The quarrel between Fang Xing and the weak disciple quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding people. They burst into laughter for a while. However, the weak disciple also had a few good friends. When he saw that the weak disciple was about to cry because of the D grade disciple's scolding, he immediately became angry. A tall and sturdy disciple pointed at Fang Xing and scolded: "Smelly brat, clean your mouth!"
Fang Xing wasn't afraid. He put his hands on his waist and scolded: "Damned Xiong, what does it have to do with you? Is he your lover? "
The weak disciple was so anxious that tears were about to flow out. He bit his handkerchief and stomped his foot towards Xiong: "Look at him …"
His appearance made it seem as if the two of them had an affair. This caused the surrounding disciples to burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha! Sure enough, they are two rabbits …"
Fang Xing burst into laughter and shouted while pointing at the two.
The tall and sturdy disciple's face turned red with anger. He stepped out of the line and walked towards Fang Xing with an unfriendly expression.
Fang Xing wasn't afraid in the slightest. He loudly said, "Brothers, these two rabbits look down on us D class aptitude disciples, especially that damn sissy. Just now, he kept muttering that us D class aptitude disciples' cultivation is a waste of spirit stones, and that it's better to get lost and go home so that they can give their spirit stones to C class aptitude disciples. Do you think we can tolerate this?"
As soon as these words came out, the anger of many D grade disciples rose.
They didn't hear the weak disciple's words. But, they had seen the contempt in the eyes of the primary disciples. So, they had long been angry in their hearts. And, Fang Xing's words had ignited their anger. The tall and sturdy disciple walked out of the line and walked towards a child in his group with an unfriendly expression. It seemed as if he was about to start a fight. This made the anger in their hearts even more intense.
"C grade aptitude is so powerful? If you have the ability, why don't you give a B grade assessment? "
"We D grade aptitude are also Dao disciples. We all practice the same cultivation. So, what's there to pretend about?"
"Every ten years, a batch of disciples enters the inner court. The number of D grade aptitude disciples isn't any less than yours!"
For a moment, there were at least a dozen D-grade disciples shouting loudly, and their momentum was quite strong.
Seeing this, the disciple's face turned pale and he didn't dare to come closer.
Seeing this, Fang Xing was immensely pleased with himself. If he didn't beat the dog when it was down, then what was he waiting for?
He immediately shouted, "Big Hairy Bear, do you still want to provoke me? Do you really think that we D-class disciples are easy to bully? Beat him up! "
As he spoke, he was about to rush forward to join the fight, but he was held back by the fat Taoist who was complaining incessantly.
The fat Daoist was really impressed. How could he get into an argument with someone while queuing up!
Moreover, they even rushed to make a move. This was simply a case of wanting the world to be in chaos …
Many of the D-grade disciples were also enraged. They were still young, and their temper was at its peak. Plus, they had just entered the Dao Sect not long ago, so they didn't have a deep understanding of the Dao Sect. So, when they saw someone taking the lead, they wanted to fight. Anyway, there were a lot of D-grade disciples, several times more than the B-grade disciples. No matter how they fought, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
The countenance of the third-grade disciples immediately changed as they felt a strong sense of threat.
Although they looked down on the D-grade disciples, they believed that in time, their cultivation would be far beyond these people.
However, that was after all, after all. Now that everyone had entered the Dao Sect not long ago, no one was stronger than anyone else. If they were to really fight, it would be hard to say who would win in a one-on-one fight, not to mention that the other party had several times more people than them.
Especially that weak-looking disciple. His white face was incomparably pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.
The burly disciple with C-grade aptitude was so scared that he had already returned to the queue. His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
However, just as the crowd was about to lose control of their anger, suddenly, an old man in charge of distributing spirit stones took a deep breath and shouted coldly, "All of you, shut up! Don't you want the spirit stones anymore?"
The sound waves rolled like a tide, suddenly descending from the sky, rumbling and pressing on everyone's heads.
For a moment, the agitated disciples were immediately silenced, and their legs were trembling.
At this moment, Fang Xing also quickly straightened his body and pretended to be an honest person. He looked left and right as if nothing had happened.
Fortunately, the elder in front suddenly shouted and suppressed the group of irascible disciples. Then, he did not look for the culprit. Instead, he called the next disciple who was supposed to receive the spirit stones, and continued to distribute the spirit stones expressionlessly.
In fact, they had already seen this kind of fight countless times. There were many more serious ones where the disciples fought each other.
However, the Dao Sect had always taken an indifferent attitude towards such disputes. After all, it was not necessarily a bad thing for the young to be competitive.
