Chapter 7
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Ye Fanchen had reached the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm and his hearing was ten times better than normal people. Naturally, he heard what Xu Yan said.
His eyes became even colder at this moment.
They didn't have to wait for long. Not long after, Ye Fanchen entered the accounting room under everyone's strange gazes.
This accounting room was mainly responsible for the monthly allowance of the Desert College's Martial Disciples. Although it wasn't small, it wasn't big either.
The entire accounting room was about five to six times the size of Ye Fanchen's wooden hut, but it was seven to eight meters tall.
There was a long counter, a huge medicine cabinet that took up half of the room, and a chair.
The layout of the entire accounting room was relatively simple, which gave people a relaxed and happy feeling.
"Take the monthly allowance."
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Ye Fanchen took out the wooden token that symbolized his status as a Martial Disciple and placed it on the counter.
The person in charge of the accounting room was a bearded and big-bellied middle-aged man with the surname Liu.
When Manager Liu heard Ye Fanchen's words, he slowly stood up from the chair.
He took Ye Fanchen's token and glanced at Ye Fanchen. Then he looked at the wooden token and casually said, "Ye Fanchen, you're the Ye Fanchen that killed Young Master Song Hua?"
Ye Fanchen frowned when he heard that. A glint flashed across his eyes.
"You haven't taken the monthly allowance in ten months, right?" Manager Liu said again.
"Yes." Ye Fanchen nodded.
This body indeed hadn't taken the monthly allowance in ten months. Perhaps he felt that even if he took it out, it would be taken away by someone else.
A Step Dust Realm Martial Disciple could take ten thousand gold coins a month and Ye Fanchen hadn't taken it in ten months.
Ten months was a hundred thousand gold coins.
Although a hundred thousand gold coins was a huge sum for normal people, it wasn't much for Martial Disciples who needed large amounts of resources.
"Twenty thousand gold coins!" Manager Liu waved his sleeves and took out a twenty thousand gold coin banknote and threw it in front of Ye Fanchen.
Instantly, Ye Fanchen's face darkened.
Twenty thousand gold coins for ten months was even less than the monthly tribute of a Subtle realm martial disciple!
Ye Fanchen had found more than 20,000 items from Song Hua!
To an ordinary warrior, 20,000 gold coins was not a lot, not to mention that Ye Fanchen's cultivation method required several times more resources than an ordinary warrior.
"Twenty thousand gold coins. Forget it if you don't want it."
Steward Liu pretended to be very tired. When he saw Ye Fanchen's deflated expression, he smiled disdainfully and sat back down on his chair. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. He didn't take Ye Fanchen seriously at all.
One hundred thousand gold coins became twenty thousand gold coins. Eighty percent of it had been deducted!
This Steward Liu's appetite was really big!
This was the first time in ten thousand years that he had taken the initiative to ask for something from someone else, and in the end, he had been forced to take eighty percent of it!
"What? You still want to hit me? "
Steward Liu opened one of his eyes and looked at the gloomy Ye Fanchen. He laughed coldly and said with a face full of disdain and contempt.
"The Spring Hunting Competition will begin in a month. You still have a month to live. If you anger me now, you won't be able to live past today."
After Steward Liu finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, leaving Ye Fanchen hanging there. At the end of his speech, he did not forget to educate Ye Fanchen.
"Young man, you should know your limits."
When the spectators outside the accounting room saw this scene, their faces were full of ridicule.
"Behind Steward Liu is the Song family. Ye Fanchen has angered the Song family. Steward Liu naturally won't let him have it easy!"
"You're embarrassed! This is only the beginning. You won't have it easy after this! "
"Look at his eyes. He still wants to hit Steward Liu? What a joke! "
"From what I see, this Ye Fanchen is just being taught a lesson. If we don't teach him a lesson, he really won't know his place! Does he really think that the stone statue that collapsed due to years of disrepair was really kneeling to him? "
The spectators were either mocking or ridiculing. They looked at Ye Fanchen with disdain.
Xu Yan, who had run into the crowd because he was afraid that others would know that he had something to do with Ye Fanchen, shook his head at this moment. He lowered his head and muttered, "Why did he have to fight back then?"
Everyone's faces were full of ridicule. However, in the next moment, the ridicule on their faces froze.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, Steward Liu flew out like a rubber ball. His fat body was directly embedded into the medicine cabinet behind him, becoming a pendant.
And the person who punched him was Ye Fanchen!
Someone from the Song family?
Steward Liu? Someone with the Song family behind him? Beat him up all the same!
Since the Song family was prepared to make a move on Ye Fanchen, Ye Fanchen would definitely not show mercy to these Song family members.
Ye Fanchen's expression was as usual. He was like an old Buddha in this world. Nothing could stir up waves in his heart.
The spectators were stunned. Their pupils involuntarily shrank. This incident happened so suddenly that they couldn't react in time.
"What's going on?"
"He actually hit Steward Liu? Does he not want to live anymore? Even if the experts from the Song family can't take revenge on him due to the Vice Dean, the Song family martial disciples in the Desert College will take revenge on him! "
"He really doesn't want to live anymore!"
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Who would have thought that Ye Fanchen, who didn't say a word earlier, would punch him! He even sent Steward Liu flying!
Xu Yan was also stunned at this moment. His eyes were filled with disbelief. Was this still the Ye Fanchen he knew?
At this moment, Steward Liu was struggling to crawl out of the herb cabinet. His face was flushed red and his eyes were filled with viciousness!
"Kid, you won't live past today! I promise! "Steward Liu said hysterically!
Won't live past today?
Ye Fanchen's expression was as usual. His eyes flashed and he punched Steward Liu's old face again!
"Boom!"
"Kacha!"
Ye Fanchen's punch landed directly on Steward Liu's fat face. Instantly, dozens of white teeth scattered in the air. Steward Liu's body was once again embedded into the herb cabinet behind him. The herbs in the cabinet poured out and buried Steward Liu.
Instantly, everyone was in a mess. Their faces couldn't help but twitch.
"Crazy! Crazy! This guy is crazy! "
"Monthly allowance." Ye Fanchen didn't care about the gazes of the crowd. He stared coldly at Steward Liu who couldn't move for a moment and said in a casual voice.
When Steward Liu heard this, his entire body trembled.
At this moment, a man wearing a white robe with a dragon engraved on it appeared in everyone's vision! Following closely behind him were two young Martial Disciples dressed in black robes.
"Impudent!"
An angry roar rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the white-robed martial disciple. A name appeared in their minds at the same time.
Song Hai!
The adopted son of the Song family's patriarch, Song Nian. He entered the Desert College for less than three months and advanced from the early stage of the Stepping Dust Realm to the middle stage of the Stepping Dust Realm! His talent was extremely strong!
Everyone's eyes flashed with doubt.
Logically speaking, the disciples of the Song family were all like the mysterious nobles of the Desert College. They didn't interact with other martial disciples. It was really strange for them to appear in the accounting room today.
But soon, the doubt on everyone's faces turned into anticipation.
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