. Wang Sheng pondered for a moment and replied, "In our academy, compared to spirit masters with beast spirits, there are very few, let alone those with powerful weapon spirits like swords. Looking across the entire Notting Academy, only the dean possesses a sword spirit. Oh, and it's said that the new dean's spirit is also a sword, but I don't know if that's true."
Ning Chuan nodded; he had seen Louise's sword spirit.
"Then do you know where I can borrow money?"
Besides learning swordsmanship, Ning Chuan also needed to meet his basic needs; after all, Old Tom wasn't wealthy.
"No one will lend money to us part-time students, unless you go to a casino. But borrowing money from a place like that is like signing a contract to sell your body. They're loan sharks, and the interest is said to be several times higher than the principal. If you don't pay back on time, they'll capture you and sell you as a slave. Not even the teachers at the academy can save you."
Wang Sheng spoke with lingering fear, as if he had seen such a thing before.
"Is that so?" Ning Chuan pondered, wondering how he could maximize his profits. Get more money. Since someone else was taking the blame, what was there to fear?
In the Notting College infirmary,
Tang San had already woken up.
He didn't know why, but for no apparent reason, he felt as if he'd been punched and then fainted.
When he woke, he felt excruciating pain all over his body.
He didn't understand what had happened, but
fortunately, good and bad went hand in hand. In the infirmary, he not only reunited with the master who had been injured by the Headmaster, but was also impressed by his profound knowledge and became his disciple.
"So, it was Ning Chuan who really touched the Headmaster's butt?"
Yu Xiaogang learned from Tang San about Ning Chuan's groping of the Headmaster.
Of course, they didn't know how the system worked, and simply assumed that, excluding the two children and the two elderly people without spirit power, Yu Xiaogang was the man closest to the Headmaster, leading to the misunderstanding.
Tang San nodded, then heard Yu Xiaoan say, "It seems that child's intentions are somewhat devious."
"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you."
Tang San's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Before, he and Yu Xiaoan had no relationship, which was fine, but now they were master and disciple. As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father.
Ning Chuan had framed his teacher, which was already a recipe for death.
Yu Xiaoan thought Tang San was going to prove his innocence, but he shook his head helplessly and said, "No need. Even if you explain to others, no one will believe you. On the contrary, it will completely infuriate the dean. Besides, it's not the first time that teachers have been misunderstood by the world. After all, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength is still respected. Xiao San, I hope you will always remember this."
"I will remember, teacher."
Tang San listened to Yu Xiaoan's teachings with fascination.
At that moment, a crisp voice rang out from outside, "Is this the infirmary?"
As the words fell, a pretty little girl with scorpion braids stood in the doorway. She looked about six years old, slightly taller than Tang San. Her pretty face was rosy and tender, like a ripe peach. Though bruised, it didn't detract from her overall beauty, making one want to take a bite.
Tang San looked at the girl, his eyes suddenly widening.
Meanwhile, at the same time Tang San and Xiao Wu were meeting, Ning Chuan had already changed into a blue student uniform and arrived at the largest underground casino in Notting City:
the Dali Casino.
Students from the junior spirit master academy were highly sought after in the casino, as they often fetched a good price.
Therefore, the owner of the Dali Casino, Brother Dao, known in the Notting City underworld as "Three Thousand Lives," personally met with him.
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"You want to borrow 100,000 gold soul coins from me?"
"Yes, 100,000 gold soul coins."
"100,000 gold soul coins is a lot. What's your collateral?"
Ning Chuan feigned a silly smile. "Brother Dao, I'm desperately in need of the money. The master from Notting Academy said he won't accept me as his disciple if I don't pay 100,000 in tuition."
"So it's that master?" Brother Dao, a local tyrant in Notting City, naturally knew about Yu Xiaogang.
He was a man with a profoundly low talent, yet a self-righteous self.
He hadn't expected that fame-seeking fellow to demand 100,000 gold soul coins just to avoid accepting this child as his disciple. Wasn't that a clear embarrassment?
But it was all the better. If they hadn't embarrassed the child, how would he have found them?
This delicate creature, with its natural talent as a soul master, would surely fetch a high price if sold at auction as a slave to one of those noble ladies.
Following the principle of ripping off as many as possible, Brother Dao said, "You can't borrow 100,000 gold soul coins."
Ning Chuan: "Why?"
He planned to let Tang San bear the side effects anyway, so he might as well lend more to make the effects more severe.
Unexpectedly, Brother Dao refused.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a symbol of a refined villain, and lectured the child before him.
"You said you're just a student at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy. When you came in, you took your innate soul power test and it was only level five. We're all the same price at this level. So you can only borrow 5,000. But don't worry. That idiotic master won't actually take 100,000 gold soul coins from you. 5,000 is more than enough."
Ning Chuan: "5,000 isn't enough, Brother Dao. You have to lend me more, no matter what."
Brother Dao hesitated. "Alright, for your teacher's sake, I'll add another 5,000, making 10,000."
Brother Dao opened his office drawer, revealing stacks of gold cards marked with 1,000, 5,000, and even 10,000. He pulled out a 10,000 gold card.
"I won't say any more. Remember to pay me back on time."
Ten thousand wasn't enough.
Ning Chuan: "Brother Dao, at worst, I can sign a contract to sell myself, and you can lend me some more. I'm thinking of buying my teacher another storage soul device. If I can afford ten thousand gold soul coins and a storage soul device, I'm sure the master will accept me as his disciple."
A contract to sell myself?
Brother Dao's eyes lit up. His original intention was to lend the money first, then collect the debt. If the boy couldn't pay it back, he'd just sell him off.
However, there would undoubtedly be many obstacles along the way.
After all, the dean and teachers at Notting Academy were no pushovers.
"Well, it's rare that you're so kind. This soul device ring can store a lot of things. Brother Dao will be a good person today. I'll give it to you for a bargain of ninety thousand gold soul coins."
Brother Dao said, pulling out another drawer and taking out a black gemstone ring. Actually, the ring wasn't worth ninety thousand, or even nine thousand. It was just a low-level storage soul device, with a mere one cubic meter of storage space.