Chapter 511: Dividing the Quota

When Lin Chao appeared before Jiang Boye again, Jiang Boye still felt as if he were in a dream.

Those bandits, numbering over twenty, had all been killed by this disciple of his?

This level of strength exceeded his expectations.

Beside him, Zhao Tai looked at Lin Chao with a strange expression as well.

Jiang Boye finally spoke at this moment: "Xia Yang, why have you returned? Shouldn't you be at the academy right now?"

He was somewhat puzzled.

Logically speaking, Xia Yang should have already arrived at the academy by now.

Lin Chao took a deep breath and said nonchalantly: "On the way to the academy, I encountered bandits who specifically named me and wanted to keep me there.

At the bandit den, I met an old man, and from that old man's mouth, I learned that Master would encounter danger at the Qingxu Sect.

I seized an opportunity, killed that old man, escaped from the bandit den, and rushed quickly to the Qingxu Sect."

Lin Chao said calmly, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

However, Jiang Boye knew the dangers contained within.

"You... have worked hard." Jiang Boye was, after all, not a man good at expressing emotions; he placed his hand on his disciple's shoulder, his eyes filled with relief.

"Master, who exactly is plotting against you?" Lin Chao asked.

This matter already concerned his own safety.

Lin Chao had to know who the enemy was.

Jiang Boye's gaze grew deep.

Seeing this, Zhao Tai, who was nearby, took the initiative to step aside.

Jiang Boye finally spoke a name.

"Feng Zhiyu, he is... the husband of the Princess of Nanxiang.

Back then, within the academy, it was also he who advocated for the purging of the Gongshu School.

The old man you encountered should be one of Feng Zhiyu's subordinates.

You must be careful of Feng Zhiyu; he is a First Grade Great Expert!" Jiang Boye said.

"Understood." Lin Chao silently noted this name down.

Jiuzhen Academy.

Liu Wenli wore an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Senior Brother Zhao, although Junior Brother Xia Yang has not arrived, the quota for him to join the academy should still be in his hands; how can it be turned over and given to someone else?"

He had come to the academy to report yesterday.

As a result, a matter that disgusted him happened today.

That was, Wu Zunquan, who had traveled with them, had promised Xia Yang's academy entrance quota to someone else.

Wu Zunquan wore an indifferent smile: "Xia Yang is already dead, his quota would be wasted for nothing.

Now, a Prefect's son has personally come to plead for his lover to obtain an academy quota.

Rather than wasting it, it is better to do a favor for that Prefect's son.

Within Jiuzhen Academy, we will also receive his favor."

By giving the quota to the Prefect's son, he obtained quite a few benefits.

"But, the quota belongs to Xia Yang; we have no right to just hand over Xia Yang's quota like this.

Furthermore, it is not certain that Xia Yang is... gone." Liu Wenli's tone weakened.

Wu Zunquan's expression was calm: "Xia Yang is undoubtedly dead.

Even if he isn't dead, now that the quota has been given to the Prefect's son, it is useless for him to come here."

What Wu Zunquan said was the truth.

After all, since Lin Chao did not arrive by the registration deadline, others had plenty of room to maneuver.

Liu Wenli felt angry in his heart.

He also knew that when a person dies, the lamp goes out.

Xia Yang had just died, and people were already impatient to divide up his legacy, which made Liu Wenli feel quite sad.

At this time, Zhao Qingyan, who held a high position, said: "Wu Zunquan, the Prefect's son must have given you quite a bit of silver, right?"

Wu Zunquan nodded: "He gave five hundred taels."

Five hundred taels of silver was not much; the important thing was the favor.

"Send all these five hundred taels back to Xia Yang's family," Zhao Qingyan said. "I will add another one hundred taels here to make it six hundred taels. Let this matter end here, and do not mention it again."

Zhao Qingyan had great prestige here.

A look of heartache appeared in Wu Zunquan's eyes, but in the end, he gritted his teeth: "Everything shall be as Senior Brother commands."

However, the look he cast at Liu Wenli carried a trace of anger.

Hearing this outcome, Liu Wenli could only accept it helplessly.

In a restaurant, twelve people sat at a table; Wu Zunquan was at the lowest seat, yet he was in high spirits.

Because the people at this table were all academy students, and all of them came from extraordinary backgrounds.

Wu Zunquan had sold Lin Chao's quota to a Prefect's son and had also gained the qualifications to join this circle.

At this moment, at the wine table, cups were clinking, and it was incredibly lively.

"This person is named Wu Zunquan, from the Qingxu Sect, a good friend I have newly made," the Prefect's son Wang Longyang said generously.

The surrounding academy students all smiled: "Could it be that he is the one who allowed your concubine, Young Master Wang, to enter the academy?"

Wang Longyang nodded, in a good mood.

He doted on that concubine very much.

Upon entering the Academy, one must always have someone to take care of them.

Thus, he used his connections to get that concubine into the Academy.

Just then, Li Hejun, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked at Wu Zunquan: "I heard that you gave Xia Yang's quota to Young Master Wang?"

Wu Zunquan was taken aback.

Wang Longyang introduced him: "This is Li Hejun; the Prefect of the commandery where your Qingxu Sect is located is his father."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zunquan felt a bit nervous; he was actually the son of a Prefect.

As for the other young people present, they looked at Li Hejun with eyes full of mockery and disdain.

Currently, Li Hejun was like a woman's accessory in the Academy, losing face for them all.

"I once went to Luo Ma County and met Xia Yang once.

If you ask about friendship, there is none.

He even offended Xiaoya, and I even said that when he arrived at the Academy, I would find trouble for him," Li Hejun said.

"So that's how it is." Wu Zunquan breathed a sigh of relief, "On the way here, Xia Yang separated from us, and as a result, he encountered enemies; he was taken away by a group of mountain bandits and died in the bandit den."

A thoughtful look flashed in Li Hejun's eyes: "Did you see his corpse?"

Wu Zunquan smiled awkwardly: "I did not."

He felt that this young master had something wrong with his head.

Since he had been taken to a bandit den, how could he possibly have seen it?

Li Hejun looked at Wang Longyang with a smile in his eyes: "I have a feeling that perhaps that Xia Yang is lucky and did not die."

Wu Zunquan's expression changed; he did not know what Li Hejun meant.

Wang Longyang laughed: "Even if he didn't die, could it be that he would come back to demand the quota from me?"

As a Prefect's son, Wang Longyang had always been accustomed to being overbearing.

He did not care about Xia Yang at all.

Li Hejun just smiled and said nothing more.

Just then, someone said: "Young Master Li, why haven't we seen Xiaoya lately?"

Xiaoya was the woman Li Hejun was always fawning over.

Precisely because of this, everyone present looked down on Li Hejun somewhat.

After all, what person of power and influence would grovel to a woman?

To them, women were merely playthings.

"Xiaoya is pregnant, so she is recuperating in the outer courtyard during this time," Li Hejun said indifferently.

Hearing this, the people present were all stunned.

Especially a few of them, whose eyes revealed hidden smiles.

In their view, Xiaoya was nothing more than a social butterfly.

For Li Hejun to actually get a social butterfly pregnant was truly a disgrace to his family.

"Congratulations to Young Master Li for winning the beauty's heart."

(End of chapter)