Yenny was relieved to have survived, but didn't expect the teacher who saved her scolded her like a shrew.

Many students recognized Trure Trone, the lord of the ninth peak in minor college, the teacher of perfection in immortality phase in the school, no matter what kind of identity was enough to make these students look up to, in awe. However, Trure's request to Yenny was too high, right?

Yenny was called useless? If they had been hit by thaat thunderball, they would have died.

They had just felt, across the fortified ring, just how powerful the thunderballs were.

Because of this, the school competition was clearly prohibited to use this mass destruction of thunder beads, after all, they were students of the same school, for the victory of a competition to ignore the lives of students was too cruel.

Yenny was injured but did not lose her life. That was quite remarkable.

"Mr. Trone, thank you, I'll be more careful next time."

When Yenny took the high-quality medicine, the injury in her body calmed down immediately and her face gradually returned to some ruddness.

She really didn't anticipate Sherin to be so despicable, not only using the forbidden thunderball in the game, but also throwing it at her while pretending to concede.

"And next time? Dead men have no right to regret!"

He glared at the silly little girl in front of him, and she almost lost her life. If he did not teach her a stern lesson, he would have been sorry for his best medicine.

In the face of the strict interrogation of the law enforcement elders, Sherin looked dead, still clenched his teeth, only said that he did not mean to do it, but in a rush to take the magic beads into the wrong thunderbead.

Most people didn't believe that, but Sherin insisted that he didn't mean to do it and that law enforcement elders could only deal with it according to the rules of prohibited weapons.

"Yenny wins! Sherin was disqualified from competition, forced to work freely for the school for three years, and demoted from the student of minor college to a labor."

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The law enforcement elders announced in public that they would punish Sherin seriously, but also to warn other students not do such bad things in the following competitions to challenge the school rules.

In this way, Sherin was punished for his evil deeds, and never entered the major college.

Sherin was taken away by the law enforcement students, and Yenny left the ring.

In a low voice, she asked Yuri, who came up to her, to help her perform a cleaning spell. After all, it was too disgraceful to look like a bloody mess.

"Sis, are you badly hurt?" When she saw that Yenny had to ask her for help with a cleaning spell, Yuri realized that she would not be able to continue the competition.

"Mr. Trure's medication was excellent and I've made a good recovery, but I haven't been able to use my mana in the last few days."

Yenny replied with frustration on her face.

Not being able to use mana meant there was no way to continue the competition at all, and the Mr. First place who was waving to her was now flying away because of that Sherin.

If she didn't get the top spot, would Mr. Trone still take her as his apprentice?

Thinking of this, she could not help looking at Trure Trone who was standing beside her, asked in a kind of lucky hope, "Mr. Trure, I can not continue the game in this time, and I can not get the first place. Will you give me any other opportunity to take me as a disciple?"

Trure looked at the poor little girl, inexplicably softhearted.

He was not a pedantic, and since when he had already decided to make Yenny his first student, he would not change his decision just because the girl had an accident and did not have a chance to win first place.

However, his apprentice was still too young and naive, so it was so easy to be backhanded. He had to take advantage of this opportunity to teach her a lesson.

"One wrong step on the cultivation may turn into a big mistake! Whatever the reason you can't play, it's ultimately your loss. If you have absolute power, or can be more careful, no plot would be workable on you!"

"What you say is very correct..." Yenny was frustrated, hesitating whether to try again or silently give up.

"Don't look sad, little girl. If he don’t take you, I'll take you as a disciple." At this time, a peaceful voice like heavenly music sounded leisurely.

With the sound, she saw a tall, thin, extremely handsome man walking slowly toward her in a long red robe.

Oh dear, wasn't that Constan Dran, one of the three men of Mahayana phase whose image hanging in the most visible place at school, was he?

Who was Constan Dran?

The rare genius of the cultivation world, the super strong man who had stepped into the Mahayana phase for less than a thousand years, the existence of who made the whole school and all the cultivators could only sigh and look up in awe!

"Bro, what are you doing here? When did I say I wouldn't take her as a disciple? You're trying to rob mine when you have two apprentices already? That's so unkind!"

Trure looked at the handsome bro who smiled like a fox, darkened his face. He reached out his hand and pulled Yenny behind him.

It was impossible for him not to worry about Yenny's defection. After all, there were few people in the world who could resist such temptation and vanity of becoming Constan Dran’s disciple, considering the status and power of Constan Dran.