Rules are rules; they weren't made today

Gu Yue Ling was penniless at the moment, her pockets cleaner than her face.

Not only that, she also owed two debts.

The debt to Zhu Zhuqing was easy enough to deal with. She had only helped buy some everyday necessities, which hadn't cost much.

The real problem was the money she owed Ning Rongrong. A hundred gold coins sounded like quite a lot, and it left Gu Yue Ling somewhat anxious.

She had no idea how to earn money.

But now she knew: winning a single match at the Spirit Fighting Arena would earn her ten Gold Soul Coins.

The more she won, the more she would earn. Ten wins would be enough to repay Ning Rongrong.

One more win after that would clear all her debts, with some left over.

Then she would be able to eat whatever she wanted and drink whatever she pleased.

Seeing the smile on Gu Yue Ling's face, Flender said nothing and headed off to the side.

"Dean, the entrance to the Spirit Fighting Arena is over here," Ma Hongjun reminded him, somewhat puzzled.

"Just follow me," Flender said without looking back.

The others followed in confusion, and before long, Flender led them into a deserted alley.

"Dean, what are we doing here?" Dai Mubai asked.

"Getting you something to hide your identities." Flender took several masks out of his Storage Soul Tool and explained:

"Grandmaster reminded me that having such cultivation at your age could easily attract the attention of certain interested parties. So he had me prepare these, and he also wants each of you to give yourselves an alias."

"An alias?" Dai Mubai took a mask and examined it. It was silvery white and covered most of the face, leaving only the eyes, mouth, and nose exposed. Wearing it wouldn't