As he spoke, another storage ring appeared in Xu Yi's palm. His thoughts entered it, and in an instant, a mass of origin pills appeared in midair, held aloft by his spiritual energy and arranged in neat rows, each one clearly visible. There were exactly one hundred.
He tossed the storage ring into the crowd of Room Thirty-Six students. "Everyone, take a look. Is there anything else left inside?"
Soon, the storage ring had made its way through the students' hands. A storm of furious curses erupted.
"Well, well, South Academy! What a shameless academy! When you gave Zhang Junyue that storage ring earlier, I thought you at least knew how to show some courtesy. Who the hell knew you were just robbing us in broad daylight? You bunch of bastards!"
"One hundred origin pills. Now that's real generosity! One hundred origin pills could buy me three days' rations at the Exchange Hall. Ha! I've really had my eyes opened today."
"Honestly, if you'd just robbed us outright, I'd have accepted it. But after robbing us, you spit in our faces too? You really think we're made of clay?"
"Room Chief Zhang, don't tell me you took that storage ring without ever putting your thoughts inside it, so you had no idea what was in there?"
"How could he not know? It's probably just like Xu Yi said. They were in on it together. Zhang here is a traitor to Room Thirty-Six, and Qi Hui, Tong Pu, and Long Gang are his lackeys. With Supervisor Hong here, we demand a new room chief!"
"..."
Gradually, the curses converged into a single demand: a new room chief.
The four men—Zhang Junyue and the others—went pale. The fury in their hearts had turned entirely to fear.
They had never imagined that things