Yi Yun's cultivation level could be seen at a glance. People could also sense that Yi Yun had a robust foundation, but his nomological insights and strength were naturally not discernible. As for the Myriad God Ridge's personal disciples, they were all proud people. Most of them were the cream of the crop that the Myriad God Ridge spent large amounts of resources to nurture. They found it hard to imagine that they would be inferior to an external disciple.
"Junior Brother Song, are you alright!?"
The lanky youth's figure flashed and he appeared beside Song Bowen. When he checked on Song Bowen's injuries, his expression instantly turned gloomy. Song Bowen's dantian and meridians had been severely burned. Although it wouldn't affect his cultivation, he would be bedridden for at least a month.
"You sneaked up on me while I was unprepared and used such a ruthless attack. You are openly violating the sect's rules. You are too insolent!" said the lanky youth fiercely.
According to the Myriad God Ridge's rules, no disciple was allowed to suddenly attack each other. If there was an internal dispute that could not be resolved, both parties could agree to a duel at the Myriad God Platform. The loser would have to pay the agreed compensation.
Once they were on the Myriad God Platform, they could beat each other to a pulp. Although the sect's rules forbade killing, the compensation involved was often a sizable sum. No one dared to hold back. If they accidentally killed someone, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, weapons have no eyes!
Therefore, even if there was a dispute between disciples, they would not easily head to the Myriad God Platform.
For Yi Yun to suddenly attack and seriously injure others, he would be punished.
"Hehe!" Yi Yun sneered. "Everyone here knows who started the conflict today. Don't try to use the sect's rules to suppress me. If you have any qualms about it, feel free to head to the Myriad God Platform and agree on the compensation. I'll be more than happy to oblige!"
"You …"
The lanky youth's voice faltered. He was rendered speechless.
Although he had said that Yi Yun had won through a sneak attack, he knew very well that Yi Yun's strength was several times that of Song Bowen's even without a sneak attack.
Furthermore, Yi Yun had probably not used his full strength. He had no confidence in fighting Yi Yun, so how could he dare head to the Myriad God Platform?
"Are you trying to provoke me with the Myriad God Platform? Do you really think I'm afraid of you!? "
Although the lanky youth did not dare do so, he refused to admit defeat verbally. After all, he had been a personal disciple for twenty years. Song Bowen was only a newly promoted direct disciple, and his strength was far from the tall, thin youth's.
He stared silently at Yi Yun, as if he was trying to see through Yi Yun's strength.
And at that moment, Yi Yun said to Zuoyan Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, all the food has been spilled. Go get some new food."
Huh?
Hearing Yi Yun's words, Xiaoyu suddenly awoke from her wandering state.
She had seen how Yi Yun had defeated Song Bowen at lightning speed. She never expected the young master she served to be so powerful.
"Young Master … this food …"
Zuoyan Xiaoyu was somewhat dumbfounded. She had spilled the food, so how was she to get another portion? The food cooked by Elder Lanqin was for each person.
Just as she was about to speak, she saw Yi Yun point at Song Bowen's table. His finger was pointing at Song Bowen's food.
Was this … asking her to take away Song Bowen's food?
Seeing the lanky youth sitting at the table with a sullen expression, Zuoyan Xiaoyu felt a little guilty.
However, after a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and walked towards the table.
Although she was afraid of the lanky youth, she knew that Yi Yun's attack today was partially because of her.
In that case, how could she lose to Yi Yun's stance? Compared to Yi Yun's intense battle, all she did was take a portion of food.
When she came in front of Song Bowen's table, Zuoyan Xiaoyu saw the maidservant who had tripped her. She was standing behind the lanky youth, glaring angrily at her.
Personal disciples had their own battles, and maidservants had their own conflicts. Zuoyan Xiaoyu's strength was lacking, but she could not lose to the other party's maidservant. She grabbed Song Bowen's food.
At that moment, Yi Yun spoke again, "Take both portions together!"
