Ye Sheng the Old Timer

"Nonsense! Xiao Ning'er is my fiancée, what business is it of yours? You must be crazy for women!" Shen Fei stood up, clutching his dagger, veins bulging on his face. He glared at Chang Ping, his eyes seemingly capable of killing.

"Bang!"

Chang Ping suddenly fired a shot, hitting Shen Fei's dagger. With a "ding," the dagger flew out of his hand.

Shen Fei looked at his torn hand and felt a great fear. He hadn't expected this strange weapon to be so loud and powerful. If it had hit his forehead, it would have likely blown off his skull.

"What did you say? Say it again, I want to hear it?" Chang Ping blew on the smoke rising from the barrel.

A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him.

"You got lucky!" Shen Fei glared venomously at Chang Ping, clutching his split hand, tucking his tail between his legs, and pushing through the gawking students, he fled shamefully.

"Young Master Shen, wait for me!"

"Kid, you're in big trouble!"

"Prepare to face the wrath of the Sacred Family!"

The noble youths also ran off.

Chang Ping tucked the Desert Eagle back into his pocket and snorted dismissively.

He'd never heard of a fly stinging anyone!

"Young hero, you should run!"

"That's right, you hit Shen Fei, and the Sacred Family will never let this go. You should find a place to hide quickly."

"The Family Head of the Sacred Family, Shen Hong, is a peak Black Gold Demon Spirit Master. His strength is second only to the Legendary Demon Spirit Master Ye Mo and the City Lord. He's not someone you can deal with. Moreover, they have four Black Gold warriors in their family. Impulsiveness is the devil, young man, be careful in your next life!"

The onlookers spontaneously expressed their worry.

"A mere Black Gold expert, I don't put them in my eyes!" Chang Ping snorted coldly. It wouldn't be long before he became a Legendary warrior. If the Sacred Family dared to cause trouble, he guaranteed they would never return! Blood would be spilled on the spot!

"What happened, Old Yang? Why are so many people gathered at the school gate?" Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out.

Chang Ping turned and saw an old man with white hair and a youthful complexion who had appeared behind him at some point.

Ye Sheng?

Chang Ping recognized him; he was the Vice Dean of Saint Orchid Academy.

The gatekeeper recounted the entire incident to Ye Sheng, who narrowed his eyes, a hint of solemnity flashing across his face.

It's over! Ye Sheng probably fears getting himself involved and won't let me join Saint Orchid Academy, Chang Ping guessed inwardly.

He snorted and turned to leave.

If this place doesn't want me, another will!

"Wait a moment! Aren't you trying to join Saint Orchid Academy? Why are you leaving?" Ye Sheng called out to Chang Ping.

"I hit Shen Fei, will you let me join?" Chang Ping stopped, asking without turning his head.

Ye Sheng chuckled, "As long as your talent is adequate and you can afford the tuition, what reason would I have to turn you away?"

"So, I can join Saint Orchid Academy?" Chang Ping turned around and asked with a smile.

The reason he was so eager to join the academy was not only to see his dream lover but also to obtain a supreme treasure.

"As long as you can pass the talent test," Ye Sheng replied with a smile, stroking his beard.

Although the Three Great Peak Families maintained outward harmony, their internal struggles were fierce, especially between the Snowy Wind Family and the Sacred Family.

The Family Head of the Sacred Family had always coveted the City Lord's position and tried every means to oust the Family Head of the Snowy Wind Family. He had almost succeeded several times.

Ye Sheng, being a member of the Snowy Wind Family, naturally welcomed seeing the Sacred Family stumble. He not only wanted to protect Chang Ping now but also to recommend him to a prominent figure in his clan, making him a thorn forever lodged in the heart of the Sacred Family.

"Let's go! Let's start the test! I can't wait!"

To the astonishment of the crowd, Chang Ping, whom they had already condemned to death, swaggered into Saint Orchid Academy.

"Holy crap! What's going on?"

"This reckless kid must be Vice Dean Ye Sheng's illegitimate son, otherwise, why would he be so protective of him?"

"Cousin, did you see? The young hero avenged you! If you're watching from the heavens, you must bless him to pass the test! Good people shouldn't have bad endings!"

Shaded path, dewdrops on green leaves.

"Young man, could you let this old man take a look at your weapon?" Ye Sheng suddenly said.

"Of course!" Chang Ping took out the Desert Eagle, removed the magazine, and handed it to Ye Sheng.

One should not harbor ill intentions, but one must guard against them.

What if this old fellow fancies his Desert Eagle and decides to silence him and destroy the evidence? He'd be in trouble.

However, having read novels, comics, and watched anime, he knew Ye Sheng likely wasn't that kind of person.

Ye Sheng held the Desert Eagle, turning it over and over, studying it for a long time.

"I never imagined such an exquisite weapon could exist in this world! May I ask where you obtained this item, young friend?"

Young friend?

Chang Ping's brow twitched. What does this old guy want by trying to get friendly with me?

"A friend gave it to me! What, do you want one too, old timer?"

"Can I?" Ye Sheng looked eager to try.

"Fifty million Demon Spirit Coins each!" Chang Ping held out his right hand, then added, "Non-negotiable!"

Fifty million? That's highway robbery! The most expensive Silver Weapons on the market only cost one million Demon Spirit Coins!

Ye Sheng was startled and hastily shoved the Desert Eagle back into Chang Ping's hand.

Broke bum!

Chang Ping snorted softly, reinserted the magazine into the gun, and tucked it back into his pocket.

He had even undersold it at fifty million Demon Spirit Coins! This was a firearm with unlimited ammunition!

Besides, the Desert Eagle had cost him five thousand Strength Value. At eight Strength Value per minute, how long would it take him to earn that back?

Time is money, understand, old man?

Perhaps scared witless by Chang Ping's greed, Ye Sheng didn't say another word along the way.

Testing room.

Two machines, each taller than a person, stood in the empty room.

One resembled a witch's magic crystal, the other a multimeter for measuring voltage, current, and resistance.

"Let's test your Soul Force first," Ye Sheng said, pointing at the crystal. "Place your palm on the Soul Crystal, concentrate, and slowly inject your Soul Force into it."

Chang Ping nodded and followed Ye Sheng's instructions for the test.

One, two, three...

Tiny points of light jumped out from the crystal.

"Although your Soul Force is a bit low, your blue Soul Sea is extremely rare. Test passed! You can go directly to the Demon Spirit Master Beginner Class!" Ye Sheng was overjoyed internally but didn't show it on his face.

There were seven colors for the Soul Sea: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. According to the experience accumulated by the City of Radiance over hundreds of years, the further down the color spectrum, the stronger the Talent for cultivating Soul Force.

Red could at most reach Bronze, orange could at most reach Silver, yellow could at most reach Gold, green could at most reach Black Gold, and cyan could at most reach Legendary.

The only Legendary Demon Spirit Master in the City of Radiance, Master Ye Mo, had a cyan Soul Sea.

"This kid's Talent is actually stronger than Master Ye Mo's! I've really struck gold this time!" Ye Sheng was very glad he hadn't given up on Chang Ping just now.