And this young man actually called Su Jing a fool to his face!
Does he not want that pretty little face anymore?
"Alright, then let’s go down the mountain."
Who would’ve thought!
A scene that made everyone gasp took place.
The Su Jing who never knew his limits when it ca to hitting people rely frowned slightly and then obediently agreed.
It’s simply like seeing a ghost!
This young man was clearly just a Second Grade seeker, a cultivator so weak he couldn’t be weaker.
Even the sect’s disciple intake barely kept anyone like him, eliminating countless every year.
Wen Yu’s expression soared with a barely concealed anger; he felt belittled and humiliated by this small fry.
"Stop!"
Wen Yu’s shout was so loud that it startled the disciples on the spirit platform.
It was the first ti they had seen this senior brother speak so loudly, evidently angry.
Even Su Jing turned to look at him with curiosity, feeling inexplicably pleased.
Because he suddenly realized how powerful Baili An was; a simple word could infuriate Wen Yu to the point of losing his composure.
In the past, it was always him who was infuriated to the point of screaming.
Now the situation was unexpectedly reversed.
"Do you have any business?" Baili An stopped and looked at him.
Wen Yu’s expression froze for a mont, then said coldly: "Unruly, I’ll give you another chance. Kneel and kowtow to properly, and call senior brother!"
After speaking, he masked his angry expression, pretended to nonchalantly brush away non-existent dust from his sleeve.
He said calmly, "I am an Inner Disciple, in charge of newcors’ matters. Since you are a newcor, you should report to and get your tasks for today.
Why are you so lazy, only knowing how to curry favor with the Sect Master’s son, bringing sha to us Taixuan disciples!"
Su Jing’s face twisted with hostility, clenching his fists, ready to hit soone viciously.
Wen Yu noted every change in Su Jing’s expression, unafraid of Su Jing’s anger, only fearing he’d leave just like that without anger.
He knew Su Jing feared nothing, except being punished by the Sect Master, which was more unbearable than getting beaten with the sect’s disciplinary stick.
He also knew that each ti Su Jing violently struck soone, the Sect Master would surely punish him with writing assignnts.
So, today he was eager to tease Su Jing, finding a rare opportunity.
Wen Yu chuckled, stepped forward, and patted Su Jing’s shoulder, saying: "Are you thinking of beating soone again? As your senior brother, I won’t stoop to your level. Two punches or kicks don’t matter; however, the Sect Master might punish you to write again."
Expecting to see Su Jing’s unwilling expression, he was surprised to find Su Jing sneering coldly, the fierceness in his eyes not reduced but increased, even tinged with a trace of anticipated excitent.
Su Jing abruptly shook off the repugnant hand on his shoulder, raised his fist, and swung without embellishnt.
Wen Yu looked stunned, clearly unable to react. Su Jing, endowed with innate Divine Power and strength on par with him, punched so swiftly, his fist was upon him before the sound of the wind could rise.
Even if he had been prepared, he couldn’t have avoided this punch.
In the serene morning, a heavy thud echoed through the mountain, mingling with the teeth-clenching sound of a nose bone fracturing.
Wen Yu felt a sharp pain surge across his face; darkness veiled his vision as he embarrassingly flew into a dewy weedy area.
"Ah! Senior brother, are you alright?"
"Su Jing! What madness has overtaken you again!"
"You dared strike Senior Brother Wen Yu? We will surely report this to the Sect Master, and have you punished by rewriting assignnts!"
On the spirit platform, dozens of boys and girls rushed over, leaping into the weeds to aid Wen Yu up with concern.
Especially among them, so Taixuan Sect girls, their maternal instincts in full bloom, gazed tenderly at Wen Yu’s face, now marred and no longer handso.
Wen Yu turned around, covering his bleeding nose and mouth, staring venomously at the two of them on the forest path.
His nasal bone broken by the punch, he didn’t need a mirror to know how ugly he must look right now. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand, pointing fiercely at the two!
"How dare you hit your senior brother; you’ve got a death wish!"
Baili An sighed helplessly and turned to look at the disheveled Wen Yu, who was surrounded and protected like a star by the crowd.
He asked at a asured pace, "An Inner Disciple of Taixuan Sect? The Inner Disciple of the Taixuan Nine Classics?"
ntioning ’Taixuan Nine Classics,’ even Wen Yu and everyone else had to put aside their anger and involuntarily looked on with a sense of reverence.
The Taixuan Nine Classics are not a treasury of mystical cultivation techniques but represent nine individuals, the most outstanding nine disciples in Taixuan Sect.
They are called ’Classics’ because within Taixuan Sect, nine Scripture Pavilions were established, each housing one of the most profound and ancient scriptures.
Only geniuses could comprehend them; only those with the best insight and calst mind could understand them.
Furthermore, to grasp the most crucial part of the scripture, the cultivator’s mastery must at least reach the Chengling phase.
Anyone who could comprehend the scriptures was respected as a ’Scripture Master’ in Taixuan Sect.
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