"Isn't this too much? Such a heavy fine?"
Zhao Wuji roared, his aura surging.
"Who told you to repeatedly ignore warnings? We've publicly announced multiple times that commercial use of Heart of Fire Academy's name is prohibited. If we don't fine you, who will we fine?"
"What? You want to fight?"
A Spirit Master wearing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's dark gold emblem subconsciously reached for the 7-shaped black weapon at his waist.
The tension in the air thickened almost instantly, as if even the wind itself had frozen in place. The dark gold emblem glinted faintly under the light, a silent reminder of the authority these Spirit Masters carried. Around them, a few passersby slowed their steps, sensing that something serious might unfold at any moment. No one dared to get too close, yet no one wanted to miss what might happen next.
That small, seemingly casual movement—the Spirit Master's hand brushing the grip of the weapon—was enough to make Flender's heart skip a beat. He knew exactly what kind of weapon that was. The infamous Hell Revolver was not something to be taken lightly. Even among powerful Spirit Masters, it inspired fear. One wrong move, one spark of conflict, and things could spiral out of control beyond anyone's ability to contain.
This action scared Flender quite a bit, and he quickly said:
"We admit our mistake and accept the fine, but I wonder if you gentlemen could be lenient and reduce the fine a little?"
"Hehe, we're old acquaintances with Dean Xin of Heart of Fire Academy. We used to run our academy inside there!"
Flender said with a fawning smile.
His tone was light, almost joking, but there was a clear hint of nervousness beneath it. Sweat had already begun forming at his temples, though he tried his best to maintain a composed appearance. His eyes darted between the Spirit Masters, gauging their reactions, searching for even the slightest sign of softened attitudes.
These Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School dark gold emblem Spirit Masters were no ordinary characters; they were the backbone of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, responsible for maintaining security within their jurisdiction, and each of them was equipped with a weapon said to be personally designed by Dean Xin—Hell Revolver.
It was a killing weapon that emitted black-blue flames from its muzzle when fired. If it hit the head or heart, even a Spirit Emperor and a Spirit Saint couldn't withstand it.
Stories about the Hell Revolver had long circulated among Spirit Masters. Some said its flames could burn through spiritual defenses as if they were nothing but paper. Others claimed that the weapon carried a strange suppressive force, making it nearly impossible for its target to dodge at close range. Whether exaggerated or not, no one was foolish enough to test those rumors firsthand.
"Are you bragging? Your academy used to be inside Heart of Fire Academy? Don't try to get close to Heart of Fire Academy. I've seen many people like you."
The leading Spirit Master narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. To him, Flender's words sounded like the desperate ramblings of someone trying to escape punishment. After all, Heart of Fire Academy was a prestigious institution—countless individuals had attempted to claim connections to it for personal gain.
"I'm not bragging! I, Flender, never brag. I really used to run my academy in… ah no, Heart of Fire Academy was next to my academy. At that time, when Dean Xin saw me, he would politely call me Dean Flender."
Flender pulled Zhao Wuji and said, "He used to spar with Dean Xin! If you don't believe me, go ask Dean Xin!"
Zhao Wuji's face turned dark. He looked at Flender's face, wanting to slap him:
Spar with your mom! That's my psychological trauma. It finally faded, and you're still bringing it up, aren't you?!
Memories he would rather forget resurfaced in an instant—painful defeats, overwhelming pressure, and that terrifying figure who had left a lasting impression on him. Zhao Wuji clenched his fists slightly, resisting the urge to either deny everything or drag Flender away on the spot. His silence, however, did nothing to help their situation.
"You wouldn't happen to be from Shrek Academy, would you?"
"Yes, that's right, it's my academy. You know about it?"
"I've heard of it. That Shrek Academy that used to constantly cause trouble, harass Heart of Fire Academy, and finally lost all its land—that's run by you?"
The words landed like a hammer, blunt and unforgiving. A few nearby onlookers exchanged glances, some even whispering quietly. Clearly, Shrek Academy's reputation was not exactly admirable in this region.
"If that's the case, then we'll have to make a change for you. The fine will be doubled, and the rent will also be doubled."
The leading Spirit Master spoke coldly, his decision final and unquestionable. To him, this was no longer just a simple violation—it was a matter of maintaining order and sending a message.
It would have been better if Flender hadn't said anything. As soon as he did, the manager directly changed the fine to one thousand gold coins, and the monthly rent was also increased to one hundred gold coins.
Flender's face instantly changed: Are you kidding me?! I asked for a reduction in the fine, and you doubled it instead?
Am I not going to explode?
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