2803: Illegal Goods

Illegal Goods

0"No wonder the Holy Daughter had previously endured such a loss at their hands."

He found himself helpless in dealing with these individuals, let alone confronting the formidable Holy Daughter, Nie Yaoguang.

As he recalled her icy, stoic countenance, a chill crept into the Holy Son's eyes.

Tomorrow, at the academy's third centimeter examination ceremony, he planned to present a special gift to this young lady.

The night was calm.

Qiao Mu and her companions had enjoyed a restful night's sleep and awakened with renewed vigor at 5 o'clock in the morning.

The voice of the academy's manager echoed from outside as he led a group of people carrying several large boxes into the courtyard.

"Please accept these ten sets of academy uniforms!"

Ma Ta stepped forward and opened each box.

Inside each box were two to three sets of pristine white academy uniforms adorned with a spherical, multicolored flower emblem embroidered on the collar and chest.

At a glance, Qiao Mu found this flower to be oddly familiar.

Upon closer examination, it became clear—it was the longeval flower.

/So, the Imperial Academy's emblem was actually the longeval flower?/

/Could it be that there was a longeval tree thriving within the Imperial Academy?/

Qiao Mu's thoughts swirled, though she remained somewhat uncertain.

The longeval tree was notoriously finicky about its growth environment. It wouldn't bloom outside of a mystic domain, and it wouldn't bear fruit without a divine realm.

Despite nurturing the longeval tree within Paradise Planet for so long, it had yet to bear fruit within that spiritual domain space due to subpar environmental conditions.

According to the sapling's estimation, it would likely only bear fruit once Paradise Planet ascended to the divine realm.

As for achieving divine realm status…

Qiao Mu let out a sigh involuntarily when she contemplated this.

/It's still a long way off!/

Her current cultivation level was merely that of a level-11 grand spiritual cultivator, a far cry from attaining true divine realm cultivation…

/Patience is key; not everything can be rushed./

Qiao Mu had everyone meticulously inspect their newly acquired academy uniforms. Zhanping, however, couldn't contain his excitement and restlessly scrutinized every detail, leaving the bewildered manager who had presented them unsure of how to respond.

After a thorough examination, they all donned their pristine white academy uniforms.

These were indeed treasures with a staggering price tag of one hundred thousand spirit currency per set of defensive spiritual clothing.

Once they put them on, the uniforms automatically adjusted to fit their individual measurements, hugging their bodies like a second skin that allowed for easy movement. It was an incredibly comfortable sensation.

Her Excellency, Lady Qiaoqiao, nodded in approval. "They're perfect."

The manager who had delivered the academy uniforms couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Beforehand, the Dean had instructed him to ensure that every academy uniform was thoroughly inspected, down to the smallest detail.

/These new students are quite meticulous!/

The manager wiped his sweat away and departed with the group of imperial guards.

Qiao Mu and her companions were dressed in pristine white academy uniforms as they enjoyed their dinner in the side hall. Their attention was drawn to Holy Son Miyan, who was approaching with his entourage of a dozen priests and imperial guards.

Little Fatty almost choked on his porridge.

Everyone was well aware of the events from the previous night.

The young girl had assigned three rooms to Holy Son Miyan and his group, but these rooms were constructed from subpar wood!

The rooms were nearly bare, lacking even basic amenities like comfortable bedding, let alone any other furniture.

/In fact, there was absolutely nothing at all!/

It had undoubtedly been a rough night for Holy Son Miyan and his party. They had resorted to sleeping on the hard floor throughout the night, evident from the dark circles under their tired eyes and their visibly fatigued expressions.

Miyan and his companions glared at Qiao Mu and her friends from their standard-class seats.

It was nothing short of inhumane, and the priests couldn't help but criticize the situation silently in their minds.

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