The afternoon after the Myriad Beast Demonic Sect course ended.
Inside the classroom, all fifty-one students sat in their seats, waiting for True Man Bao to arrive, their hearts full of anticipation and unease.
The anticipation naturally came from the credits they would earn once the wager was settled.
Their unease, meanwhile, stemmed from the moral pressure of investing in the Demonic Cult.
Although modern society tolerated all lawful demonic sects, Yuan Sect's actions were, to put it mildly, a little shady.
Would True Man Bao scold them over that?
With those conflicting feelings weighing on him, the slightly plump True Man Bao strode into the classroom and took his place at the podium.
As he met the students' expectant gazes, True Man Bao's own feelings were quite complicated.
Su Yuan could conceal things from those above and below him to some degree, but how could his recent moves with Yuan Sect possibly escape the Ten Great Mentors?
Swallowing up six great demonic sects, using all manner of wicked demonic pills, magical treasures, and enslavement tactics to grab everything in sight, expanding at breakneck speed, and boosting the sect's valuation—True Man Bao had seen all of these demonic deeds clearly.
His only response was... Su Yuan really was a damn genius at making money!
Yes, True Man Bao felt nothing but admiration for Su Yuan and Yuan Sect.
As a finance PhD from Wanbao Tower, True Man Bao's moral boundaries existed to be broken.
What righteous and demonic? If it made money, it was the righteous path.
Besides, everything Su Yuan had done was legal. There was nothing to criticize.
The reason his feelings were so complicated was that Su Yuan was simply too outstanding!
So outstanding that he had carried the entire class on his back.
The point of