Not long after, the Head of the Fire Institute, Wei Rong, entered, exclaiming his helplessness. He had an imposing aura, and at that moment, the entire Fire Institute lecture hall, with its thousand-plus students, fell silent.
He walked to the podium, his gaze sweeping across the fan-shaped university hall, looking at the numerous Fire Institute students.
"Which one is Mo Fan?" Head Wei Rong asked.
Mo Fan was a little surprised and stood up, unsure why he was being called.
Everyone's gazes converged on him. It was a rare occurrence for a student to be called out by the Head of the Institute in a department with a thousand attendees.
"Are you a new student who transferred departments?" Wei Rong asked.
"Yes," Mo Fan nodded.
"It's almost the end of the semester, why are you transferring now? I don't accept good-for-nothing students with wandering minds!" Wei Rong said unceremoniously.
Mo Fan had returned half a year early, so it was indeed the end of a semester.
Wei Rong's temper had always been fiery. When he learned that a student was transferring to his department today, especially a new student entering the Main Campus, he strongly opposed it.
Who knew this student had quite the background? The Dean himself personally handled his transfer procedures. The procedures were legitimate, and Wei Rong couldn't refuse, but departments were separate, and the Head of the Institute had enough authority. Wei Rong didn't care how influential this kid was; if he was on his territory, he wouldn't give him face.
His Fire Institute might have many people, but every single one of them was a handpicked elite!
A newly arrived student, and he even transferred to the Fire Institute?
He looked down on him, completely looked down on him!
Mo Fan was originally pondering how to quickly climb the ranks. Seeing Head Wei deliver himself to his doorstep, he naturally didn't hold back: "Tsk, then why am I still sitting here?"
Wei Rong's thick eyebrows shot up. This transfer student, dared to talk back??
Which of the thousand-plus students in the Fire Institute wasn't respectful towards him? Even those top ten on the ranking list, no matter how deep their background or strong their power, never dared to talk back.
"Do you think you're very strong?" Wei Rong questioned.
"Not bad, at least not the good-for-nothing you mentioned," Mo Fan replied.
"This month's test has concluded, so consider yourself lucky. Next month, if I see your ranking outside the top thousand, go back to whichever department you came from. The resources of the Fire Institute are allocated by me, and I can completely deprive you of them on the grounds of your extremely poor performance," Wei Rong said impolitely.
"Are you telling a joke? One thousandth place?" Mo Fan sneered.
"Hmph, talk after you've achieved it," Wei Rong said coldly.
"Sigh."
Mo Fan sighed. Under Wei Rong's puzzled gaze, he looked left and right, then said again: "You said you don't accept good-for-nothings, but how come I look around and it seems everyone sitting here is trash? Could it be that your teaching level has some problems, teacher?"
Mo Fan's words didn't specifically name anyone, but that phrase 'everyone sitting here' was truly an insult to the entire Fire Institute, cursing everyone in it.
Cursing the students in the lecture hall was one thing, but he even cursed the Head of the Institute, Wei Rong, saying that everyone he taught was trash. For a moment, the entire lecture hall felt like it was burning. If gazes could truly solidify into flames, Mo Fan would have already been incinerated to ashes by thousands of eyes!
Mo Fan didn't care about this at all.
If he could make these people submit once, it would save unnecessary trouble in the future.
Moreover, this Teacher Wei started barking without first sensing his own cultivation, so he couldn't be blamed.
"Very good, very good, very good." Head Wei Rong called out three times, his gnashing teeth suggesting he wanted to throw Mo Fan out and beat him up!
The lecture hall became even more tumultuous and noisy!
Then, contestants ranked three hundredth, four hundredth, and so on, all started barking.
"Everyone, quiet down!" Wei Rong's voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire lecture hall.
His eyes, like torches, stared at Mo Fan, and he could also feel the strong fire aura around him.
The lecture hall instantly fell silent; only everyone's breathing could be heard.
Wei Rong still had a lot of prestige. With just one word from him, everyone instantly stopped talking, showing considerable respect for this teacher. Clearly, his teaching level was beyond doubt. But still, the same point remained: he himself started barking without first sensing his own cultivation.
So, he couldn't be blamed for being humiliated.
"This is Pearl Academy, this is the Fire Institute. I, Wei Rong, have seen many peerless geniuses, but no one has ever been able to say such words in my Fire Institute until now. Alright, I want to see what abilities you possess. Every student's performance in the Fire Institute is listed on the Fire Ranking, from first place all the way to one thousand one hundred forty-ninth place," Wei Rong said with a voice like iron.
As Wei Rong spoke, no one in the thousand-person lecture hall made a sound. His authority, like his booming voice, echoed through the vast hall.
Wei Rong's gaze swept across the thousand people and he said, "Zheng Jiahui, stand up."
Among the crowd, a seemingly timid boy slowly stood up.
For him, being called out was not a matter of pride; instead, he looked somewhat mortified.
"He is the last-ranked student in the entire Fire Institute," Wei Rong said to Mo Fan.
"Oriental Fury, stand up," Wei Rong continued.
At this moment, a somewhat flippant-looking man in the last row of the entire lecture hall reluctantly stood up. A grinning expression of watching the show was on his face, and the pride in his smile could not be hidden, forming a stark contrast with the boy named Zheng Jiahui.
Wei Rong pointed at Oriental Fury and continued to Mo Fan, "This is the first-ranked student in the Fire Institute."
"This first-ranked one is just so-so," Mo Fan said calmly.
If he was going to step on someone, he would naturally go straight for the strongest.
Oriental Fury's mutated spirit seed seemed powerful, but now with the Devil's possession, and being a great spirit seed, and having three Intermediate Mage elements at their peak, what was Oriental Fury compared to him?
Hearing what Mo Fan said, everyone present was stunned again!
Arrogant!
Boundlessly arrogant.
However, Oriental Fury didn't care, because, in his opinion, Mo Fan was just a clown. He wasn't worth his attention at all.
"Alright then, based on your arrogant words, I will list your performance this month in the hundredth position. I will let you experience what a Fire Institute student ranked in the top hundred endures every day!" Wei Rong said angrily.
"Only hundredth? I thought it was first," Mo Fan shrugged.
If he was first, he would directly earn a wave of resources, wouldn't that be awesome?
Wei Rong naturally didn't fall for it.
The tomboy next to him had also been called trash and wanted to teach Mo Fan a lesson. But now, in her eyes, Mo Fan was simply like a madman.
So, she directly chose to remain silent.
And as for Wei Rong's arrangement, Mo Fan naturally wouldn't care.
In a month, he could do many things. First, the remnant souls reserved for the Devil were temporarily not needed, so he could just use them to strengthen his spirit seed.
After all, he also planned to go out and do some bounties, and collect some remnant souls and essence souls along the way.
Once his spirit seed level increased, he could easily beat these people!
Moreover, speaking of which, getting the resources for the hundredth place for free right off the bat, wouldn't that be awesome?