Meng Shenji glanced at him.
"The bracelet is worth less than twenty thousand at most. The Empire's subsidy alone gives you one hundred Gold Soul Coins a month. If you win a match at the Great Soul Arena, you can earn several hundred at most.
"You have no bad habits, and the Academy subsidizes up to fifty percent of your cultivation resources. You must have saved up some money over the years.
"If you borrow from a bank, you can get at most a few thousand. With your strength, you'll repay it in a few days. There won't be any pressure..."
Meng Shenji narrowed his eyes.
"Privately opening a betting pool and deceiving your teachers..."
"After the match ends, I'll personally assess you."
"No, Commissioner Meng!!"
Osler was truly about to cry now, howling miserably, "I won't dare do it again!"
"I won't dare..."
But Meng Shenji had already vanished from where he stood. Beneath the tree, which had been lively just a minute ago, only one dejected figure remained.
"Wuwuwu..."
Osler held the two Gold Soul Coins in his hands.
Wuwu... Why am I so miserable...
"Wuwu... I'm so miserable..."
Several hundred meters away stood three enormous hundred-meter trees, spaced dozens of meters apart and growing side by side. They resembled dawn redwoods, their bark rough and vertically ridged.
Like three straight emerald spears,
they pierced into the clouds.
Meng Shenji's figure silently appeared atop the branches beside Bai Baoshan and Zhilin.
The Academy had repeatedly emphasized that such corrupt practices were forbidden.
He never went easy on ordinary students when he caught them slacking off. Yet Osler, as a member of the Imperial Team, actually dared to involve himself in such crooked practices.
And he had dared to do it so openly, right under his nose.
The boy