PFC Chapter 40: I saw the Chosen One being beaten up as soon as I entered the door!
Chapter 40: I saw the Chosen One being beaten up as soon as I entered the door!
The next day.
Li Wudao did not continue cultivating and planned to go out for a walk.
He hadn't left the house for a whole month, and he almost suffocated.
Most importantly,
The resources have been almost exhausted; it's time to go to the training grounds and fleece the disciples.
Ahem, no, it's time to reconnect and build some rapport.
.......
A martial arts arena.
Li Wudao hummed a little tune and strolled inside.
The moment I stepped in,
From afar, we could hear shouting and cursing coming from ahead.
A group of outer disciples were gathered together, seemingly bullying someone.
Although Li Wudao was indignant about being bullied by the many, he had no intention of meddling in other people's business.
He passed by, glanced through the crowd, and was about to leave.
however,
Just then, he heard a familiar name.
"Lin Yan, you piece of trash, how dare you talk back? It seems the lesson I taught you last time wasn't enough. Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
Li Wudao stopped, a bad feeling immediately rising within him.
Could it really be Lin Yan, that chosen one of destiny?
With a furrowed brow, he quickly squeezed into the front of the crowd.
The next moment, he saw a familiar young man, Lin Yan, whom he knew!
Li Wudao's expression was quite interesting.
Holy crap, he just got over and saw Chang Wei hitting Lai Fu.
now,
Lin Yan was being beaten repeatedly by two outer disciples, who were throwing punches and kicks at him with ruthless force. His body was covered in footprints, and his nose was bleeding.
"You piece of trash, next time you see us, you'd better bow to us, understand? Otherwise, we'll beat you up every time we see you."
"Exactly, what's with that long face all day? Oh, you dare to glare at me? I'll break your legs!"
Two outer disciples rolled up their sleeves, glared angrily, and prepared to strike hard.
Li Wudao stood aside, looking puzzled, ready to make a move at any moment.
Judging from the other party's tone, this wasn't the first time this had happened, which puzzled him.
First of all, given Lin Yan's strength and experiences, he would likely only focus on cultivation and seeking revenge for his family, and it's unlikely that he would actively provoke others.
Secondly, top-tier sects have strict rules, and disciples who commit offenses will inevitably be punished; beating a fellow disciple is no small matter.
Take Deng Lin and Tang Yi as examples. Although they are both highly respected disciples, they still dare not take action openly and can only try to resolve the issue privately by setting up a scheme.
If even the true disciples are like this, where do two mere outer disciples get the audacity to beat up a fellow disciple in full view of everyone?
There's something fishy going on here.
"I've never offended you, so why do you keep causing trouble? Does being weak mean you deserve to be bullied?!"
Lin Yan struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from his nose, and without fear, loudly questioned them.
He didn't know either of them at all, but they blocked his way and beat and verbally abused him. This was the third time today.
"Heh, you're right. If you don't have strength, you deserve to be bullied!"
"Don't you find it laughable that trash like you is still staying in the Xuantian Sect? You should get out of here as soon as possible and stop humiliating yourself."
The two outer disciples stood high above, sneering to themselves.
“I may not be very talented, but I have been working hard to cultivate. You have repeatedly threatened and bullied your fellow disciples. Aren’t you afraid of being held accountable by the sect?”
Lin Yan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red, and he felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
He was just a nobody at the bottom of society, having lost everything. Was he not even allowed to cultivate?
"Hmph, you're no good for me to worry about. Just come over here and get beaten up!"
Neither of them showed any concern, clearly having already devised a plan and unafraid of punishment from the sect.
"This is outrageous! I'll fight you to the death!"
Lin Yan, his eyes filled with despair, refused to sit idly by and wait for his doom, and decided to fight to the death.
The idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
He is currently only at the mid-stage of the Body Tempering Realm, while his opponents are at the mid-stage and late-stage of the Blood Removal Realm.
The difference in skill level is too great; there's no chance of winning no matter what.
The two outer disciples rubbed their hands together, sneering as they prepared to strike.
"stop!"
Just then, Li Wudao stepped out, his expression indifferent and his demeanor extraordinary.
Everyone turned to look at him, their expressions subtle.
No newcomer is unfamiliar with this true disciple who ranked second in the entrance examination.
"Brother Li! I..."
Lin Yan was stunned, then his face lit up with excitement, but he hesitated to speak.
Li Wudao nodded in acknowledgment, gave him a look, and then turned to look at the two outer disciples.
"What did Lin Yan do to offend you that you would resort to such extreme measures?"
He went through the formalities and asked questions, his eyes filled with hostility.
Lin Yan was a chosen one he had high hopes for. If it weren't for the ten drops of "Earth Spirit Milk" he received as a rebate last time, he would never have been able to break through to the Blood Transformation Realm so quickly.
Anyone who dares to bully the fat sheep he has his eye on is tantamount to provoking the tyrant, and should not be let off easily.
“This is a private matter between us. I advise you not to meddle, or you'll only get yourself into trouble.”
