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Chapter 181 Lin Mo wakes up! Chu Wange blocks the door! (Subscribe)

"Snapped!"

A slap hit He Fei's face hard, leaving a red mark.

Xing Feichen's rage almost burst through his head.

"This is what you did. Now the entire Sword Academy main hall is about to become a cesspool!"

He Fei felt the burning sensation on his cheeks. Rather than the pain, he felt more humiliated.

But he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

A few days ago, people from the Law Enforcement Hall suddenly took action and disrupted all their plans.

What the other party did was very simple. They roughly defined that the gambling betting was not reported and there were many illegal operations, so they directly blocked the gambling betting and ordered the dealer to refund all the bets...

This is simply outrageous!

Setting up gambling tables in the sect’s forum has always been an operation tacitly approved by the sect.

As for violating the rules? Which gambling house dealer doesn’t violate the rules?!

Even the sect's top leaders turned a blind eye to this and rarely interfered in these matters.

Why can the Law Enforcement Hall be closed just like that?

It would have been fine if it was just closed, but all the bets were treated as stolen money and confiscated by the Law Enforcement Hall.

Now those menial disciples were blocking the door, trying to get their bets back from them, and even clamoring on the forum for the Sword Academy to pay them back.

"This matter is not that simple."

He Fei gritted his teeth and said, "Zhai Su is from the deputy palace. It must be Feng Geng who took action."

"Of course I know it's not that simple, but if it weren't for you, how could we be involved in such a troublesome matter!"

Xing Feichen glared at him and said, "Do you really think I'm blind and deaf and can't see those posts you secretly manipulated?"

He Fei really wanted to refute.

In the beginning, it was indeed him who asked others to spread the “black history posts” about Lin Mo on the forum.

But the ultimate reason was that a conflict broke out between the disciples of the Sword Academy and the group of menial disciples, which eventually led to the situation escalating and getting out of control.

But he happened to be there at the time.

The crotch of my pants is covered with yellow mud and it can't be washed clean no matter how hard I try!

"So, what should we do now?"

Things have developed to the point where they are no longer something he can handle.

Xing Feichen said with a cold expression:

"The Sword Academy gambling table has been shut down, and we have already lost a lot of money. Now they want us to pay off all the bets. Impossible!"

"Whether you bring people to shut these people up or you refuse to pay, it's all your business!"

This bastard is putting the blame on himself again?

He Fei cursed in his heart, but before he could refute, he heard Xing Feichen add in a threatening tone:

"Don't forget that because of you, there is a huge deficit of spirit stones on the account, and I am the one shouldering it for you now."

"You'd better think of a way to make up for the shortfall, otherwise when Senior Brother He Lian comes out of seclusion, humph!"

Here he comes again, using his senior brother to put pressure on others!

He Fei was extremely angry, but he was indeed the one who proposed the betting, so if the responsibility really had to be shared, he would definitely get the lion's share.

But such a large amount of spirit stones is a considerable sum even for the disciples of the Sword Academy. Where can he find the solution?

After seeing his expression, Xing Feichen said leisurely: "Of course, there is a solution."

He Fei bowed and said, "Please teach me, Senior Brother!"

Xing Feichen glanced at him calmly and said:

"If you can get a good ranking in the Heavenly Dao event at the end of the year, not to mention the lost spiritual stones, you might also benefit a lot."

He Fei's eyes changed slightly, and he heard the other party say:

"This is your last chance. And don't forget that next year will be the most important year for Senior Brother He Lian."

"Nothing can go wrong at this critical moment!"

When He Fei heard this, his expression froze, and he raised his hand and bowed:
"He Fei has learned his lesson."

Xing Feichen snorted coldly and waved his hand:

"Get out of here! Remember, the gambling incident must be suppressed and no negative impact can be caused to the Sword Academy!"

"Also, Lin Mo's epiphany... this is the bottom line, you can't touch it! Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

When He Fei heard the name, his eyes darkened a little. Then he took a deep breath, bowed, and walked out.

