"Impossible!"
Jin Kai angrily uttered a curse and turned to leave.
He had only taken two steps when the principal stopped him.
"As a witness to your life-or-death duel, I have an obligation to honor the bet between you both. Jin Kai, if you choose to break the agreement, from this moment on, you are no longer my student, Yuan Wu. Not only that, I will also hold a press conference to publicly announce your Jin family's breach of the life-or-death duel agreement. At that time, we'll see if your Jin family, and even your grandfather Jin Changfeng, can afford to lose face!"
Upon hearing this, Jin Kai's face turned pale. If the principal really did that, his Jin Family would surely be infamous, and even if his grandfather loved him dearly, he would be furious and punish him.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you right now!"
With such a large stakes involved, Jin Kai naturally obtained Jin Changfeng's consent.
The reason the grandfather and grandson dared to gamble was because they were certain that Jiang Fan was doomed to lose to Jin Yi, so they didn't care how big the bet was.
Unexpectedly, Jin Yi not only lost, but also died on the stage.
He needed to hurry back and tell his grandfather about this, so that his grandfather could avenge Jin Yi.
The principal handed Jiang Fan a box containing five hundred Qi and Blood Raw Stone and five hundred Body Restoration Pill, saying, "Go back and rest to recover quickly."
"Um."
Jiang Fan nodded, put the spoils into his spatial ring, and then headed towards the dormitory.
Wang Yao caught up with him, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the wound on his back.
"Your wound on the back looks quite serious; it wasn't caused by an ordinary weapon, was it?"
Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he replied in a distant tone, "I don't think we're that close, are we?"
"How can you say that? I'm Xiao Sanjin's cousin, and you're Xiao Sanjin's best friend. How can you say we're not close? Besides, I'm just concerned about you."
"Thank you, but I don't need your concern. I need to go back and rest."
"Oh dear, don't be so cold and heartless. Your injuries look really serious. Come on, take off your clothes, let me treat you."
As Wang Yao spoke, she reached out and grabbed Jiang Fan's clothes, intending to lift them up.
Jiang Fan reacted swiftly, grabbing Wang Yao's wrist and staring coldly at her with icy eyes before tossing her hand aside.
This scene was quite unbelievable to the Little Turtle. Having known Wang Yao for so long, this was the first time it had seen someone so indifferent to her.
Hmm... it's not the first time, is it? The master doesn't seem too interested either, but he's not as cold and indifferent as Jiang Fan.
Wang Yao gazed thoughtfully at Jiang Fan's departing figure, unable to look away for a long time.
It wasn't until the fat man's voice sounded behind her that her thoughts were pulled back.
"Grandpa, why are you so concerned about Brother Fan's injuries?"
The fat man looked at Wang Yao with a strange expression, then glanced at Jiang Fan, who had already walked away, and felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
Before Wang Yao could answer, the fat man couldn't help but speak again.
"Well, I know Brother Fan is incredibly handsome, but he's only 17. By month, he's not even as old as me."
The fat man had barely finished speaking when he received a hard flick on the forehead.
"What nonsense are you talking about? That person is the only one in my heart, okay?"
Wang Yao glared at the fat man, annoyed. "I just felt that the wound on his back was unusual; it didn't look like it was caused by an ordinary alloy weapon."
The fat man covered his head, and upon hearing what his ancestor said, he seemed to have realized something.
"Could it be that Brother Fan wanted so many Body Restoration Pill because of this?"
As he spoke, something else came to mind, and his beady eyes widened instantly.
Speaking of that Advanced Psychic who appeared in the Zhou Family Secret Realm, wasn't he injured by Pseudo Spirit Weapon?
besides!
When the other person lifted their mask, he saw a corner revealing their chin and mouth, and it looked a lot like Brother Fan.
"No way? It really is Brother Fan! But Brother Fan couldn't possibly be Advanced Psychic. Even if he's hiding the fact that he's Spirit Master, at his age, he couldn't possibly be Advanced Psychic! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The fat man shook his head three times in disbelief and horror as he spoke.
Seeing this, Wang Yao looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"You have quite the imagination. You've seen his portraits and photos before, how could they possibly be the same person?"
"By the way, isn't the Church of Justice talking about some kind of Holy Lord reincarnation? Do you think that Holy Lord might actually have been reincarnated?" The fat man's imagination ran wild as he thought of this.
Wang Yao said with certainty, "He won't die, so how could he be reincarnated?"
"But I remember you once said that the Holy Lord wasn't Spirit Master. As everyone knows, Spirit Master is an innate talent, something that can't be cultivated later in life. If there's no reincarnation—of course, I'm not saying that Brother Fan is anyone's reincarnation. I'm just saying this because I think that the Advanced Psychic in the Zhou Family Secret Realm isn't the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice," the fat man analyzed.
Wang Yao looked proud and smug. "His abilities and supernatural powers are beyond the comprehension of a mere boy like you. Others cannot become Spirit Master through cultivation, but he—he is omnipotent."
Well...
Looking at Wang Yao's proud and blindly worshipful expression, the fat man opened his mouth, but feeling the lingering pain on his forehead from the flick, he ultimately shut his mouth and swallowed all his complaints.
As soon as Jiang Fan returned to his dormitory, he immediately called the Crazy Old Man.
The moment the call connected, a teasing voice rang out.
"My disciple never comes here without a reason. So, what is it?"
Jiang Fan didn't bother with pleasantries with the Crazy Old Man and went straight to the point. "Do you have any body-refining techniques?"
The loss he suffered on the arena just now made Jiang Fan deeply realize the domineering nature of body tempering.
The Crazy Old Man was just about to drink when he suddenly heard this sentence, and his mouth twitched violently.
"Hey! You're a mage, not a tank! It was one thing to be climbing mountains and charging ahead with a big sword, but now you're even thinking about body tempering? Your physical strength is already far beyond that of your peers, okay?"
"But if they encounter Martial Artist specializes in body tempering, they are still inferior," Jiang Fan said.
The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes speechlessly. "I understand your desire to become a jack-of-all-trades warrior. You're young and impetuous, and I was like that back then. But a person's energy is limited. You want your Martial Artist strength to advance by leaps and bounds, and you want to cultivate your Psychic Power, your Soul Power, and your body all at once. Do you think that's possible? Don't you understand the principle of not trying to do too much at once?"
Jiang Fan ignored the Crazy Old Man's lecture.
"I must refine my body!"
Hearing Jiang Fan's resolute words, the Crazy Old Man vaguely sensed something unusual.
After a two-second silence, he tentatively asked, "You suffered a loss against Martial Artist specializes in body tempering?"