It was impossible for a group fight to happen. Any elder of the Dao Sect could stop such a thing from happening. But, how could these disciples vent their anger if they could not fight?
Naturally, it was through cultivation.
After all, no matter what kind of aptitude a disciple had, as long as their cultivation was high enough, they could reach the sky in a single step and be looked up to by others!
After waiting for a while, seeing that no elder came to reprimand him, Fang Xing instantly became proud again. He winked at the weak disciple and provoked him. However, the disciple was already afraid after suffering a loss. He only lowered his head and queued up, ignoring Fang Xing's provocation.
The fat Daoist realized that Fang Xing was playing tricks behind his back. He could only helplessly pull him in front of him and tried to persuade him to control his temper and not to get into a conflict for no reason. After all, in the Dao Sect, cultivation was still the most important.
After Fang Xing provoked him for a while, the weak disciple had already received the spirit stones. Before he left, he glared at Fang Xing fiercely.
Fang Xing disdainfully opened his mouth again in a low voice, "Damn sissy!"
The weak disciple was so angry that his body was trembling. The man who looked like a bear pulled him and said softly, "Later, teach him a lesson!"
As he said that, he pulled the weak disciple away.
Fang Xing suddenly felt a little bored. Fortunately, it did not take long before it was finally his turn to receive the spirit stones.
The elder who distributed the spirit stones glanced at him and suddenly said, "Young man, instead of putting your energy into arguing with others, why don't you put it into cultivation? If you can enter the inner sect, there will naturally be people who will help you change your aptitude!"
Fang Xing was stunned. Only now did he realize that the elder knew what he had done just now. He chuckled and said, "Thank you for your guidance, elder. I will definitely work harder and bring glory to the Blue Cloud Sect!"
"Glib tongue!"
The elder also laughed. He took Fang Xing's wooden plate, checked it, registered it, and gave him the spirit stones.
"Junior Brother Fang, listen to me. After receiving the spirit stones, let's hurry back. Don't stop too long on the way back, especially your eyes, understand? Don't make eye contact with others. Even if you're provoked, pretend that you didn't hear it … "
The fat cultivator had also received the spirit stones. The two of them left the group. On the way back, he nagged at Fang Xing.
"What do you mean?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes at him.
"Just remember what I said. Do you think I would lie to you?"
A trace of helplessness flashed in the fat cultivator's eyes. He stuffed the spirit stones into his clothes like a thief, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch them away.
Fang Xing did not care much about it. After all, he still had more than 20 spirit stones in his Grotto-Heaven Ring!
On the way back, he saw that more and more disciples were coming. Some of them were in groups, chatting and laughing as they walked. Some of them were alone, rushing over quickly. There were also some who were arrogant and purposely summoned their flying swords in front of the crowd. They glided over the crowd on their swords. Every time they swooped over the crowd, the crowd would exclaim in surprise and look at them enviously.
However, Fang Xing scoffed at them. They were just showing off!
Gliding on swords could theoretically be done as long as one had spiritual power. By injecting spiritual power into the flying sword, it would naturally rise into the sky.
However, this was an action that consumed a lot of spiritual power. Based on the cultivation of these outer disciples, it was feared that they wouldn't be able to fly more than three hundred feet before their spiritual power would be exhausted. It must be known that even the famous Blue Cloud Sect's Senior Sister Lingyun and Xiao Jianming had white cranes and iron eagles as their mounts. Why didn't they use flying swords? It was just that this method consumed too much spiritual power.
Even Fang Xing himself had a flying sword with him. Of course, it was a little shameful.
What was even more shocking was that from time to time, some fierce-looking disciples would appear by the side of the road and sweep their cold gazes across the crowd.
The fat cultivator lowered his head and adhered to the method of not making eye contact with others. He tugged at Fang Xing's sleeve and hurried away.
"Why do these bastards keep glaring at me?"
Fang Xing could not help but curse as he was stared at by a few people along the way.
The fat cultivator was shocked. He quickly lowered his voice and said, "My good Junior Brother Fang, I know you can't take it, but this is not the time for you to be angry. After all, your cultivation is still suppressed. I'll tell you the truth. These people are all bullies in the sect. They purposely chose this time to block the road when the spirit stones are distributed. They're waiting to pick people to extort. They can't wait to cause trouble now. If you make eye contact with them, they'll think that you're provoking them. They'll come up to you and beat you up. They'll snatch the spirit stones away. Who are you going to reason with …"
Fang Xing's eyes lit up. He said with a trembling voice, "Doesn't the sect care?"
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