When he walked out of the office hall, the surrounding disciples of the Sword Academy surrounded him.

"He Fei, what do you say?"

A familiar swordsman asked.

"Hehe." He curled the corners of his mouth, and the sword servants around him understood.

“That guy pushed the pot out again?”

"Needless to say! When has it not been us who took the blame and he just sat back and reaped the benefits?"

"Shut up! He's still in the office!"

"What should we do now? Those idiots on the forum are making a lot of noise!"

Hearing this, He Fei couldn't help but sneered: "What else can we do? Let's use our strengths!"

Someone was confused for a moment: "What's your specialty?"

He Fei held the hilt of his long sword with one hand and said nothing.

However, after seeing his actions, the other sword servants around him suddenly realized what was going on and a sneer appeared on their faces.

……

Three days after Lin Mo's epiphany.

A post about "Sword Academy disciples beating people" once again topped the Qingshan Sect forum's hot list.

The poster of the post was in tears, accusing the disciples of the Sword Academy of bullying him and blocking his door to demand his sword.

For a time, many people responded to the hot post, quickly pushing it to the top.

However, in the evening, the post was deleted by the poster, and it was clarified that the matter was a "misunderstanding."

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a problem.

So soon, someone disclosed the actions of the Sword Servant of the Sword Academy.

Pan Peng, who was browsing the forum with an idea, also exclaimed.

"Fuck, has things gotten worse again?"

The baritone voice next to him said, "What's the matter?"

"The senior is here?" Pan Peng asked in surprise.

Both he and the "senior" had basically come over every day to check on Lin Mo's progress in the past few days. Only Chu Wange, who was sitting in the front meditating, had been guarding the first row.

Of course, it’s okay not to keep it.

After all, the magic weapons of the two masters on the Hidden Dragon List were present, and coupled with the previous public statement, no one dared to interrupt Lin Mo's enlightenment at this time.

"Well, come and take a look."

Yu Linglong said so.

Pan Peng nodded and continued:

"It's nothing, actually. It's just about the gambling incident. I heard that it's a big deal on the forum now. It seems that the Sword Academy's main hall has already taken action."

Yu Linglong asked in confusion: "Oh? How did you do it?"

Things have gotten to this point, what else can the sword servants in the Sword Academy do?

Pan Peng shrugged and said:
"Of course they came one by one to ask for the sword. This is a common tactic used by these guys."

"The forum is abuzz with people saying that these Sword Academy disciples not only refuse to pay back the money, but are also trying to steal it!"

"..." Yu Linglong was silent for a moment. This was indeed unreasonable, but when she thought about it carefully, this group of people were all "sword cultivators", which made it much more reasonable.

"I guess the bets made by those disciples will not be returned."

Pan Peng shook his head slightly: "Fortunately, we cashed out our bets in advance, otherwise we would have to lose all our capital!"

After listening to this, Yu Linglong sneered: "It's just dog biting dog. These people don't deserve sympathy."

Most of the menial disciples who had placed bets before were the ones who had previously chased Lin Mo for money.

The Sword Academy was guiding public opinion and doing a dishonorable job of being the banker, and those menial disciples who placed bets on Chu Wange were not much better.

Moreover, it goes without saying that this group of disciples who came to the Sword Academy to demand compensation were the same group of people who had blocked Lin Mo and Chu Wange in the past.

Pan Peng also nodded in agreement:
"That's right, I told those guys at the scene at that time, but no one listened to me. Now they are suffering the consequences of their own actions!"

He still remembers how helpless he felt fighting alone in the audience.

Looking around, there are "traitors" everywhere!
What's the result?

He who believes in Lin Mo will be the final winner.

No, that’s not right. The hidden senior next to me is the “biggest winner”.

Just when he was feeling a little gloating, a cold voice suddenly reached his ears:

"What bet did you say?"

Pan Peng was startled and looked up, only to see Chu Wange turning her head and staring at him with her cold phoenix eyes.

