The Man Worth Tens of Millions

With 29 million in profit from a single transaction, Mo Fan had never felt happiness quite like this before.

*I've never seen this much money in my entire life!!*

"And the buyer turned out to be from the Bai Clan — ha!" Zhao Manyan spotted the final bidder and couldn't hold back his laughter.

Having apparently secured what they came for, the Bai Clan members showed no further interest in the auction and rose to leave.

As Bai Cangfeng passed Mo Fan's seat with his clansmen, he made a point of glancing back. "There are things someone like you could never hope to obtain in your lifetime. You think that little edge of yours is worth bragging about? Once I have my Star Nebula Artifact, my cultivation will grind you into dust without breaking a sweat."

"Of course, of course. Go easy on me when the time comes." Mo Fan played meek, deliberately deflating.

Bai Cangfeng swaggered off without a second thought, while Zhao Manyan beside Mo Fan was nearly beside himself laughing.

Only Zhao Manyan knew that the 29 million his clan had just spent had gone straight into Mo Fan's pocket. The fact that Mo Fan had put his Spirit Essence up for sale in the first place was a signal that he had even better cultivation resources waiting — because who in their right mind sells something that boosts their own cultivation unless they've already moved past it? Only someone drunk on arrogance and family money would miss something so obvious.

And only someone like Bai Cangfeng would. They'd see exactly who crushed whom when the Main Campus entrance exam arrived.

Mo Fan did indeed have superior cultivation resources on hand. The little Loach Pendant had already drunk its fill of the Earth Sacred Spring — Battle-General-class Spirit Essence wasn't even enough to satisfy its appetite for advancement anymore.

After Bai Cangfeng left, Mo Fan settled back into his seat and continued watching the auction, keeping an eye out for any Enchanted Gear that might suit him.

Sure enough, a Shield Enchanted Gear came up before long.

Top-tier Armor Enchanted Gear cost a king's ransom, so Mo Fan had decided he'd rather find a solid Shield Enchanted Gear — something that could absorb a killing blow when it mattered most.

The piece that appeared was the Nether Separation Shield. Its durability alone could withstand a full-force strike from a Battle-General-class creature without flinching, and in critical moments it could release prismatic spines from its surface, delivering a single, devastatingly powerful piercing counterattack.

Mo Fan put in his bid. Competition was fierce, but in the end he secured it for 17 million.

The Nether Separation Shield was worth considerably more than the Blood Beast Boots — both its defensive capacity and its counterattack capability outclassed the boots by a wide margin.

Out of curiosity, Mo Fan also asked what his Blood Beast Boots might fetch on the open market. The answer came back at roughly 12 million. Pearl Academy's offerings were hardly bargain-bin goods.

"Want to grab a Slash Enchanted Gear while you're at it?" Zhao Manyan asked.

Slash Enchanted Gear was the weapon of choice for countless mages. At the basic and intermediate levels, when offensive options were limited, a quality Slash Enchanted Gear could become a mage's most critical lifeline.

"Is there anything decent for ten million?" Mo Fan asked.

"Put it this way — if you want something that can actually wound a Battle-General-class creature, you're looking at twenty million and up. Throw in secondary effects and it gets even pricier."

"Then I'm tapped out. I should save something to feed my pet." Mo Fan said.

"Ha, fair enough. With money like this you've got to keep a few canaries too, right? Let me introduce you to some mixed-blood girls—"

"I meant my Summoned Beast." Mo Fan had well and truly given up on Zhao Manyan, the absolute lech.

"Oh — oh, right. My mind wandered."

"Though, those mixed-blood girls you mentioned — go ahead and introduce them."

"...Uh..." Zhao Manyan found himself completely unable to keep up with Mo Fan's train of thought.

Sell the Spirit Essence, buy the Enchanted Gear — after everything, he still had 12 million left. Add in his existing savings of 3.1 million, and Mo Fan was pleased to discover he had roughly 15.1 million to his name after all his purchases.

First order of business with that kind of money: get rid of that godforsaken suburban apartment.

*Finally.* Mo Fan had put up with that place far too long. It required a bus transfer and a subway ride just to reach the city center — it was more rural than Bo City had ever been. How could somewhere like that befit a man of his means?

Next semester, Zhao Manyan had mentioned he was moving off campus. That settled it for Mo Fan too — there was no point staying in the dorms. A more independent space to train was exactly what he needed, and fewer eyes on him was always better. His secrets were piling up, and being watched was never comfortable.

Back at school, the end of the semester was drawing near.

This semester had been light on formal assessments. The real examination — the official Main Campus qualification — would come next semester.

Next semester was, to put it plainly, a free-range period. Students could train wherever they chose, continue attending classes, or never set foot in school at all. There was exactly one assessment that mattered: the Main Campus qualification exam.

For most mages, the gap between the Blue District and the Main Campus might as well be a dragon gate. The true Pearl Academy resided in the Main Campus — resources were plentiful and competition was ferocious, and those who managed to stand out there went on to become names known across Magic City and beyond.

Fighting for a place in the Main Campus was every student's singular focus. Mo Fan could see that Zhao Manyan's decision to move out wasn't just about having a more convenient space to bring girls home — he was buckling down. The gymnasium incident had earned him considerable support and resources from his clan, and he had every reason to stop coasting.

Mo Fan needed even less reminder. Beyond entering the Main Campus with his head held high, there was the Hunter Championship — less than two years out.

Both his Fire and Lightning Star Nebulas needed to advance past their first tier. He had to push them to the second level without delay.

Mo Fan hadn't forgotten Teacher Tang Yue's absolutely dominant Blazing Fist: Nine Palaces.

That was the third-tier Blazing Fist, paired with a Spirit Grade fire seed — its destructive power could obliterate a crowd in a single breath.

Lightning needed to advance as well. Stalling at the same stage was no way to move forward.

And Shadow Element went without saying — he needed to learn to draw Star Charts independently, and the supply of Star Chart Books was limited.

His Summoning Element hadn't even crossed into the intermediate tier yet. That called for serious, dedicated Meditation...

So much ground to cover. Mo Fan was beginning to feel that time itself was his most dangerous enemy.

There was one more thing nagging at him: Mo Fan had already sensed the tension saturating the entire school — thick as gunpowder smoke.

Rumor had it the Main Campus qualification would be decided by direct magical combat. Given that Mo Fan had managed to antagonize practically the whole student body, if he showed up without the skill to dominate the field outright, he'd be trampled into the ground in minutes. Those who resented him weren't limited to Bai Cangfeng alone — apparently a formal **Anti-Mo Fan Society** had been established.

The organization existed for one purpose: targeting Mo Fan, the school's universal enemy. The power he had demonstrated earlier struck those students still at the basic level as nothing short of demonic. The Society's ranks had been steadily swelling ever since, its members eagerly waiting for the day they could cut the demon down and restore justice to the world.

Stealing resources? Mo Fan had never lost a single night's sleep over it.

If he hadn't seized those resources, how would he have handled the Scale-Skin Mother Demon? And if he hadn't killed the Scale-Skin Mother Demon, where would the money for the Spirit Grade Lightning Seed and the Nether Separation Shield have come from?

This was the strong growing stronger.

Those weaklings actually thought a year of grinding would let them stand against him? When the time came, they'd learn soon enough — their daddy Mo Fan was still their daddy.