Chapter 310: Spouting Fragrant Words

Zu An naturally felt he hadn't touched enough, but he wasn't reckless enough to voice his thoughts. He immediately released his hands, and his expression became as innocent as possible.

Only then did Jiang Luofu nod with satisfaction. She then said, "The Shi family is considered a top-tier influential family in the capital. Countless family members hold official positions. Not to mention that what you just said lacks concrete evidence, even if there were real evidence, at most they would offer up a scapegoat, and it wouldn't harm the Shi family's foundation."

"So how can one truly deal with a family?" Zu An asked, annoyed. According to this logic, the Shi family could deal with him, but he had no way to fight back. How could he tolerate that?

"Unless you also have a powerful family backing you. But even then, powerful families generally don't fight to the death unless absolutely necessary," Jiang Luofu replied with a frown. "Of course, if you become powerful enough as an individual, you can completely ignore these rules. However, reaching that level is incredibly difficult. Even someone as powerful as the Emperor has many situations where he must compromise."

Zu An fell silent. He also remembered the Chu family mentioning the conflict between the Emperor and King Qi. Even though the Emperor was widely recognized as the strongest person in the world, he still couldn't do whatever he pleased. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.

Seeming to notice the change in his expression, Jiang Luofu changed the subject and reminded him: "You don't need to worry too much. With the Chu family's protection and your presence in the academy, no matter how powerful the Shi family is, they will find it difficult to openly threaten you."

Zu An sighed. "Unfortunately, they don't plan to deal with me openly."

If Chen Xuan truly killed him, it would appear to have no connection to the Shi family. The Chu family and the academy would have no grounds to retaliate.

"Once you get through this ordeal, it should be fine," Jiang Luofu comforted him. "Shi Kun has already left Brightmoon City and returned to the capital. He's too far away to do anything more."

"He really left?" He had vaguely received information about it before, but Zu An thought it was just a smokescreen. After all, Shi Kun had always coveted Chu Chuyan, so how could he give up so easily? But now that Jiang Luofu said so, it must be true.

"Yes, he left very hastily." Jiang Luofu rubbed her forehead, evidently having been puzzled by this matter. "Do you know why he left?"

"I don't know." Zu An feigned ignorance, but in his heart, he guessed it was most likely related to the quiet assassination of Shi Lezhi, an eighth-grade expert.

"Alright, let's talk business. Do you remember what you promised me before entering the secret realm?" Jiang Luofu asked.

Zu An was taken aback. He tentatively asked, "Is it about taking over the Plum Blossom Gang's assets?"

"That's right," Jiang Luofu smiled with satisfaction. "Mei Chaofeng is dead, and the Plum Blossom Gang vanished overnight. Their remaining territory and assets are being eyed by countless people. As I told you before, it's inconvenient for the academy to step forward, and since everyone knows you hold the Plum Blossom Gang's IOU, it's perfectly legitimate for you to do so."

"Also, you don't need to worry about the professional details. I will assign you suitable assistants."

Zu An said, "So, effectively, I'm just a figurehead, appearing publicly while your people actually handle the asset acquisition?"

"You can understand it that way." After saying this, Jiang Luofu lay back on the sofa, idly twirling a pencil, her expression relaxed and at ease.

Zu An raised no objection. He had previously made a deal with the academy: he gave them the IOU for 7.5 million taels, which was certainly irrecoverable, and in return, the academy offered him a teaching position, while Jiang Luofu personally dealt with Mei Chaofeng, who had been hunting him. The fact that he could now interact with Jiang Luofu so comfortably was largely due to this. Otherwise, given her high position as principal and his usual tendency to court death, his grave would have long been overgrown.

Although he didn't greedily ask for more benefits, he thought carefully and realized there was still something he could bring up: "But my life isn't safe right now, so it's hard to focus on taking over the Plum Blossom Gang's assets."

"Chen Xuan is indeed troublesome. Although not very strong, he's as slippery as an eel, making him hard to track. However, his attempt to kill you this time provides an opportunity to catch him," Jiang Luofu stood up and looked out the window towards Brightmoon City in the distance. "Let me think about it. I'll notify you when I find a way."

As Zu An left the principal's office, he was still replaying Jiang Luofu's last words in his mind. It sounded as if she intended to use him as bait. Unfortunately, knowing this was useless; he was currently only qualified to be a pawn.

Zu An returned to the classroom, his mind heavy. After the secret realm expedition and almost chopping Shi Kun down with one strike on the back mountain, few in the school dared to look down on him now. Even the teachers during class were much more polite to him.

He returned to the classroom and found that it was a lecture on war theory. He had intended to listen attentively for a while, but unfortunately, he was completely unfamiliar with the history of this continent. He had never even heard of many of the battles or ancient countries, so it all sounded like gibberish to him. Helpless, he gave up and instead began to calculate the anger points he had accumulated.

This was always his happiest time, like a diligent little squirrel tirelessly storing pine nuts; now it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Seeing the total anger points in the background, he was startled: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands... At first, he thought he was seeing things, but after reconfirming, he found he had accumulated a total of 321,765 anger points!