One of the outer disciples' expressions changed slightly, but he showed no intention of backing down.
"Although you have some talent, if you insist on standing up for this good-for-nothing, don't blame us for ganging up on you!"
The other person looked somewhat gloomy.
"Heh, interesting. You're going to attack me?"
Li Wudao shook his head and chuckled.
Regardless of whether he is a true disciple, these two are qualified to attack him.
Even without the limitations of status and position, with his current strength, he could probably send them to meet the Buddha in the Western Paradise with a single punch.
These two are either idiots or have someone backing them up.
Clearly, he prefers the latter.
"You can't touch him unless you defeat me. Make your move."
Li Wudao stood in front of Lin Yan, beckoned to the two of them with his finger, and remained calm and composed.
Lin Yan looked at the figure blocking his way, his eyes reddening slightly and his nose tingling.
Although he was an outer disciple, his status was like that of a servant. Anyone could bully him, and he had no sense of presence at all.
Li Wudao had only met him twice, yet he had helped him repeatedly. Apart from his family, he hadn't felt this heartwarming feeling in a long time.
At this time, more and more disciples gathered around, including some inner disciples and true disciples.
Faced with numerous scrutinizing glances,
"go!"
The two outer disciples froze, exchanged a glance, their faces grim, and turned to leave.
In the end, they still didn't dare to openly attack Li Wudao.
"Wait, who gave you permission to leave?"
Li Wudao stopped them, a cold smile playing on his lips. "You think you can just take advantage of my brother and leave? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"
"Don't go too far, it won't be good for anyone in the end."
"It was a disciple from the outer sect who said in a deep voice."
"Is that so? I'd like to see what's wrong with it?"
Li Wudao didn't buy into that at all, and started a fight at the slightest provocation.
He strode forward and swung a large fist at him.
"Snapped--"
A clear and loud slap rang out.
One of the outer disciples felt a heavy blow to his cheek, his head buzzed, his vision went black, and his body was thrown to the ground uncontrollably.
With a thud, he slammed his head to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.
Half of the man's face was swollen from being slapped, turning blue and purple, and seven or eight teeth were knocked out. He was pale and unable to speak.
"You...you're asking for death!"
Another outer disciple, filled with shock and anger, immediately rushed forward, a murderous glint in his eyes.
"A clay chicken and a tile dog, utterly vulnerable."
Li Wudao's eyes flashed with disdain as he raised his hand to take the punch from the other party, clenching it lightly.
"Click——"
"what--"
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the outer disciple cried out in pain, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
With just that one blow, his fist was crippled.
"With your meager strength, you dare to bully others? Who gave you the courage?"
Li Wudao didn't let him off easily, and kicked the man in the chest.
Suddenly, the second outer disciple flew out of the crowd, falling ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, tumbling several times before coming to a stop.
"puff--"
The man lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. His face instantly paled, and he gasped for breath.
Upon closer inspection, one would find that seven or eight of his sternums were broken, leaving several inches of dent, with blood gushing out—a truly gruesome sight.
The entire room fell silent; everyone stared in disbelief, swallowing hard.
So cruel!
Such an injury will keep him in bed for at least a few months.
"Brother Li said I'm his brother, this..."
Lin Yan's eyes were filled with complex emotions, mostly gratitude. He hadn't expected Li Wudao to go to such lengths for him.
[Ding! Lin Yan's favorability has increased by 30, currently at 50]
[You meet the requirements for the lucky draw. Do you want to start the draw?]
Suddenly, a system notification sounded.
Li Wudao was surprised, not expecting Lin Yan's favorability to rise so quickly, which made his fight worthwhile.
Just as the system said, Lin Yan is a grateful person.
"I almost forgot, there's also the system lottery feature..."
Li Wudao's heart stirred.
The prize pool for the Chosen One is full of good stuff; you never know, you might even draw an Emperor-level treasure.
at this time,
The disciple with half his cheek swollen stood up, his eyes bloodshot. "Li Wudao, this matter will not end here!"
"What are you barking at?"
Li Wudao was forced to stop the lottery, and he was seething with hatred.
That kid is really annoying; he had to jump out and interrupt him at this crucial moment.
"Get out of the way if you're handling business in the Enforcement Hall!"
Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers was forcefully pushed aside.
The disciples who were watching the play had some complaints, but when they saw the newcomer's clothes, their expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated.
Five middle-aged deacons dressed in black robes entered the arena with cold expressions and glanced at the current situation.
"You've all dared to cause trouble and fight! Come with me!"
The head deacon's eyes flashed coldly as he ordered the arrest of the people.
Soon, Lin Yan and Li Wudao, along with several others, were all taken into custody and brought to the Enforcement Hall.
The outer disciple who had been slapped by Li Wudao at the beginning was walking in front when he suddenly turned around.
"We've lost this time, but you won't be so lucky next time. You...you can't protect that good-for-nothing!"
He revealed a set of splayed teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his tone was somewhat chilling.