Su Miu felt that Mo Fan's plan to fleece every freshman of their resources was utterly unreliable.
Wouldn't that make him public enemy number one, hated wherever he went? In the end, he turned it down.
"Forget it. I'll let you count me as one of your wins when the time comes. I don't want the whole academy cursing me out and shunning me..."
"All right. Just don't come crying to me with regrets later."
Mo Fan didn't push him. As for being shunned by the whole academy, he wasn't afraid of that.
After all, what could be scarier than being poor? What choice do I have? My life's rough. I've had enough of being broke.
As for Mu Ningxue? Her reputation couldn't have been worse. Her family had produced both a Black Robed Cleric, Mu Yuang, and the Grand Deacon Hu Jin, Mu He.
She had no reputation left to speak of. If Su Miu hadn't taken her in, she probably would have had nowhere to go.
And so, a peaceful day passed amid their idle chatter. Before long, the Freshman Beast Fighting Competition arrived. Su Miu headed to the spectator stands and happened to greet Dean Xiao.
"Hey! Dean Xiao, long time no see."
"So it's you, Su Miu. You took the cultivation resources for every department, then immediately requested a year's leave. You even missed the assessment for admission to the Main Campus. Quite something, aren't you?"
Dean Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. He could also sense the aura of Intermediate Level 3 coming from Su Miu. Clearly, the young man had been cultivating throughout the past year; otherwise, his cultivation couldn't have advanced so quickly.
"Oh, come on. I was poor, so I went demon hunting. You know how it is. Mages from humble backgrounds like