Du Chuan sneered coldly. "What a joke. You can't even do anything to me as you are now. Do you think I'll be afraid of you just because you turn into a ghost? Enough nonsense. I'll count to ten. If you still can't decide by then, I, Du, will take action."
"One, two... eight..."
"Wait!"
Meng Fu called out, "Old Chen, give them half. If we don't send these evil ghosts away, we'll never know a day's peace."
The people of the Co-learning Society were consumed by grief and anger, but they could only accept it. When you were weaker than your opponent, even the strongest arguments were useless.
It seemed Zhao Gan had been tricked, but in truth, from the very beginning, they had been fish on someone else's chopping block, at the mercy of others.
They might as well hand over half and put an end to this chaos.
"Wait!"
Xu Yi stepped forward and called out, "Don't we have a steward? What about Steward Hu, who's in charge of testing the disciples? Isn't he going to uphold justice? Let's find Steward Hu!"
"Hahaha..."
"Ow, my stomach! Where did this guy crawl out from?"
"Find Golden-haired Hu? Heavens!"
"..."
The people from the Righteous Qi Society and True Desire Society all laughed themselves silly.
The members of the Co-learning Society were furious, but their faces also showed embarrassment.
Du Chuan laughed, clapping his hands. "Good, good. You want to call Steward Hu? Since you've said so, how could I not grant your request?"
As he spoke, he took out a bead, activated its restriction, and said a few words to it. Before long, a figure came hurtling over.
A fat man emerged from the mist—a rare sight among cultivators. Not only was he fat, he was also dressed