugs... it's outrageous."
"What should we do about Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi?" Huang Yifan asked.
Lü Jiaoshan stood up and said, "There's a cause for this matter. How can we blame Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi?"
On the side, Meng Chizhang, who had been silent all along, raised his head and said calmly, "With students dying tragically right in front of them, they remained indifferent like wooden stakes. Dean Lü, do you think they bear no responsibility for this?"
"There is responsibility, but there's no need for severe punishment."
"For such a serious mistake, expulsion would not be excessive. Are we going to lightly scold them and let it go? Wouldn't that be too lenient?"
Lü Jiaoshan's face turned red. "Director Meng, what do you mean? Are you saying that just because of this kind of mistake that's not a mistake, we should dismiss our two key instructors?"
Meng Chizhang remained indifferent. "Dean Lü, when you make a mistake, you must pay the price. Otherwise, how can my Baiyun Martial Arts Academy face the judgment of the world?"
Mountain Master Gao Qingyu waved his hand with a headache, "This matter will be discussed later!"
Both Lü Jiaoshan and Meng Chizhang wanted to stand up and speak.
But Gao Qingyu had already stood up, "Meeting adjourned!"
"Mountain Master!"
Lü Jiaoshan and Meng Chizhang exclaimed simultaneously.
Gao Qingyu turned around and said coldly, "Why don't you two take the position of Mountain Master?"
"We dare not!"
"Hmph, you dare not? I see you dare plenty! I even thought you two were already the Mountain Masters! Look at how arrogant you are, this is a meeting! Do you think you're thugs fighting for territory? Do you have any manners?! Do you have any semblance of being role models?!"
Gao Qingyu scolded them fiercely, making their scalps tingle. Finally, he shouted, "Disorganized! Undisciplined! Disrespectful! Roaring in court! Contradicting superiors! Acting on your own! You two have been living in vain all these years!"
Everyone could clearly see that this famous Old Silver Coin Mountain Master was once again playing the rogue under the guise of a pretext.
Those with a sense of tact remained silent.
It had to be said that over the years, many difficult issues at the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy had been resolved by the Mountain Master's rogue behavior.
Since the Mountain Master had started acting like a rogue, after scolding them, he would just leave in a huff. That way, everything would be left for later...
So when everyone saw the Mountain Master's attitude, they immediately felt relieved.
As expected.
After scolding them, Gao Qingyu angrily shouted, "You lot will eventually drive me to death! None of you give me peace of mind."
Holding his chest, he said, "My heart... cough, cough, cough..."
"Medicine! Medicine! Medicine!"
With a swish, Gao Qingyu disappeared.
As expected!
Huang Yifan muttered to himself, somewhat disgruntled.
"Having culture and being clever but still able to play the rogue... It's a pity I can't learn..."
...
On the arena.
It was another fierce battle.
Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuangao were exchanging blows, both covered in wounds but still fighting.
Fang Che watched intently.
Both of these guys' cultivation should be around the peak of Martial Master Rank 2, slightly lower than Mo Ganyun.
But in terms of combat power, they were slightly inferior to Mo Ganyun.
The champion, secured!
But another thought arose in his mind: Did Jing Shuangao conceal his cultivation earlier? Why would he conceal it?
Since he concealed his cultivation, but now displayed it, wasn't his previous concealment meaningless?
Unless... this kid had the same goal as himself.
Both wanted to be dark horses in this freshmen's competition!
So, he must have his own countless purposes to do this. What about Jing Shuangao?
Which side is this guy on?
Fang Che quickly changed his mind: Qiu Yunshang should not be from the Only Me Orthodox Sect.
And why is this Jing Shuangao so determined to fight with Qiu Yunshang?
Must he defeat the other party?
There is also Yu Zhongge, who has been strong all the way and has been absent until now. His strength must be no weaker than that of Qiu Yunshang and others.
Where did that guy come from?
A hint of coldness showed in Fang Che's eyes.
The battle between the two ended with both Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuangao being injured.
When Jing Shuangao fell to the ground, Qiu Yunshang was still standing unsteadily, refusing to fall!
"Qiu Yunshang wins and advances to the top four!"
With the referee's announcement, the battle came to an end.
Then it was Huo Churan against Xie Gongping.
According to the rules, the two needed to fight again.
The other two groups had already won!
There was no way they would let them fight another round just because they couldn't decide the winner.
So, the two who had not fully recovered yet stepped onto the arena once again.
After evenly matched, exhausting battles, what they were comparing next was perseverance, mental strength, and reserves!
The two guys fought hard for nearly half an hour!
Huo Churan suddenly burst out, using an extremely eerie set of palm techniques to defeat Xie Gongping.
But there was an immediate gloom on the referee's face.
In Huo Churan's set of palm techniques, there was an inexplicable sense of eeriness.
The instructors who had been fighting with the Only Me Orthodox Sect for years all felt a little uncomfortable.
Although they had never seen it or had evidence, they felt uncomfortable just by seeing it.
Disgust was evident in their eyes—this was precisely why Fang Che never used the Blood Spirit Seven Swords in battle.
That was the trump card of the Demon Sect's leader, and the righteous people who died under the Blood Spirit Seven Swords were already countless.
If Fang Che were to reveal it...
...…
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