Roughly recalling, the two largest batches of anger points were from last night at the Immortal's Abode, and the other was from when he made his fellow students feel ashamed of themselves in the secret realm.

A thought suddenly popped into his head: if he walked naked through Brightmoon City one day, the anger points contributed by insecure men would probably explode, right? But thinking of the painful consequences of doing so, he dismissed the idea.

Forget it, I still have my dignity. What would I do if I suffered social death?

What he worried about most was offending true top-tier powerhouses. As a man, he felt that regardless of cultivation level, high or low, they would certainly care about such things. What if he ran into some psychopaths who, out of jealousy, came and chopped him up... Thinking of this, he instinctively clamped his legs together, feeling a chill below.

Forget it, he'd stick to his previous plan. He'd find a few more beautiful confidantes to earn anger points from those simp-like men. That would be safer.

Having determined his main method for earning anger points in the future, Zu An began the lottery draw. With 321,765 anger points, he had 3,217 chances to draw. In the future, as he accumulated more anger points, the number of draws would also increase. Pressing the button repeatedly like this, his hand might break. Zu An was full of worries about the future, but he still pressed the Enter key and started the draw.

Previously, no matter how much he begged or prayed, the first results were always "Thank you for participating," which had numbed him. Since he had over 3,000 chances anyway, he couldn't be bothered to burn incense, bathe, or pray to gods anymore.

The cursor kept spinning, and surprisingly, it didn't land on the blank space but on the number 8. Zu An's eyes widened. Delighted, he quickly went to check.

A small bottle appeared before him, containing a shimmering green liquid. Below it was a small line of text: "Poison Bottle: Throwing type. Inflicts paralysis and weakness on targets within a small range. Ignores defense for those below fifth-grade."

Only then did he remember having drawn this item before. Back then, when he was still weak, he had used it to trap the Black Wind Stronghold bandits who had ambushed Yu Yanluo. For him at that time, its ability to ignore grade defense was extremely useful.

But now, with his strength, he didn't need this item at all to deal with enemies below fifth-grade. To deal with fifth- and sixth-grade opponents, this item would be needed, but it didn't work on those above fifth-grade. As for dealing with higher-cultivation opponents, he'd just lie down and let them have their way, unless the opponent was a beautiful expert.

Wait, the "Rich Woman's Joy Sphere" was also gone now. Even if it was a beautiful expert, he'd be helpless and could only rely on his good looks.

Putting away this somewhat useless poison bottle, Zu An began his next draw.

After drawing "Thank you for participating" several times in a row, the cursor finally landed on a Vitality Fruit.

With over three thousand draws in total, Zu An numbly and mechanically pressed the Enter key, feeling a nostalgic longing for the auto-clickers of his previous life.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, because he noticed the cursor had stopped on the letter K.

Congratulations! You have drawn the skill - "Flowery Language"!

Skill description: When you use this skill, anything you say next will sound like the most extreme mockery and provocation to your enemies. All hostile targets who hear you will fall into a state of extreme fury, their abilities enhanced by ten percent, and they will then relentlessly try to kill you. Anger points generated by enemies due to this skill cannot be collected.

Friendly reminder: Use this skill with caution, because once used, there is no expiration time, only two possible outcomes: either you kill all the enraged enemies, or you are killed by them.

Seeing the final warning, Zu An was instantly dumbfounded. What kind of ridiculous skill was this? It actually gave enemies a buff?! He'd have to be insane to use this skill!

This skill might be useful to others, but he already had a natural talent for "flowery language"; a few casual words could infuriate people to death, and he could collect anger points without buffing enemies or engaging in a fight to the death. So what was the point of this skill for him?

Zu An thought to himself that it was no wonder this skill had no usage restrictions. After all, useful skills like the "Rich Woman's Joy Sphere" or "Stare and Impregnate," which had miraculous effects, all came with a ton of limitations. Only useless skills like "What are you looking at?" had no usage limit. He figured this "Flowery Language" couldn't be much better.

"Brother Shen!" "Mm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road. When he met acquaintances, they would greet each other or nod.

But no matter who it was, everyone's face showed no extra expression, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this, Shen Changqing was already accustomed.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintained the stability of Great Qin, whose main duty was to slay demons and strange monsters, and of course, it had some other side businesses.

It could be said that everyone in the Demon Suppression Division had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person became accustomed to life and death, they would become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a bit unaccustomed, but over time, he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division was very large. Those who could remain in the Demon Suppression Division were all powerful masters, or those with the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division was divided into two professions: Guard Emissary and Demon Exterminator.

Anyone who entered the Demon Suppression Division started as a low-level Demon Exterminator, and then gradually advanced, ultimately hoping to become a Guard Emissary.

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Shen Changqing's predecessor was an apprentice Demon Exterminator in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest rank among Demon Exterminators.

Possessing the memories of his predecessor, he was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion.

Unlike other grim places in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a unique tranquility amidst the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the pavilion's gate was open, with people occasionally entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside.

Upon entering the pavilion, the environment suddenly changed.

A faint scent of ink mixed with a weak bloody smell assailed him, causing his brow to instinctively furrow, but it quickly smoothed out.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash off.