The road is right under your feet

Chapter 215: Too much bullying?

Afterwards, blood began to flow out of the man's seven orifices. The intense pain made him wail and roar. He could no longer maintain his body shape. His body suddenly stopped and fell from mid-air.

"Senior Brother!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"You...are going too far!"

"Let's go!"

"This is too much?" Liu Fuqing raised his eyebrows. "Hey, where are the people from the Medicine Department?"

"Here." The voices suddenly rang out from all directions, deafening.

Everyone immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "This...this...when did Dayun have such a large number of alchemists?"

The people in the Dan Palace were sweating profusely, their eyes filled with fear. They stopped in the air with their backs against each other, looking vigilantly at the people who were gathering around Liu Fuqing.

That group of people...was so large that they almost occupied half of the entire hall.

A man with freckles on his face said timidly: "Brother, what should we do now?"

The brother's back was soaked with cold sweat. "You ask me, how would I know?" Then, he pointed the finger at another person, "It's all your fault. Why did you start a war for no reason?"

"You! Can't you see that our senior brother is dead? He was the one who killed our senior brother! As fellow disciples, shouldn't we avenge him?" The young man had a handsome face, but his expression changed slightly when he heard that, and he said with an unpleasant look.

The senior brother suddenly grabbed his collar and said, "He's dead, so what? Do we have to be buried with him?"

The young man looked incredulous, "Just die?"

He struggled to break free and suddenly taunted, "If you die, then die! So, if you die, then die too. Your fellow disciples and even your master and uncle don't need to avenge you and let the murderer go unpunished."

He raised his hand and pointed at the fellow disciples around him, "You, you, and you, are you all scared?"

The person he pointed at avoided his gaze and moved closer to the people around him, trying to hide.

The young man seemed to understand something in an instant and suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, so you are all scared, right? Senior Brother was killed, but you can still remain indifferent. It's really sad."

"How do you want the outside world to see us? Cold-blooded and heartless? Or are we just afraid of death? The Dan Palace has come to an end with a bunch of rats like you."

The brother's face turned ugly, "Don't forget, I am also your brother, I order you now, retreat!"

The young man shook his head and retreated, saying, "You are afraid of death, but I am not. Even if I die, I want people to remember that even if the enemy is strong and I am weak, the people in the Dan Palace will never give up."

After saying that, he suddenly leaped back, landed in an alchemy cauldron, and headed towards Liu Fuqing.

The brother's eyes widened with anger, and a willow branch quietly appeared, wrapped around the young man's waist, and threw him behind the crowd.

Then he approached and stepped on the young man's chest. "Do you think you are so powerful? Do you think you are very capable? Can you kill all the enemies?"

The young man felt pain and turned his head away.

The senior brother was angry and stepped harder, "Ah? Can you? Speak!"

The young man groaned, stared at him, gritted his teeth, and said slowly, "No."

"Can't?" The senior brother sneered, "What a can't, you can't, but you still rush forward? Do you really want to die? Do you really want to drag us brothers and sisters to be buried with you?"

"Why are you so self-satisfied? Besides giving away a life for nothing, what else can you do? Oh? You can also intensify the conflict. All of us will have to accompany you in being self-satisfied. The sacrifice is meaningless."

"Do you think that if you go and die now, people will remember you? You are wrong. They will only think that you are overestimating your own abilities, trying to shake a tree with an ant, or even that you have a serious illness."

"I think you are indeed ill. He died, so he died. Don't you understand why he died? Trouble comes from the mouth. He paid for his words and actions. Should we pay for his mistakes?"

"Look here again. Are there several of your fellow disciples? Should they all die for the so-called fellow-disciple friendship and the so-called defense of the sect?"

He closed his eyes. "They all died for a dumb idiot who talked too much, and you're satisfied?"

The young man's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression dull, "So? But you didn't object at first, did you?" He came back to his senses and said self-deprecatingly, "So? If the other party's strength is not as good as ours, you will still choose to go ahead and kill them, right? Even for the fool you mentioned, you will still let the other party pay with his life, right? Even if we were wrong first, you still chose to kill the other party, right?"

"So? What do you want to tell me? Judging the situation, right? I'm not as smart as you, I just know that I can't let outsiders look down on us. Should we die if we speak without restraint? They obviously look down on us, should we remain silent? And then watch them kill more brothers and sisters, right?"

The senior brother fell silent immediately, slowly raised his foot, and let him go, "If you want to do something, I won't stop you."

"But this time is different. Dayun has a feud with us. If you go up there, it will only intensify their murderous intent towards us. I am your senior brother, and I cannot watch more of my fellow brothers die. So, this time, you cannot go over there."

After that, the young man was tied up tightly with willow branches. He kept struggling and yelling, "Let me go, let me go!"

The senior brother seemed not to hear, "Let's retreat."

He looked at the many figures opposite him vigilantly, and only breathed a sigh of relief until everyone returned to their own platforms. He swayed slightly as if he was a little exhausted, and then he started to leave.

Liu Fuqing curled the corners of his lips slightly, uttered a light "huh", and stopped, and the people behind him left in an orderly manner.

At this time, Zhuo Pingjian had also disappeared. Bai Xing withdrew his gaze, glanced at the person over there lightly, and then took out an alchemy cauldron.

It's time for him to leave.

Immediately, Bai Xing took out a pile of miscellaneous low-level spiritual medicines and threw them all into the alchemy furnace.

When everyone saw this scene, they all stretched their necks to look.

Seeing Bai Xing processing so many spiritual medicines at one time, they all sneered, with disdain in their eyes.

"I was wondering, how could Bai Xing be able to make an elixir? Those rumors are all just rumors. If I remember correctly, he has failed four times before. I really don't know how he got to the fourth level."