Ogre Academy.
At this moment, in the fighting ring of the academy, hundreds of students watched in shock and awe at the scene before them.
"No way..."
"He really won?"
"That trash actually defeated senior Buo!?"
At the center of the ring, Chu Fang stood tall, his chest heaving with a mixture of exertion and intoxicating triumph.
At his feet lay Buo Li, a notorious bully and the son of an influential Inner Court Elder, groveling in the dirt.
For Chu Fang, this was the moment he had dreamed of during his long nights of regret in his past life; being able to finally get his revenge on his bully.
In his past life, this man relied on pills and his father’s influence to reach the peak of Golden Core Realm, and even betrayed the Allied Forces and joined the evil Spirit Hall.
Chu Fang was merely a Foundation Establishment realm at that time, a foot soldier, and he has always wished that he can inherit an Emperor’s Legacy and kill that bully who tormented him.
Now, that wish was granted, and he basked in the stunned silence, feeling the weight of the "Awe" and "Amazement" radiating from the crowd.
’Did you see that? Hahaha!’ Chu Fang’s laughed in his mind as he looked at his calloused hands, feeling the lingering heat of the Kama Deva Sutra’s initial circulation.
’This is just the first step! My ascent to Nirvana only begins today!’
But, at that moment, Buo Li, bruised and humiliated, scrambled to his feet, his face was a mask of purple rage, his finger trembling as he pointed it at Chu Fang.
"This is impossible! How could I lose to you?! You’re trash! You’ve always been trash! Cheating! You must have cheated!"
Chu Fang merely smiled, a condescending, protagonist-like smirk. To him, these teenagers were like children playing with sticks. "Cheating? Do you have proof of that, or are you just crying because your pride is as fragile as your ribs? How dare you accuse me without a shred of evidence?"
Chu Fang doesn’t know where he got this confidence from, but he wanted to provoke and humiliate this guy despite knowing his father could crush him easily.
It was as if deep in his mind, something was telling him that nothing bad will happen to him.
"You definitely cheated!" Buo Li roared. "How dare you!"
Chu Fang simply snorted in disdain, "You say I cheated, so I cheated? By that logic, I say I fucked your mom! Would you call me daddy as well!?"
"You! You! You—!" Unable to come up with a counter, Buo Li turned away from Chu Fang and bowed deeply toward the officiating elder, a man named Elder Han who served as the day’s referee. "Elder, please! I demand justice! Look at him! He was a zero yesterday—there is no way he could beat me fairly! He has insulted the sanctity of this Academy!"
At the same time, Buo Li also moved his neck, causing a necklace he wore to sway.
This necklace was given to him by his father, the symbol of his father and family, and seeing this is like seeing his father.
By showing this, Buo Li was basically threatening the elder.
Elder Han, a 1st Stage Foundation Establishment expert, of course knew this, and he felt a cold sweat break out under his robes.
With his spiritual sense, he knew exactly what had happened: Chu Fang had won fair and square with a sudden, explosive surge of refined Qi.
Buo Li lost because he was inferior, and there was no cheating involved.
But Elder Han was no hero; he knew that Buo Li’s father was a Core Formation powerhouse who could end his career with a single letter, so he doesn’t dare go against him.
He can only apologise for this student in his heart.
Steeling his heart for an act of blatant corruption, the elder stepped forward, his face hardening into a mask of "impartial" severity.
He approached Chu Fang, his aura pressing down on the boy. "Disciple Chu, if you have nothing to hide, you would not mind if I performed a cursory check of your meridians to satisfy Disciple Buo’s concerns?"
Chu Fang snorted, crossing his arms. He was confident, after all he didn’t cheat, he didn’t even used pills! "Of course! Check all you want! Let everyone see that this ’genius’ just can’t accept a loss!"
Elder Han reached out and gripped Chu Fang’s wrist, and even pretended to close his eyes in deep concentration, but beneath the surface, he was secretly crushing a small wax pellet of Crimson Root Powder—a substance that mimicked the residue of forbidden stimulants—into Chu Fang’s sleeve.
