Old Coin Headmaster

Early morning. Fang Che walked into the Martial Academy.

He was greeted by countless gazes.

Whether they were Fourth-Year Students or his peers, now in the Martial Academy, everyone knew his name.

Especially that signature Black Dark Gold Dark Pattern Cloak, everyone recognized it.

Seeing from afar, the leisurely and elegant fluttering of the robe, the starlight that refracted in the sunlight and disappeared in an instant, all represented, well, Young Master Fang is here!

As Fang Che walked, everyone followed, Fang Che had a gentle expression, very polite, and walked towards the arena together.

As they walked, someone suddenly asked, "Fang Che, do you feel good about killing Ximen Xuri?"

The person said it with a smile, as if joking.

Fang Che stopped and turned to look at the person, his eyes instantly turning cold.

The cold gaze made the person feel uncomfortable instantly, forcing a smile and saying, "I'm just joking..."

Fang Che said coldly, "If one day, I kill you, I will answer this question!"

The person was immediately embarrassed, and then turned into anger, "Just a joke, do you have to be so serious?"

Fang Che raised his head, looking down at this guy, his voice was very light, but with a strong oppressive force: "Sorry, I don't joke. Please don't joke with me in the future! I can't take jokes."

The person's face turned blue and white, and suddenly snorted, "What's so great about it!"

He turned and left.

Fang Qingyun advised, "Cousin, why bother? There's nothing wrong with a joke. Be gentle, being so sharp will make you suffer."

As Fang Che walked, he said seriously, "Cousin, this is exactly what I want to say to you. Being gentle is naturally good. But you must have sharpness and temper."

"If you are always gentle, others will be unscrupulous in front of you. Even some jokes without limits, they dare to make casually."

"But if you are sharp, when others know you have a bad temper, at most they will say a few bad words about you behind your back, but when they are in front of you, they will not dare to be presumptuous! Because they know that you have a bad temper and will not indulge them!"

Fang Che said seriously, "Cousin, you are too gentle, your temper is too good, you will suffer!"

Fang Qingyun was stunned.

Thinking of the education he had received since childhood: do things well, be a good person, don't cause trouble, don't make mistakes, be kind to others, and you will be rewarded...

And he did exactly that.

So he had a large group of friends, but honestly, besides taking from him, did most people have any respect for him?

After eating and drinking for a few years, who has ever reciprocated? Instead, they gave their specialties to those top-ranked geniuses in the class, and those people didn't even pay attention to them.

And those geniuses accepted it calmly, as if it was a matter of course, even... looking down on them.

And he, as the one who gave the most and was the closest, got nothing in return.

After thinking for a while, Fang Qingyun sighed, suddenly feeling some enlightenment.

"Too honest, too gentle, too good-tempered, you'll suffer losses."

Is that so?

Fang Qingyun felt somewhat lost.

As they continued on their way, sure enough, everyone's expressions changed somewhat.

They all felt that this Fang Che was a pretty good guy, but... it turned out that his gentle exterior was all an illusion.

He actually had quite a temper.

That face was just a curtain.

He could pull it down whenever he wanted.

They all labeled Fang Che as 'not easy to provoke' and 'bad-tempered, turns his face at the drop of a hat.'

All of this, of course, was deliberately done by Fang Che.

Fang Che didn't need a gentle persona.

These past few days, he had felt that he was too approachable, with too many so-called friends. This wouldn't do; it wasn't conducive to his identity. He was looking for an opportunity to blow up, and this guy just jumped out without a clue.

Asking such a sensitive question, too.

Fang Che immediately blew up!

Sure enough, the area around him instantly became much quieter.

This display of temper, disguised as a malicious joke, also deterred some people who genuinely wanted to be friends.

To this, Fang Che could only say silently in his heart: My surroundings are too dangerous! The price of being my friend is too high!

Below the arena, there were fewer people now; at least a quarter of the spectators had left.

These... ahem, were all heartbroken people.

Most of those who remained had bet on Qiu Yunshang, Xie Gongping, and Huo Churan; as for those who bet on Jing Shuanggao and Rain Song... there really weren't many.

On the other hand, the Red Powder Army who had bet on Fang Che had an even greater momentum.

Many of these women were the type who 'didn't care if they lost,' but they didn't expect to actually win.

This kind of unexpected joy was enough to make people happy.

So they called their friends to come and watch, and to share their joy.

In this short period of time, countless meals had been promised between girlfriends...

Meanwhile, White Cloud Martial Academy was urgently searching through the data.

Who hadn't participated in betting from beginning to end.

Who not only didn't bet, but also didn't even show up from beginning to end.

Among those who didn't show up, who was burying themselves in cultivation.

Who is neglecting their duties?

Who participated in the betting from beginning to end, and who were the organizers and analysis experts?

Who won, and who lost the most completely...

All of this must be recorded.

"As martial artists, some excitement is fine to watch, but some excitement comes with a price!"

This is Headmaster Gao Qingyu's approach to education.

"Some lessons can't be remembered just by talking about them."

"So, they must know the consequences!"

"As students of the Martial Academy, what does the New Student Tournament have to do with them? Not thinking about improving themselves, just watching the excitement is one thing, but to be so greedy!"

"If they don't learn a lesson, they'll never know how formidable I am!"

"Immediately after the New Student Tournament, organize the Fourth-Year Students assessment! Use the first day of the new students' enrollment as the standard. Anyone who hasn't improved will be penalized two points! Those whose cultivation and ranking have regressed will have five points deducted!"

"I'll let them watch the excitement! I'll let them bet!"

Gao Qingyu's gaunt face was full of determination.