After going back and forth here several times, Chu Wange had always been sitting in the front row meditating and had never spoken to him or his seniors.

As a disciple of Qingshan Sect, his admiration for Chu Wange is second only to Lin Mo.

Moreover, in the minds of many disciples, Lin Mo, who won 150 consecutive victories, is not actually the strongest among this year's freshmen. Chu Wange, who deliberately lost to him on the stage, is the strongest.

After all, Chu Wange has already made it into the top 200, and his record is even more exaggerated than Lin Mo's!

It was the first time he heard the other party speak to him, and he quickly replied with a proud look on his face:

"Chu, Senior Sister Chu, it's the gambling table from before..."

Pan Peng narrated in detail the actions of He Fei and others during this period, as well as the subsequent events of the gambling.

After hearing these words, Chu Wange's eyes lit up: "Can I get my bet back?"

"That's right, but..."

"I'm going to go out for a while. You stay here. I'll be back soon."

Chu Wange didn't even listen to him finish. He stood up and walked away from the arena, leaving Pan Peng alone in confusion.

"Could it be that Senior Sister Chu has also placed a bet? But that's not right, right? If that's the case..."

He was somewhat puzzled by what the other party had just said. It sounded as if Chu Wange had also placed his own bet, but why would he let go during the decisive battle?

"If that's the case, then we're in trouble. Those sword servants are not easy to mess with."

Pan Peng said with a worried look on his face.

"Oh, it has personality. I like it."

Suddenly, a deep baritone voice sounded in his ears.

Pan Peng came back to his senses, looking somewhat alert:
"Senior, Senior Sister Chu is the pride of our sect, and she and Senior Brother Lin Mo are a perfect match. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to say that?"

Yu Linglong: “…”

……

……

Ten days later.

Suddenly, a deafening and sharp cry was heard from the sword-discussing arena, which was so quiet that it was almost covered with dust.

Pan Peng, who was about to fall asleep in his seat, was awakened by the sound. In a half-asleep state, he seemed to see a huge flaming bird with its wings spread. Every flap of its wings brought up strong winds and waves of fire, and the surrounding air was distorted due to the high temperature.

The rolling waves of fire that rushed towards him made him subconsciously sober up, and he murmured:
"God, divine bird!?"

He stood in front of the Firebird and for the first time felt how small he was.

Just as he was shocked, suddenly a dazzling light burst out from his body, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

"This, what is this?"

He was extremely shocked and felt as if his whole body was bathed in waves of fire, even his breathing was a little blocked.

Just when he thought he was about to be completely engulfed by the wave of fire, the next second, the overwhelming hot air disappeared.

Huhu~!

As a breeze blew across his cheek, when he opened his eyes again, the giant flaming bird had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Hallucination?"

Just as he was stunned, a familiar voice came into his ears:

"Pan Peng?"

Pan Peng rubbed his eyes and saw Lin Mo on the stage, his expression suddenly became excited:
"Senior Brother Lin, you finally woke up!!"

Lin Mo looked at him puzzledly: "Why are you here?"

After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the talismans around him, then glanced at the small tripod above his head, and the green sword... He looked thoughtful and asked again:
"Where's Chu Wange?"

When Pan Peng heard this, he said with a sad face:
"This matter is a long story. Anyway, Senior Sister Chu is blocking the door now!"

"Blocking the door? What does that mean?" Lin Mo's expression flashed with a hint of surprise.

Pan Peng said bitterly:

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have said anything too much about the gambling. Senior Sister Chu blocked the main hall door of the Sword Academy with just one sword for seven days."

"And I heard that Senior Sister Chu has been asking for the sword for seven consecutive days and her injuries are already very serious. If she doesn't stop, her life may be in danger!"

When Lin Mo heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The next moment, he had a thought, left a word and left the sword arena:
"Let's go to the Sword Academy!"

　Brothers, I can't keep updating anymore, I will only update tomorrow, good night, Makabaka~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)