Chapter 519: 42: Trouble Arises Again

Chapter 519: Chapter 42: Trouble Arises Again

At the beginning of the month, Lin Feng and others went together to the Outer Disciples’ Peak to receive sect benefits, and now many people were talking about this minor competition.

New entry-level disciples’ minor competitions naturally became the focus of many debates.

If there truly appeared a few “unmatched geniuses,” they would definitely be sought after.

Many disciples would try to make connections with them, perhaps benefiting from those relationships in the future.

…

“Identity Token,” the official responsible for distributing sect benefits said blandly as he looked at the disciple in front of him.

Yuh Zi’ang quickly took out his Identity Token.

The official glanced at it and showed a disdainful expression, “Tch, a disciple of Heavenly Repair Peak, I really don’t understand why the sect still gives out benefits to these wastes from Heavenly Repair Peak—it’s simply a waste of resources.”

Although somewhat complaining, the official also dared not withhold the benefits from Heavenly Repair Peak; he was no big shot within the Azure Cloud Sect.

Although Yuh Zi’ang was timid, he showed anger upon hearing such mockery.

The official sneered continually as he looked at Yuh Zi’ang, disdainfully saying, “Boy, what are you glaring at? Am I wrong? Do you think you’re even qualified to receive the sect’s benefits? Believe it or not, I could slap you to death?”

Yuh Zi’ang’s fists clenched tightly, he felt a fiery anger burning fiercely within his chest.

That fiery anger seemed like it would ignite his whole body.

But ultimately, Yuh Zi’ang restrained himself, knowing that if he lashed out, it would only bring him humiliation.

“Waste,” the official said as he threw Yuh Zi’ang’s sect benefits and Identity Token onto the ground.

“You’re going too far.”

Yuh Zi’ang shouted in anger.

“What? You want to hit me?” The official sneered.

Yuh Zi’ang’s face turned a livid blue, he clenched his teeth, and stooped to pick up his belongings.

“Haha, truly a waste.”

“Not just a waste, but a coward too.”

Those mocking voices echoed one after another.

Yuh Zi’ang, head bowed and teeth clenched, others saw him as a waste, a coward, but he knew—he was not, he was certainly not a coward, was his personality genuinely weak? Yuh Zi’ang felt his heart was strong, perhaps he ought to fight them, but if he really got hurt, and his cultivation could no longer progress, would his aspirations still be achievable?

Yuh Zi’ang could never forget the look in his mother’s eyes before she passed away—blank, mournful, reminiscent, and filled with profound loss for him.

“Mother was driven out by the madam, died, and couldn’t even be buried in the family’s cemetery, only exteriorly, becoming a lonely and stray ghost.”

Yuh Zi’ang kept telling himself, no matter the oppression or humiliation he faced outside, he ought to endure, he had to become strong, return to his family, stand in front of his indifferent father, and question why his father ignored him and his mother?

To let his mother be buried in the family cemetery, Yuh Zi’ang had kneeled for ten days and nights, yet no one paid him any heed until he passed out, only then did he realize, he was just an abandoned child of the family.

But even if abandoned by the family, so what? Even if his talents were not outstanding, so what? Even if his mother was just a ‘clean official’ (a woman in the brothel who performs but does not sell herself), so what?

As long as he had strength, he would definitely make the family change their minds, his mother’s grave could be moved back into the family cemetery, she wouldn’t have to be a lonely, stray ghost in death as she was tormented in life.

…

Yuh Zi’ang reached out to pick up the bag of Spirit Stones thrown on the ground, the very thing he dreamt of obtaining each month, knowing he needed the Spirit Stones to assist in his cultivation.

But just then, a foot from among the crowd stepped onto the Spirit Stones.

Yuh Zi’ang raised his head, he didn’t recognize the disciple before him, and said, “Senior fellow apprentice, you are stepping on my Spirit Stones.”

“I know, but recently, Brother, I have reached a critical moment in my cultivation and am about to break through to the Martial King Realm. I need Spirit Stones, so how about you give me yours?” he said coolly.

“Yang Teng of Five Elements Peak? A mere ten-layer Martial General Realm guy dares to bully someone from Heavenly Repair Peak.”

“Don’t underestimate this Yang Teng. Though his cultivation is only at the ten-layer Martial General Realm, his Martial Soul is the Ancient Fierce Beast Taowu, a tremendously terrifying offensive Martial Soul. Once he breaks through to the Martial King Realm, his power will skyrocket, surpassing others is not impossible.”

“Ancient Fierce Beast, Taowu? Damn, how lucky is this guy to have awakened such a powerful Martial Soul?”

Some people were discussing it, looking at Yuh Zi’ang with pity in their eyes.

“No, it can’t be, these are my Spirit Stones; I need them for my cultivation as well,” Yuh Zi’ang shook his head.

“Hey, brother, do me a favor, and after I break through to the Martial King Realm, I will take care of you,” Yang Teng said.

Probably even ghosts wouldn’t believe those words from Yang Teng.

Naturally, Yuh Zi’ang didn’t believe it either. “Brother, I am well cared for by the other disciples of Heavenly Repair Peak. Thank you for your kindness.”

Yang Teng’s face immediately darkened. “Are you saying that you won’t give me face?”

Yuh Zi’ang replied, “I wouldn’t dare to refuse to give Brother face; I only want to take back my own Spirit Stones.”

Yang Teng’s expression instantly turned icy. “After all this talk, you still won’t give me face. Since you aren’t giving me face, then I see no reason to give you any.”

With those words, Yang Teng raised his foot and kicked Yuh Zi’ang.

Thud! The kick landed hard on Yuh Zi’ang, sending him flying four or five meters.

Struck by the heavy blow, Yuh Zi’ang’s entire body convulsed violently.

“I’ll ask you one more time, will you give me the Spirit Stones?”

Yang Teng walked toward Yuh Zi’ang, looking at him coldly.

“These are my Spirit Stones.”

Yuh Zi’ang gritted his teeth and said, struggling to stand up. His frail body shivered slightly.

“This kid is quite stubborn.”

“Is it necessary to stubbornly cling to these Spirit Stones?”

Some disciples frowned slightly, watching Yuh Zi’ang’s frail body momentarily feeling a bit of pity, but that slight pity was quickly dispersed. In the sect, it was all about competition, survival of the fittest—there was no time for pity.

“So, you are asking for death.”

Yang Teng’s expression turned sinister, and he raised his right hand to fiercely slap the still-trembling face of Yuh Zi’ang.

Just as the slap was about to land on Yuh Zi’ang’s face.

At that moment, a disciple pushed through the crowd, came forward, and grabbed Yang Teng’s wrist.

“Kid, who are you? Daring to meddle in my affairs?” Yang Teng angrily looked at the bold fellow in front of him.

Lin Feng sneered, “What kind of thing are you? Even daring to bully a disciple from Heavenly Repair Peak?”

Snap.

Lin Feng wrung Yang Teng’s wrist with his right hand, breaking it instantly.

“Ah!”

A terrible scream of agony echoed.

“That’s ruthless, to break Yang Teng’s wrist just like that.”

Many people gasped in shock.