Chapter 87: Making Money, No Shame in That

"I have to ask, did Boss Sun intentionally send those two away?"

"Otherwise, it doesn't make sense..."

Xu Yuanqing looked at Sun Wen and suddenly spoke.

Sun Wen responded with a perfectly bewildered expression: "What are you talking about, Boss Xu? I don't understand."

"Never mind then."

He shrugged his shoulders and closed the door again after Sun Wen entered.

It was just 7:10 in the morning.

As he watched several examinees sprinting towards them in the distance, Xu Yuanqing did not hesitate to shut the door firmly.

"That guy, I know him. He's the grandson of the Demon Exorcism Pavilion's pavilion master."

"Are you sure we shouldn't wait?"

Sun Wen, peering through the crack of the door, pointed out a familiar figure and kindly suggested.

"What did you just say, Boss Sun?" Xu Yuanqing asked innocently.

"I've been at Demon-Suppressing Pass for too long, left with some aftereffects. I keep getting this intermittent ringing in my ears."

"I didn't catch that clearly."

He even placed his hand over his ear, shouting as he spoke.

"It's alright now." Sun Wen looked at Xu Yuanqing, his gaze complex, and replied with a single sentence.

"Alright then."

Xu Yuanqing spoke cheerfully: "Boss Sun, please join the queue, bear with it for a while."

His demeanor was respectful.

Watching Xu Yuanqing’s behavior, Sun Wen couldn't help but feel somewhat baffled.

To say this man is slick, the very grandson of the Demon Exorcism Pavilion’s master, keeping him out of the door.

But to call him selfless, just half a million had secured his entry.

Yu Sheng, in the distance, silently watched Xu Yuanqing's figure, contemplative.

The city had already been sealed off yesterday.

Anyone with a bit of sense would have chosen to arrive early to avoid any mishaps.

So, those arriving last minute are likely not the brightest.

Perhaps a pre-selection of the less astute?

As for Sun Wen...

The mere fact that he thought to solve the problem with money proved his agile thinking, perhaps the main reason he was let in.

Of course, the amount of money might also have played a decisive role.

Yet, most of the people present were still somewhat astonished.

"Is an admission spot at Mo Pavilion Academy really only worth half a million?"

"They say it’s absolutely fair at Mo Pavilion Academy."

"Truly disappointing."

One person, standing with hands behind his back and pride on his face, muttered.

Xu Yuanqing's smile slowly faded as he looked at the proud young man and calmly said, "Oh, do you have half a million?"

"No!"

"But in the future, when I'm your age, a mere half a million won't even catch my eye."

He remained arrogant, tilting his chin up slightly, embodying the spirited pride unique to youth.

"Uh-huh."

"Not bad."

"You need to keep it up!"

"Goodbye."

After hearing the young man's words, Xu Yuanqing's smile returned, and he waved amicably. As the young man looked on in astonishment, Xu said, "Take him out for me, one credit."

As his words settled...

A figure in the distance charged forward like a madman, a wicked grin on his face, holding a burning stick, and with an apron tied around his waist.

With a single blow, the proud genius collapsed unconscious on the ground, without even a moment to react.

He was dragged away.

The door was opened just a crack, the young man was tossed out, the door closed, and he returned.

"Teacher Xu, remember to call me for such deals next time."

"We can split the credits fifty-fifty."

"After half an hour of deep remorse, I've realized why I was left outside yesterday."

"I was too greedy, too thoughtless!"

"Teacher Xu assigned such a simple task to me personally."

"If I can't even have a grateful heart... am I even human?"

The man spoke with genuine sincerity.

"Ah, kid, you're getting the hang of it!"

"Go on."

"Let me see here..."

Xu Yuanqing's fingers moved through the crowd, counting heads as if taking inventory.

"Today, we can still get at least 40 people out."

"Twenty each for us."

Xu Yuanqing said with a smile.

But the man shook his head without hesitation: "Teacher Xu, what are you talking about!"

"I'll just take 10... no, 5 credits for my trouble!"

"The rest is all yours!"

Seeing Xu Yuanqing's expression grow more menacing, the man spoke again.

Only then did Xu Yuanqing nod in satisfaction.

"Go on."

"First, focus on cooking well; even this 0.1 credit needs to be secured."

"Money, after all, accumulates over time."

His gaze towards the man grew increasingly satisfied.

The man chuckled and returned to the kitchen, continuing his busy clanging and banging.

This simple exchange between the veteran student and Xu Yuanqing, however, left everyone present bewildered.

They knew this man.

He was the top student from the last cohort in Zhen'an Province and joined Mo Pavilion Academy with an overwhelming dominance.

He exuded an air of invincibility.

Back then, how proud and unrestrained he was!

He was hailed as a future super genius, and nobody doubted that.

Even now, if you searched the news, you could find his photo displaying his wild smile.

A young hero.

But...

Now, here he was, wearing an apron, wielding a burning stick, with a sycophantic expression. What was this all about?

Could five credits really make a super genius bow so deeply?

And bow so completely?

Was this the collapse of morality or the erosion of human nature?

But if one were to say he had fallen off...

Judging by the speed of his action and the fact that he didn't emit any energy, he was at least at the fourth awakening.

One year...

Fourth awakening.

Even possibly Fifth Awakening.

The super genius was still a super genius...

Everyone was greatly shocked.

Xu Yuanqing looked at them with a smile: "Gentlemen, anyone else feeling rebellious?"

"I just happen to be..."

"Selecting a batch to weed out."

"To avoid wasting time."

This time, however, everyone maintained silence.

Dead silence.

From this, it was evident that Zhao Zicheng was quite slick.

Normally a chatterbox.

But in such a situation, he could hold his tongue, not uttering a word.

It was Yu Sheng who suddenly stepped forward: "Teacher, may I ask... can I be selected directly without undergoing an assessment?"

Seeing Yu Sheng's impulsive move, Zhao Zicheng was startled and tugged at Yu Sheng's sleeve from behind.

But Yu Sheng seemed as if he hadn't noticed.

He looked earnestly at Xu Yuanqing.

"You are... um... Yu Sheng?"

Xu Yuanqing recalled for a moment before asking.

Yu Sheng nodded.

"I know you, the one from Sin City, right?"

"Congratulations, you are now an official student of Mo Pavilion Academy."

Xu Yuanqing nodded as he said this in front of everyone.

Everyone: ?????

They had thought they had a good grasp of the rules at Mo Pavilion Academy, but now... they realized they knew nothing at all.

Yu Sheng was not surprised by this outcome.

He simply took a small remote control and walked to the side.

On the remote, there was a red button.

This button...

It was large.