At the beginning of the month, Lin Feng and the others had gone to the outer sect disciples' mountain to receive the sect's benefits. Now, many people were talking about the competition.
The competition between the new disciples was naturally the focus of many people's attention.
If a few "peerless geniuses" appeared, they would definitely be sought after.
Many disciples would think of ways to befriend them. Who knew, they might benefit in the future.
…
"Identity medallion." The deacon in charge of distributing the sect's benefits glanced at the disciple in front of him.
Yu Ziang quickly took out his identity medallion.
The deacon glanced at it and showed a disdainful expression. "Tsk tsk, a disciple of the Heaven Repairing Peak. I really don't understand why the sect would give such trash like you benefits. It's simply a waste of resources."
Although the deacon was complaining, he didn't dare to not give the Heaven Repairing Peak any benefits. The deacon wasn't a big shot in the Blue Cloud Sect.
Although Yu Ziang was a coward, he was still angry when he heard such mockery.
The deacon sneered at Yu Ziang and said disdainfully, "Brat, what are you staring at? Could it be that what I said was wrong? Do you think you're qualified to receive the sect's benefits? Do you believe that I can kill you with one slap? "
Yu Ziang clenched his fists tightly. He felt a ball of anger burning in his chest.
That ball of anger was about to ignite his entire body.
But Yu Ziang endured it in the end. He knew that if he made a move, he would only be humiliating himself.
"Trash."
The deacon threw Yu Ziang's sect benefits and identity medallion on the ground.
"You're going too far!"
Yu Ziang shouted angrily.
"What? Do you want to hit me? " The deacon sneered.
Yu Ziang's face was ashen. He clenched his teeth and lowered his head to pick up his things.
"Haha, what a piece of trash."
"Not only is he a piece of trash, but he's also a coward."
Voices filled with mockery rang out one after another.
Yu Zi 'ang lowered his head and gritted his teeth. Everyone else thought that he was trash, that he was a coward, but Yu Zi' ang knew that he was not. He was definitely not a coward. Was his personality really that weak? Yu Zi 'ang felt that his heart was strong. Maybe he should pounce on them and beat them up. But if he was really injured, and even if his cultivation could no longer improve, could his wish still be fulfilled?
Yu Ziang could not forget the look in his mother's eyes before she passed away. It was empty, sorrowful, reminiscing, and deeply reluctant to part with him.
"Mother was chased out by the First Madam. Even after she died, she couldn't enter the family graveyard. She could only be buried outside and become a lonely ghost."
Yu Zi 'ang told himself over and over again that no matter what kind of grievances or humiliation he suffered outside, he had to endure it. He had to become strong, he had to return to his family, he had to walk in front of his heartless father and ask him why he didn't care about him and his mother.
In order to allow his mother to be buried in the family cemetery, Yu Zi 'ang knelt for ten days and ten nights, but no one paid attention to him until he fainted. At that time, Yu Zi' ang realized that he was just an abandoned child of the family.
But so what if he was abandoned by his family? So what if his talent was not good? So what if his mother was just an honest and upright official (referring to the prostitutes in the brothel who did not sell their bodies)?
As long as he was strong enough, he would definitely change his family's mind. His mother's grave would definitely be moved back to the family graveyard. She would not have to suffer in life and become a lonely ghost after death.
…
Yu Zi 'ang stretched out his hand to pick up the bag of Spirit Stones that had been thrown on the ground. This was something that Yu Zi' ang dreamed of every month. He knew that his talent was not good enough and that he needed Spirit Stones to assist his cultivation.
But at that moment, a foot stretched out from the crowd and stepped on the Spirit Stones.
Yu Zi 'ang raised his head. He did not recognize the disciple in front of him. He said, "Senior brother, you're stepping on my Spirit Stones."
"I know, but recently, I've reached a critical point in my cultivation. I'm about to break through to the Martial King Realm. I need Spirit Stones. Why don't you give me your Spirit Stones?"
Said the tall disciple indifferently.
"Yang Teng from the Five Elements Peak? A cultivator of the tenth Celestial Layer dares to bully people from Bu Tian Peak? "
"Don't underestimate Yang Teng. Even though he's only a cultivator of the tenth Celestial Layer, his Spirit is the ancient ferocious beast, the Suan Ni. It's an extremely terrifying Spirit. When he breaks through to the Martial King Realm, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds. It's not impossible for him to catch up later."
"Ancient ferocious beast, the Suan Ni? Fuck, how is that guy so lucky? He actually awakened such a powerful Spirit. "
Some people were discussing among themselves, looking at Yu Zi 'ang with pity in their eyes.
"No, no, those are my Spirit Stones. I also need Spirit Stones for my cultivation." Yu Zi 'ang shook his head.
"Hey, brother, give me some face. When I break through to the Martial King Realm, I'll take care of you." Said Yang Teng.
Even a ghost wouldn't believe Yang Teng.
Yu Zi 'ang obviously didn't believe him either. He said, "Senior brother, I'll be taken care of by the other disciples of Bu Tian Peak. Thank you for your kindness."
Yang Teng's face fell, "So you don't want to give me face?"
Said Yu Zi 'ang, "How could I not give you face? I just want my Spirit Stones back, that's all."
Yang Teng looked extremely cold, "After talking for so long, you still don't want to give me face. Since you don't want to give me face, I don't need to give you face either."
With that, Yang Teng raised his leg and kicked Yu Ziang.
With a thump, the kick landed on Yu Zi 'ang's body and sent him flying four or five meters away.
Suffering such a heavy blow, Yu Zi 'ang's entire body twitched violently.
"I'll ask you one more time, will you give me those Spirit Stones?"
Yang Teng walked towards Yu Zi 'ang and looked at him coldly.
"Those are my Spirit Stones."
Said Yu Zi 'ang, gnashing his teeth. He stood up with great difficulty, his skinny body trembling.
"This little boy is quite stubborn."
"Is it really necessary to be stubborn for those Spirit Stones?"
Some of the disciples frowned slightly. Looking at Yu Zi 'ang's thin and weak body, they actually felt a trace of pity for him. However, that trace of pity was quickly washed away. In the sect, everyone was competing with each other. Survival of the fittest. Who would have the time to pity others?
"Little boy, you're courting death!"
Said Yang Teng gloomily. He raised his right hand and slapped Yu Zi 'ang's face.
The slap was about to land on Yu Zi 'ang's face.
At that moment, a disciple squeezed through the crowd and grabbed Yang Teng's wrist.
"Little boy, who are you? How dare you meddle in my business? " Said Yang Teng angrily. He didn't know what was good for him.
Lin Feng smiled coldly. "Who do you think you are? How dare you bully a disciple of Bu Tian Peak? "
Crack!
Lin Feng grabbed Yang Teng's wrist with his right hand, and Lin Feng broke Yang Teng's wrist.
"Ah!"
Yang Teng gave a horrible shriek.
"How cruel! He broke Yang Teng's wrist!"
Many people sucked in a breath of cold air.
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