PFC Chapter 302 You fucking don't recognize me?
Chapter 302 You fucking don't recognize me?
Chen Feng's face turned pale at a visible speed.
He instinctively lowered his head, not daring to meet Li Wudao's gaze.
It's over, this time we've really been ruined by that idiot Zhang Qinian!
Given Li Wudao's current status, not to mention him, even the person behind Zhang Qinian would have to give him some face.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he caught a glimpse of the tea set on the table next to him out of the corner of his eye.
Chen Feng strode over, poured a steaming cup of tea, and with trembling hands, held the teacup to Li Wudao.
"Holy Son, please calm down..."
His voice was hoarse, and he adopted a very humble posture.
The entire Inner Palace was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All eyes were focused on the cup of tea, and their expressions changed slightly.
It was not just a cup of tea, but a transfer of power.
The dignified Deputy Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall has voluntarily backed down!
Li Wudao did not answer immediately.
He stared at Chen Feng for a long time, so long that Chen Feng's arm began to tremble slightly, before he lightly reached out and took it.
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could fully relax, his heart jumped again.
Because he saw that Li Wudao picked up the teacup but did not drink it.
Instead, they turned their gaze to Zhang Qinian, who was lying on the ground.
"This is the helper you summoned... your senior brother... the deputy hall master of the Enforcement Hall..."
He paused, took a sip of tea, and then slowly continued:
"To put it bluntly, even he has to give me face, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold onto his position as deputy hall master..."
"You fucking don't recognize me?"
Given his current status, equivalent to a sect leader, these words are not arrogant.
"I'm...I'm sorry..."
Zhang Qinian's whole body trembled even more violently.
Li Wudao suddenly leaned down and got close to him.
The two faces were no more than three inches apart.
Zhang Qinian could even see his own terrified and distorted face reflected in Li Wudao's eyes.
"So, who gave you the audacity to mess with my people?!"
This shout nearly scared Zhang Qinian out of his wits, and he kowtowed repeatedly:
"I...I'm so sorry...Holy Son...I truly didn't know they were your friends...otherwise..."
Before he could finish speaking, Li Wudao interrupted him.
So you mean...?
"If it weren't me who came today, but any ordinary disciple, without any background or backing, would you be able to beat, scold, extort, and humiliate me at will?"
His smile was laced with sarcasm.
Zhang Qinian froze.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
But inside, a frantic roar was raging:
nonsense!
If it weren't for you, and any other disciple dared to cause trouble in the Inner Affairs Hall, I would have broken their legs and thrown them out long ago!
As for his cousin... she's so beautiful, now that she's in my hands, I can do whatever I want with her!
But he didn't dare say a single word of these things.
Li Wudao nodded, noticing the fleeting resentment and defiance in his eyes.
"understood."
Then, to everyone's horrified gaze—
He flipped his wrist.
The entire cup of boiling hot tea, tea leaves and all, was poured over Zhang Qinian's head!
"what--!!!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the Imperial Household Hall!
Zhang Qinian covered his head with his hands and rolled around on the ground frantically!
The scalding tea water instantly scalded his hair and scalp, causing the bright red skin to curl up and smear all over his face and body with the tea leaves!
"It hurts! It hurts so much!! Holy Son, spare me... spare me!!"
He rolled on the ground, his screams growing more and more agonizing.
The disciples watching all gasped in shock!
Li Wudao remained expressionless.
He looked down at Zhang Qinian, who was rolling on the ground and groaning in pain, and sneered: "Still dare to hide? Did I, the Holy Son, give you permission to hide?!"
Zhang Qinian froze, his scream caught in his throat.
He dared not hide anymore.
He collapsed to the ground, his hands gripping the earth tightly, his whole body trembling, yet he stubbornly endured the excruciating pain, daring not to move an inch.
However, the狰狞 face and bloodthirsty eyes sent chills down everyone's spines, and they dared not meet his gaze for fear of incurring his wrath.
"I know you're not convinced. You can use any means you want against me, I'll take them all..."
"But if you dare to trip up the people around me, I will make you wish you were dead."
Li Wudao took out a snow-white handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands.
Then, he casually tossed the handkerchief aside.
The handkerchief fluttered down and landed on Zhang Qinian's blood-soaked face.
"Throw it out."
Li Wudao's voice returned to calm.
Chen Feng trembled and quickly bowed, "Yes... I'll take care of it right away!"
He gave a wink to the stewards behind him, and immediately two men stepped forward and dragged the wailing Zhang Qinian away like a dead dog.
A glaring bloodstain was left on the bluestone ground.
From the wall pit, it extends all the way to the outside of the hall.
The hall was completely silent.
Everyone stared at the bloodstain and at the young man in blue standing at the end of it.
"Holy Son, wait!"
A voice suddenly rang out.
He was a thin outer disciple, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. His clothes were faded from washing, but he stood up with red eyes.
