Translated by XephiZ Edited by Aelryinth

Mu Nujiao turned around, blushing, and glared at Ai Tutu who had given him the rotten idea. She snapped furiously, "Stop talking rubbish, who would want someone like him who only know how to stir up troubles? It would be a relief if he didn't ruin our clan's reputation."

Ai Tutu quickly leaned closer to Mo Fan when she saw Mu Nujiao trying to justify herself. She whispered with an evil grin, "Demon king, did you notice? Since you've come back alive, Sister Mu has been deriding and giving you lots of caustic remarks. I've never seen her treat any man like this. If she didn't actually hate you, she must have fallen in love with you. I did mention the Mu Clan's son-in-law, but I never said she would be marrying you. The Mu Clan has many daughters."

Mo Fan quickly nodded after hearing Ai Tutu's explanation.

Mu Nujiao blushed even more. She never thought the two would collude to set her up. She turned around, not willing to speak to them, while trying to escape from the awkward situation.

"Well, I guess your sacrifice to save her life is working pretty well," said Ai Tutu.

Mo Fan nodded heavily, before asking with a stern look, "If I'm going to marry her to become their son-in-law, I'll go even if they aren't offering me any equipment."

Ai Tutu rolled her eyes at him and rebuked, "In your dreams!. With Sister Mu's value, their clan would surely want a young Advanced Magician, who also needs to have a high chance of achieving the Super Level. An Intermediate Magician like you, who doesn't even have a formidable background, could only marry with an uglier, and less important daughter from one of their side families. Besides, to marry the daughter of a renowned clan, you probably need to fill this room up with high-quality equipment. There's no way they would give you equipment!"

"So what you're implying is that even if I were to join a renowned clan, I will most likely end up as a butler, who has to obey the commands of their pampered sons and daughters. Sigh, such an evil class society. Why don't they look at our wholehearted love toward one another? Why can't they let go of their feudalism for once?" exclaimed Mo Fan as he raised his head.

Ai Tutu burst out laughing while hugging her stomach when she heard this.

Mu Nujiao, who was on the balcony, could not stay any longer. She initially thought Mo Fan would reflect upon himself when discussing such a serious topic, as it would serve as a great blow to his dignity, yet he was as shameless as usual.

Who the hell loved him wholeheartedly?

Mu Nujiao quickly went back to her room, to avoid falling into their hands again.

That Ai Tutu deserved a beating. When they agreed to rent the place together, she had promised that they would stand against the smug demon king together, yet she had been colluding with him. Lately, her eyes would glisten whenever she heard news related to the demon king.

At this rate, maybe her Ai Clan would take the initiative to recruit him as their son-in-law!

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As the date of the challenges approached, Mo Fan had spent most of his time cultivating to prepare for the battles. He did not even have extra time to get his armor sorted out. Whenever he went for a meal, he would see people taking pictures of him with their phones, before muttering something like "We shall catch the Fire School's Zhao Ritian alive!" under their breaths.

{TL Note: Zhao Ritian is a meme figure from a parody song, "My name is Zhao Ritian". It's quite complicated to explain the origin, but basically, just think of someone who has done lots of evil deeds.}

Mo Fan was now referred to as the Fire School's Zhao Ritian. The whole school was well aware of his arrogance and scornful attitude.

His rate of becoming famous totally outmatched the attention seekers who desired their names to be listed on the school's leaderboard.

However, Mo Fan was the first to disagree!

Which idiot gave him such a weak nickname!

Wait and see, in less than a month, the students of Pearl Institute would know that the infamous demon king had returned!

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Afternoon, Mo Fan had just come back from the training ground.

The training ground was fairly helpful. Not only did it provide targets that moved on their own for the students to train their accuracy, it also had a small magic platform in the corner, where the students could replenish their energy quickly.

The replenishment of energy required a significant amount of time, yet it would deplete fairly quickly when the students were practicing their Spells. Therefore, the magic platform provided at the training ground greatly boosted the students' efficiency.

That being said, the training ground was only open to the top three hundred students. The others were only permitted to use the ordinary training grounds. Those who were ranked even lower could not use the training grounds with moving targets.

The special facilities were only available to those ranked highly on the leaderboard. Those ranked lower had no choice but to keep on challenging the students that were stronger if they were eager to have more resources and access to facilities.

After training at the school for the past few days, Mo Fan finally understood why those with low ranks were so keen to challenge him. Leaving the resources aside, even the access to the different facilities was tied to the students' ranking, too.

Mo Fan began to feel a headache again as soon as he left the training ground. He had learned how useful the hundredth rank was to him, thus he was reluctant to give it up. However, too many people were trying to challenge him. His energy alone was nowhere sufficient to last until he finished all the challenges. How could he possibly keep his ranking?

While walking on the street, a fairly weak-looking male student bumped into his chest around a corner.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to," said the weak-looking student.

Mo Fan was confused. He was actually at fault since he was too immersed in his thoughts, but the person kept on apologizing. Mo Fan subconsciously assumed the student to be timid.

"Aren't you Zheng Jiahui?" Mo Fan recognized the student with the lowest rank.

Zheng Jiahui raised his head and saw the infamous Mo Fan. His face immediately turned pale, who responded with a stammering voice, "Why... why is it... you.. .I... I should stay away from you."

Mo Fan's eyes glistened when he saw Zheng Jiahui. He quickly grabbed his hand and smilingly said, "What are you afraid of? They are already looking down on you. You're no different than me, the public enemy of the whole element."

"I know that the trash you were describing was me. I...I admit that I'm the weakest, but...but I don't dare to offend the teacher or challenge the students," said Zheng Jiahui in a soft tone.

Mo Fan patted heavily on the kid's back and said, "So do you want to stop yourselves from ranking last? I do agree that it's quite humiliating."

"Forget it, I've been the last for half a year. Once I finish this year, I'll leave Pearl Institute," said Zheng Jiahui.

"Don't give up on yourself, help me with a favor, and not only I will guarantee you resources that you could ever dream of, I'll also help you to get out of the last rank. As a reward, I'll also lend you the Nebula Tool that is given to the hundredth rank, how's that?" said Mo Fan with gleaming eyes.

When he saw the last ranked of the Fire School, Zheng Jiahui, he immediately came up with an idea.