Chapter 911: The Minister Arrives

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The crowd stared at the token, instantly dumbfounded; clearly they hadn't expected Ye Qingran to actually produce a token.

"That token must be fake!" someone said, drawing a chorus of agreement.

Hearing the doubts, the academy gatekeepers' initial shock faded from their faces, replaced by contempt.

"So it's fake! Indeed, every year we encounter a huge crowd of ignorant fools like you, trying to slip through with counterfeit tokens!"

The gatekeeper sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Hearing the gatekeeper's words, even those who had remained neutral began to think Ye Qingran's token was fake.

"So the token is fake! I told you, academy tokens are so rare, how could she have one?"

"The academy gatekeepers can't be mistaken; the token must be fake!"

"It has to be that way! After all, if she truly possessed an academy token, the gatekeepers would surely know her!"

The token is fake?

Ye Qingran lifted her brow slightly and said coolly, "You haven't even looked; how can you know my token is fake?"

The gatekeeper scoffed, "Come on, I've seen more tokens than the meals you've eaten; how could I not know whether a token is fake?"

In fact, the authenticity of a token can't be judged by the naked eye; it requires a special detection crystal. He said that because he knew perfectly well that academy tokens are limited and can't just appear out of thin air.

Thus, he concluded that the token in Ye Qingran's hand was fake!

Those nearby all agreed with the gatekeeper; his experience meant he couldn't be wrong.

At that moment, after Yang Jiaomi took a pill and recovered somewhat, she was helped forward and approached Ye Qingran, ordering the gatekeepers, "What are you still hesitating for? She forged a token, deserving a myriad deaths; seize her and throw her into the dungeon!"

Though Yang Jiaomi's voice was weak, the ferocity on her face and the murderous intent in her eyes were intense.

If Ye Qingran ends up in the academy's dungeon, she'll be fish meat on a chopping board, ready to be sliced!

The gatekeeper nodded, waved, and a group of hulking thugs stepped out, each towering and massive, fists clenched in anticipation.

"I know you have some skill, but I advise you not to resist, because this is Wànlíng Xuégōng! If this escalates, you won't get any good ending!"

Ye Qingran glanced at the people surrounding her, yet showed no hint of fear.

She pointed to a nearby crystal, "Before you act, how about giving a chance to test the token?"

"Heh, stop trying to struggle; you think you can stall? Delusional!"

As the gatekeeper's voice faded, the thugs charged at Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran shook her head, thinking she'd have to settle this with her fists.

The thugs looked strong, but under Ye Qingran they were no match; within moments they were beaten into a mess.

Yang Jiaomi watched the fallen thugs, clenched her teeth, then narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing within.

Ye Qingran, at the academy's gate, had beaten down so many; this was clearly contempt for the academy, and soon the senior officials would be alerted, making her fate terribly grim!

Sure enough, just as Yang Jiaomi voiced that thought, a harsh shout rang out from inside the academy.

"Who dares cause trouble at the gate of my Wànlíng Xuégōng?"

The voice was stern, cold and ruthless, booming like a thunderclap.

Everyone startled, and soon saw a figure walking outward.

The gatekeeper stared, his complexion turning pale, and hurried to greet, bowing low and kneeling, his demeanor extremely humble.

"Minister Ling!"

The newcomer was a man in his early forties, with a square jaw, an aura of upright righteousness, looking very solemn.

Hearing the gatekeeper's address, those outside showed surprised expressions.

Minister Ling?

Could this be Ling Chaoran, the Security Department Minister of Wànlíng Xuégōng?

Know that the title of Security Department Minister is prestigious, ranking among the academy's senior officials!

"Minister Ling has arrived; look at his angry face—I've never seen him so furious!"

"It's over! That woman is doomed; she struck academy personnel at the gate and was caught by Minister Ling—her chances are slim!"

"With Minister Ling here, it seems the heavens intend to doom this woman!"

Ling Chaoran, already stern‑looking, saw the chaos at the gate, his face darkening further as he demanded, "What exactly happened?"

The gatekeeper trembled, thinking how terrifying Minister Ling's presence was.

"Minister Ling, it's like this..."

The gatekeeper embellished the story of how Ye Qingran bullied Yang Jiaomi, broke into the academy, then beat the academy's thugs, causing Minister Ling to furrow his brows.

Seeing this, Yang Jiaomi became even more convinced that Ye Qingran was doomed.

"Minister Ling..."

She cried pitifully, calling out, and walked toward Ling Chaoran.

"Who are you?"

"Minister Ling, I am Yang Jiaomi, a disciple of Lou Ting of the White Tiger Palace!"

Yang Jiaomi said with a hint of pride.

Lou Ting is the palace head of the White Tiger Palace, high‑ranking and renowned, so when his name was mentioned, everyone couldn't help but show respect.

Ling Chaoran naturally knew Lou Ting, and nodded, "Were you beaten?"

Yang Jiaomi wept bitterly, pointing at Ye Qingran, "Minister Ling, it's her—she gravely injured a disciple of ours from the White Tiger Palace. I only came to demand an explanation, but she, relying on her slight strength, indiscriminately maimed me!"

"How outrageous! To dare act brazenly before the gates of my Wànlíng Xuégōng—do you think the academy is deserted?"

Ling Chaoran barked in a deep voice, a chill radiating from him, making others unwilling to meet his gaze.

Almost everyone in Wànlíng Chéng knows that Wànlíng Xuégōng has an incorruptible Minister Ling, fiercely protective of his own; anyone who dares provoke the academy will face his harsh punishment!

Everyone looked at Ye Qingran with extreme sympathy, believing she was certainly doomed.

Was it you causing trouble at the Academy gate?

Director Ling surveyed Ye Qingran with his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Ye Qingran was not frightened by Ling Chaoran's imposing aura; she said calmly, "I was only planning to enter the Academy. They stubbornly blocked me, and I had no choice." As she spoke, she casually shrugged.

You have some nerve! This is the Wànlíng Xuégōng, and actually you could have entered if you wanted to!

I have a token; still can't get in?

Token?

Ling Chaoran was taken aback.

He instinctively assumed Ye Qingran didn't have a token, thinking she was one of those who trespassed the Academy, since such incidents happen many times each year.