He pointed at Zhang Qinian, his voice trembling but firm:
“Three years ago… my brother was on duty in the Imperial Household Department when he accidentally broke a vase… Zhang Qinian beat him so badly that both his legs were broken… and he’s still paralyzed in bed…”
Before he could finish speaking, another disciple stepped forward:
“My sister… he took a liking to my sister last year and wanted to force her to be his concubine… My parents refused, so he had his men smash up our shop… My father was severely injured and didn’t survive more than three months…”
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
One disciple after another stepped forward.
Their voices were sometimes angry, sometimes choked, sometimes trembling, but their eyes burned with a rage that had been suppressed for many years.
All those past events, those injustices, those tears of blood, all erupted at this moment.
Chen Feng's face turned pale. He wanted to stop them, but saw Li Wudao wave his hand.
Li Wudao looked at the disciples who had stepped forward and slowly spoke:
"Go."
"One kick for each person."
"Consider it interest."
The words had barely left his mouth!
The disciples surged forward like a tidal wave!
"You bunch of little beasts, this elder will see who dares to..."
Zhang Qinian glared and cursed, but before he could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground, his eyes seeing stars.
"I'm going to hit you, you old dog Zhang!"
"Brothers, beat him up!"
......
Immediately, a series of shrill screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, echoed endlessly.
Soon, Zhang Qinian was kicked around like a dead dog, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his screams growing weaker and weaker.
The disciples kicked, cried, and cursed as they went.
Some people broke legs, some broke arms, some were covered in blood, but they still wouldn't stop.
It was as if he wanted to vent all the grievances, resentment, and anger he had suffered over the years in these kicks.
Chen Feng was horrified. If this continued, Zhang Qinian would really be beaten to death!
If it were Master Guyue, knowing that his only grandson had been beaten to this state, who knows how furious he would be.
It's a bit scary to think about it now.
He looked at Li Wudao, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
But Li Wudao just watched quietly, his eyes deep and unreadable.
Until Zhang Qinian fainted, his breath was weak, and he was almost on his last breath.
Li Wudao finally spoke: "That's enough."
The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The disciples shuddered and stopped what they were doing.
They looked at Zhang Qinian, who was lying on the ground, his body mangled and almost unrecognizable, and then at Li Wudao. Their eyes were still bloodshot, but they had a clearer look in them.
"Take it away."
Li Wudao waved his hand.
"Yes……"
Chen Feng's voice trembled as he quickly ordered his men to drag the dying Zhang Qinian away.
And this farce has finally come to an end.
Li Wudao turned around and looked at the pale-faced elders of the Inner Affairs Hall, "Um... who will handle the matter of my cousin joining the sect?"
Seeing that Li Wudao didn't seem to be targeting him, Chen Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, he shouted sternly at the elders who were already terrified:
"What are you all standing there for?! Didn't you hear what the Holy Son said?"
"Immediately process Miss Li's entry into the sect! Be quick! Get everyone moving!"
"Get it done within fifteen minutes, or you'll all be arrested and whipped in the Hall of Law Enforcement!"
The elders, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly scrambled back to their posts.
Some were searching through jade slips, some were preparing tokens, and some were organizing documents...
They moved with unprecedented speed, fearing they might follow in Zhang Qinian's footsteps.
In just a short while, all the procedures were completed.
"Miss Li... please take a look..."
An elder offered it with both hands, his voice trembling.
The inner disciple's token, clothing, and... triple cultivation resources and salary for the month were all presented before him.
Looking at these things in front of her, and then at Li Wudao, Li Nanzhi's eyes were full of complicated emotions. "This... is probably against the rules, isn't it?"
She knew that if it weren't for her cousin, she wouldn't have received such preferential treatment.
Li Wudao simply nodded: "These are nothing, please accept them."
........
When I left the Inner Palace, it was already late at night.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the bluestone steps, giving them a silvery sheen.
"Cousin, thank you for today..."
Li Nanzhi spoke softly, her eyes still slightly red.
Li Wudao smiled and said, "We're family, no need for thanks. You'll stay with me at Misty Peak tonight, and we'll go to Jade Sword Peak tomorrow..."
After a few casual words, Li Wudao parted ways with the group.
"I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow."
Li Wudao waved his hand and led Li Nanzhi toward Misty Peak.
Jiang Churan stood there, quietly watching the boy's back, somewhat lost in thought.
She only let out a soft breath after that figure disappeared at the end of the forest path.
Her right hand unconsciously brushed across her left index finger. Inside the storage ring, the nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum lay quietly, radiating spiritual energy.
"See you tomorrow."
For some unknown reason, a very faint smile appeared on the corner of the girl's lips.
The curve was so shallow that she didn't even notice it herself.
Then, she turned around and walked towards the main peak.
Clad in white, like snow, they walked further and further away.
.........
Misty Peak, by the small lake.
Xia Gucheng, as usual, lay on a rattan chair fishing.
He held a fishing rod in one hand and a gourd of wine in the other, taking sips every now and then.
Moonlight spilled onto the lake, creating shimmering ripples. Several nimble fish swam in the water, occasionally leaping out and splashing tiny droplets.
Tranquil and peaceful.