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Chapter 50: The Master Arrives, and Flanders, the Miser, Is Finally Willing to Spend Money?

Shrek Academy, in its dilapidated courtyard.

Flander stood in the doorway, watching the three people walk in from outside, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Tang San walked at the front, his clothes were full of tears, and there were several new wounds on his face.

Dai Mubai followed behind him, his face ashen, and blood seeping from the bandages on his body.

Ma Hongjun walked at the very back, his round body swaying unsteadily. A large patch of his clothes was scorched, and his hair was all curly. However, the expression on his face was better than that of Tang San and Dai Mubai, as if he had vented his anger.

Flander didn't think much of it, since he had brought this brat along whenever he met Ma Hongjun, and now that he thought about it, it was Dai Mubai who had taken him.

However, I didn't expect that Tang San, the disciple Yu Xiaogang mentioned, was also this kind of person, and a romantic figure.

Of course, the injuries on the three of them remain a mystery, as they clearly could not have been sustained during their intimate moments.

Flander looked at the three of them, his brows furrowed, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.

"What's going on with you three?"

"It was fine when it went out, but it turned out like this when it came back?"

On their way back, the three of them had already agreed that they couldn't tell anyone about it, not even the dean.

Ma Hongjun was the first to speak, his chubby face scrunched up, his eyes red-rimmed, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Dean, you must stand up for us!"

His voice was choked with sobs.

"Those people from that academy across the street have no sportsmanship!"

"We were just passing by when, without saying a word, they pulled out some strange weapon and started blasting us!"

"That thing was incredibly powerful; we didn't even have time to react—"

Flander's brow furrowed even more.

He glanced at Tang San, then at Dai Mubai.

Tang San lowered his head and remained silent, as did Dai Mubai, who gritted his teeth.

Flander sighed inwardly.

How did these guys provoke the other side again? And how am I supposed to stand up for them? Zhao Wuji was already beaten so badly by the other side, wouldn't I just be feeding them to them if I went over there?

Flander quickly adjusted his mindset, and his expression became quite serious.

"This is a conflict between students, and it's not appropriate for me to intervene. If I, as the dean of a college, were to take action, it could easily escalate the conflict between the two colleges."

Ma Hongjun was stunned. Was this still the same dean who told him that not daring to cause trouble meant he was incompetent?

"Dean————"

Flanders raised his hand, interrupting him.

"I'm asking you, why were you beaten?"

The three remained silent, but Flander's voice rose a few decibels.

"Because you are not capable enough."

"If you were strong enough, would they dare to bully you?"

"If you were strong enough, would you have been beaten so badly?"

The three of them did not look too good.

Flanders continued.

"In this world, strength is everything."

"Without strength, no one can help you."

"Only when you have strength will others respect you and dare not bully you."

"So, your most pressing matter right now is not for me to stand up for you."

"Instead, become stronger."

"Become stronger than everyone on the other side."

"By then, it's hard to say who will bully whom."

The courtyard fell silent.

Tang San lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

"Become stronger————"

He silently repeated those two words to himself, his anger surging in his chest.

Flander spoke so casually—he had no idea what he had experienced that night. If he had only been hit by a soul-guided cannon, that would have been one thing, but the fact that he had actually encountered such a thing was something he could never forget!

However, Flander was right; he only encountered this situation because his strength was too weak. The opposing academy members—Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun...

Each and every one of them has a way of courting death!

Xiao Wu ran over from the side and her eyes immediately turned red when she saw Tang San's appearance.

"Third Brother, how did you get so badly injured?"

She reached out, wanting to touch Tang San's face, but afraid of hurting him, her hand hovered in mid-air.

Tang San raised his head, a smile on his face, as gentle as ever.

"It's alright, Xiao Wu."

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious."

Xiao Wu looked at him and felt that something was off.

"Third Brother, your expression—"

Something seems off.

Tang San's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"No, I'm just a little tired."

He said he was fine, but his heart was in turmoil. Especially when he saw Xiao Wu, the strange feeling of evil fire behind him was quite uncomfortable, as if it was constantly reminding him that he was no longer pure and innocent.

Xiao Wu noticed that Tang San's expression was a little strange, so she quickly asked him about it.

"Third Brother, why is your face red?"

Tang San forced a smile once again.

"It's nothing, it's probably just too hot."

Xiao Wu blinked and didn't ask any further questions.

Flander shook his head as he looked at their disheveled appearance.

"Oscar, come here."

Oscar jogged over from the side, already holding a few sausages in his hand.

"Here you are, Dean."

Flander took the sausage and handed it to Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun.

"Eat it, and focus on healing your injuries first."

"How can you train like this?"

Tang San took the sausage and put it in his mouth.

As the sausage entered my stomach, a warm current flowed out, and my wounds began to heal slowly, with the pain lessening considerably.

Flander watched the three of them finish eating the sausages before speaking.

"The master will be here in a few days."

"He will personally teach you then."

"So, you guys need to take good care of your injuries and get yourself back into shape these next few days."

"Don't let the master arrive and you still be lying in bed unable to get up."

Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is the teacher coming?"

He thought to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips. This was the only good news he had heard in the past few days.

In Nottingham, he had only the master as his mentor.

Although the master's theory is very strong, there are many things that theory alone is not enough.

He needs resources, he needs helpers, and he needs an environment where he can cultivate in peace.

Now, the master is coming.

"The teacher is here, everything will be alright."

Tang San was thinking to himself, he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Yu Xiaogang, especially about Tang Wulin's spirit ring configuration, and how Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was even stronger than his own.

Flanders waved his hand.

"Go back and rest."

"The master arrived three days later."

As everyone dispersed, Tang San walked at the very back, his steps slow. When he met Ma Hongjun's gaze, Tang San glared at him fiercely once more.

Three days later, on the streets of Soto.

A middle-aged man stood in the middle of the street, looking left and right, completely stunned.

He was wearing a gray robe, had a thin face, and small but bright eyes.

He looked unkempt, with a few stubbles hanging from his chin.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang looked up and glanced to his left and right. There were actually two Shrek Academies there? Flander hadn't mentioned it in his letter.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell on the one that looked better overall, wondering if Flander, that miser, had finally decided to spend money to renovate Shrek Academy.

This is good, as it means Tang San can have more resources to cultivate. Flander has also done a good job.

With that in mind, Yu Xiaogang walked into Shrek Academy, which looked even better on the outside.

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