Huang Yifan drooped his head listlessly to the side, saying, "But this betting was organized by the school."

"So what if the school organized it?"

Gao Qingyu said, "The right of interpretation belongs to the school! The school only allowed it, but didn't make them participate! It only said they could bet, but who told them to lose everything they had?"

Huang Yifan sighed deeply, "When cultured people turn rogue... it's simply outrageous."

"What about Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi?"

Huang Yifan asked.

Lu Jiaoshan stood up and said, "There was a reason for this matter, how can you blame Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi?"

To the side, Supervisor Meng Chizheng, who had been silent all along, raised his head and said faintly, "The student died tragically right in front of them, and they were as indifferent as wooden stakes. Dean Lu, do you think they have no responsibility in this matter?"

"They have some responsibility, but there's no need to punish them severely."

"Such a serious mistake is worthy of expulsion, are we just going to scold them lightly and let it go? Wouldn't that be too lenient?"

Lu Jiaoshan's face turned red with anger, "Supervisor Meng, what do you mean? Are you going to expel our two backbone instructors for this non-mistake?"

Meng Chizheng remained unmoved, saying, "Dean Lu, if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. Otherwise, how will our White Cloud Martial Academy face the judgment of the world?!"

Headmaster Gao Qingyu waved his hand with a headache, "This matter will be discussed later!"

Lu Jiaoshan and Meng Chizheng were about to stand up and speak.

But Gao Qingyu had already stood up, "Meeting adjourned!"

"Headmaster!"

Lu Jiaoshan and Meng Chizheng spoke at the same time.

Shan Zhang Gao Qingyu turned around and said grimly, "Or would you two like to sit in this Headmaster's seat?"

"We wouldn't dare!"

"Hmph, wouldn't dare? I think you dare very much! I even thought you two were already the Headmasters! Look at you, arrogant and domineering, is this a meeting! Do you think this is a gang of hoodlums fighting over territory? Do you have any manners?! Do you have any semblance of being teachers?!"

Gao Qingyu caught the two of them and scolded them until goosebumps popped up on their scalps, finally cursing fiercely, "No organization! No discipline! No respect for superiors! Ranting in court! Contradicting superiors! Acting without authorization! You two have lived all these years in vain!"

Everyone clearly saw that this famous Old Coin Headmaster was once again taking the opportunity to act like a hooligan.

Those who knew better kept silent.

It had to be said that over the years, many difficult problems at White Cloud Martial Academy had been resolved by the Headmaster acting like this.

Since the Headmaster had started acting like a hooligan, he would scold them for a while, then leave in a huff, leaving everything for later...

So, as soon as everyone saw the Headmaster's face, they immediately felt relieved.

Sure enough.

After Gao Qingyu scolded them, he roared, "I'll be the death of you sooner or later! None of you are easy to deal with."

Clutching his chest, "My heart... cough cough cough..."

"Medicine! Medicine! Medicine!"

Gao Qingyu disappeared in a flash.

Just as expected!

Huang Yifan muttered to himself, somewhat disgruntled.

"Having culture, brains, and knowing how to act like a hooligan is really good... unfortunately, I can't learn it..."

On the arena.

Another fierce battle.

Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuanggao were going back and forth, both battered and bruised, still fighting.

Fang Che stared intently.

The cultivation of these two guys should be around the peak of Martial Master Second Grade, slightly lower than Mo Ganyun.

And their combat power is slightly inferior to Mo Ganyun.

The championship is secure! But another thought arose in his mind: Jing Shuanggao had concealed his cultivation earlier? Why conceal his cultivation?

Since he concealed his cultivation, but now reveals it, wouldn't the previous concealment be meaningless?

Unless... this kid has the same purpose as me.

Both want to be dark horses in this New Student Competition! So, I have countless purposes for doing this, what could be Jing Shuanggao's reason? Which side is this guy on? Fang Che's mind quickly changed direction: That Qiu Yunshang, should not be a member of the Sole True Sect.

But this Jing Shuanggao is fighting Qiu Yunshang so fiercely? Insisting on knocking the other down? And that Rain Song, getting stronger when facing stronger opponents, all the way to the current bye, his strength must not be weaker than Qiu Yunshang and others.

What is that guy's background? In Fang Che's eyes, a trace of coldness appeared.

The battle between the two ended with Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuanggao both suffering injuries.

When Jing Shuanggao fell to the ground, Qiu Yunshang stood swaying, refusing to fall no matter what!

"Qiu Yunshang wins, advancing to the top four!"

The referee's decision brought the battle to an end.

Then came Huo Churan and Xie Gongping.

According to the rules, the two needed to fight again.

The other two groups had already won!

It was impossible to make them fight another match just because the two of you couldn't decide a winner! So, the two who hadn't fully recovered stood on the arena once more.

After exhausting themselves and being evenly matched, the next battle was about perseverance, mental strength, and foundation!

The two guys fought bitterly for another half an hour! Huo Churan suddenly erupted, using a set of extremely strange palm techniques to defeat Xie Gongping.

But the referee's face immediately became clouded with worry.

There was an inexplicable, strange flavor to Huo Churan's palm techniques.

The instructors, who had been fighting the Sole True Sect for many years, all felt a faint sense of unease.

Although they had never seen it and had no evidence, they just felt uncomfortable seeing it.

Their eyes revealed a look of disgust—this was precisely why Fang Che absolutely refused to use the Blood Spirit Seven Styles in battle.

That was the Sect Leader of the Demonic Sect's trump card, and the number of righteous people who had died under the Blood Spirit Seven Styles was already countless.

If Fang Che revealed it