"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 isnât restricted to the Mu Familyâs disciples, right?" Mu Hanyan ignored him and asked Pang Dezong.
"Thatâs 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 Sininâs 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 wouldnât lead to good days. It might be better to roam the world and cultivate on his own as Fen Qianji suggested.
"No, who said Iâm giving it away? Iâm selling it," Mu Hanyan said with a slight smile.
"What?" The crowd around was slightly stunned and couldnât help but exclaim.
The Four Great Academies have been established for so many years, and thereâs never been talk of someone selling a quota. After all, theyâre 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? Thatâs unheard of.
"Indeed, you all heard Master Pang. The quota isnât restricted to Mu Familyâs disciples. As long as someone can pay the price, Iâll sell the quota to them," Mu Hanyan stated affirmatively.
Anyway, I canât 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 couldnât hold back any longer and shouted angrily.
Though itâs just a mere quota, whether sold or given, it doesnât matter much to Zhengying Academy. One more or less doesnât make a difference. But once this matter spreads, how will Zhengying Academy save face?
Though Zhengying canât 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 Academyâs reputation will plummet.
"Master Pang, donât forget our initial agreement. If you break your promise, donât blame me for breaking mine." Mu Hanyan, who dared to extort even his Cangxuan Cloud Silk, wouldnât fear him and replied harshly.
Accusing me of messing around? If you hadnât been so aggressive, I wouldâve given this quota as a favor. Since youâre unkind, donât blame me for being unjust.
"Fine, fine!" Pang Dezongâs face turned green with anger, but he was helpless against Mu Hanyan, whose evidence was in Muâs hands.
Seeing the scene unfold, everyone around was sure there was more to the quota, but that wasnât their concern. They were there just for the spectacle, regardless of any hidden storiesâthe livelier the better.
Soon, the news that the Capitalâs 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.
"Iâll 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. Iâll offer a million." A young man nearby scoffed and said.
"One million is nothingâIâll offer one and a half million."
"Two million."
"Two and a half million."
Long Yan Academyâs 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 donât have money, get lost, you pauper." The other wasnât easily intimidated and immediately retaliated.
"How dare you insult me! Itâs reckless of you." The young man struck with a palm.
"Daring to strike, youâre asking for it!"
Quickly, the plaza resounded with thudding noises as the two battled enthusiastically.
Amidst fists and kicks, accidents happen. Oneâs punch inadvertently landed on a bystanderâs 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 theyâve held countless recruitment events over tens of thousands of years, theyâve never seen such a scene.
This Mu Hanyanâfar from being just the Capitalâs top playboyâis 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 doesnât 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 academyâs reputation.
While pitying Zhengying, they instinctively took a half-step back, keeping their distance from Mu Hanyan. No wonder heâs called the Capitalâs top playboyâthereâs 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 Academyâs name isnât small. A single quota reached a staggering two and a half million. Letâs 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.