Suddenly, the elder’s eyes snapped open in feigned horror. "This... This is! A Sun-Burst Strengthening Pill! I can feel the volatile residue burning in your veins! Chu Fang, you have used a forbidden substance to boost your strength and draw out your potential! You have committed a grave crime against the Academy’s rules!"
The crowd immediately erupted.
"What?! So he really did cheat?!"
"As expected! I knew there was no way Senior Buo could lose to a bottom-dweller!"
"How disgraceful! To use pills in a friendly spar!"
Chu Fang’s world suddenly tilted. Pills? What pills? Where would he even get the money to buy pills!?
"What?! No! You’re lying!" He tried to pull his arm away, his eyes wide with the realization that the "fair" world he thought he could conquer was rigged against him. "I didn’t use any pills! You! Elder, is this how you uphold the law?! You’re framing me!"
He finally realized, this elder was surely bought off!
The elder ignored his cries, his voice booming with authority. "Where is the Disciplinary Squad?! Call them immediately and take this boy for questioning! We must determine where he obtained such restricted medicine!"
Chu Fang’s heart plummeted into an abyss of fear. "No! There must be a mistake! I didn’t use a pill! Search my room! Search my body! I really didn’t have any pills!"
But the machinery of the Academy was already in motion.
From the edges of the field, a group of disciples in stark black uniforms—the Disciplinary Squad—sprinted forward.
They moved with mechanical efficiency, pinning Chu Fang to the ground.
He then felt the cold bite of Spirit-Suppressing Handcuffs snapping around his wrists, binding his hands painfully behind his back.
"No! This is slander! You are slandering me!" Chu Fang roared, his face pressed into the dirt, the dirt he had just stood upon in triumph. "Let me go! That elder is a liar! I am a genius! I’m not a cheater! Just you wait, I will remember this!"
In a novel, during situations like this, the heroine would appear to save the protagonist, and in case of Chu Fang, his destined heroine was Ning Xueli.
So at this moment, Ning Xueli would have sensed the injustice, descended like a goddess, and used her family’s prestige to shield him.
He would have been vindicated, and the elder would have been the one to crawl.
Then, using that momentum, he would slap everyone in the face, show his righteousness, and the heroine would gain some favourable image of him.
But at this moment, his destined heroine was miles away, her voice muffled by the silken sheets of a royal bed, her attention entirely claimed by a man who had already decided Chu Fang’s fate.
No one was coming to save this anomaly.
Buo Li stepped forward, his smirk returning as he watched his rival being dragged away like a common criminal.
He cupped his hands toward Elder Han, his voice dripping with false humility. "Thank you, Elder, for upholding the justice of our Academy. The heavens truly have eyes."
The elder hummed, smoothing his beard as he watched the Disciplinary Squad haul the screaming Chu Fang toward the interrogation dungeons. "It is merely what I should do, Disciple Buo. The Academy has no place for those who seek shortcuts."
He sighed. What a pity for someone so young and talented. If he didn’t challenge Buo Li, if he first gained favor from another elder to gain some backing, then things would’ve been different.
Alas... Still so impulsive. Elder Han shook his head. There is no need to think about that boy anymore, with Buo Li’s connection, imprisoning him for the rest of his life would be easy.
"Elder Han, as a thank you for your service and also for your righteousness, I would like to invite you for dinner." Said Buo Li.
Elder Han now felt like abandoning that one student for a connection with Buo Li was not a bad deal.
"Ah, young master Buo, no need, no need, I am just doing my job."
Buo Li shook his head, "Please, elder Han, I insist."
"This... Very well, thank you for the invitation, young master."
And at this moment, Qinq’er, who was hidden in the shadows, watched the hypocritical exchange of this elder and young man in disdain.
But, with this, her job just became easier.
Her Young Master’s order was clear: Extract and Erase, and the Academy’s dungeons would provide the perfect, silent theater for the end of this anomaly’s story.