What!?
The moment Yi Yun said that, the atmosphere froze!
A cold glint flashed in the lanky youth's eyes. It was fine if she took Song Bowen's food, but to think she would take his as well. It was preposterous.
"Punk! Don't you go too far! "
"So what if I'm bullying you? I've never been one to suffer in silence. You instigated the maidservant to trip Xiaoyu, spilling a portion of my food. It's only right and proper for me to make you compensate me. Even if this matter reaches the Elder Consortium, they won't be able to accuse me of being at fault. "
"If you wish to keep this portion of food, sure. If you dare agree to fight me at Myriad God Platform in three days, I can leave this portion of food for you," said Yi Yun nonchalantly.
Yi Yun said lightly. When he said this, everyone present was secretly horrified.
What do you mean by being overbearing? This is it!
Although the lanky youth had not been beaten by Yi Yun, it was worse than being beaten. Yi Yun had nearly forced out a mental demon from him.
If he agreed to meet Yi Yun at Myriad God Platform, there was a high chance that he would not be Yi Yun's match. When the time came, he would be beaten black and blue by Yi Yun, and Yi Yun would take the opportunity to extort him.
However, if he did not agree and allowed a maidservant to take away his food in front of his very eyes, how would he be able to maintain his dignity?
"You dare?"
The lanky youth suddenly looked at Zuoyan Xiaoyu as though he wanted to kill her.
Zuoyan Xiaoyu felt her body tense up. She found it difficult to breathe from the lanky youth's stare.
But at that moment, Zuoyan Xiaoyu felt a gentle aura surge into her body from every direction. She immediately felt her body lighten as the pressure vanished.
Zuoyan Xiaoyu turned her head to glance at Yi Yun. She knew that Yi Yun's aura was protecting her.
This gave Zuoyan Xiaoyu a baffling sense of security. She came from an ordinary background and had never had such a feeling. With such a powerful backer supporting her, she would not feel guilty even if she faced an enemy that she could never hope to match.
Gritting her teeth, Zuoyan Xiaoyu really extended her hand to take the food in front of the lanky youth!
Killing intent flashed in the lanky youth's eyes, and at that moment, Yi Yun pressed down on his interspatial ring.
"Don't tell me you can't wait for Myriad God Platform and want to fight me now?"
Yi Yun's voice sounded like it came from the deepest abyss. It sent a chill down one's back.
In the Myriad God Ridge, the so-called rules were meant to restrain the weak. The stronger the person, the lighter the punishment for violating the rules. Furthermore, it was the lanky youth and Song Bowen who had instigated the conflict. Yi Yun was in the right and no one doubted that Yi Yun would really attack the moment the lanky youth made a move.
In fact, Yi Yun dared to let Zuoyan Xiaoyu take the food because he was confident that he could severely injure the lanky youth before he could injure her.
At that moment, time seemed to come to a standstill. Everyone watched helplessly as Zuoyan Xiaoyu's tiny hand gently grabbed the Hollow Spirit Fruit in front of the lanky youth.
Everyone present fell silent. None of the personal disciples stood forward, while the stewards stood there as though the matter had nothing to do with them.
The lanky youth's expression had never been so ugly before. He had thought of killing the lass in front of him with a single palm strike, but it would not save him any face. He knew very well that if he really did so, he would be giving Yi Yun a reason to beat him up. The outcome would not be much better than going to Myriad God Platform.
And because he had killed Yi Yun's maidservant first, he did not even need to suffer any punishment from the sect rules.
In the end, the lanky youth watched helplessly as Zuoyan Xiaoyu took away his food!
"He tolerated it … He can really tolerate it …"
"What do you know? Those who wish to accomplish great things are always able to tolerate what others can't."
Someone laughed and teased. There were many direct disciples here, and not all of them had a good relationship with the tall and skinny young man. Some of them couldn't help but make some sarcastic remarks. When these words fell into the ears of the tall and skinny young man, he felt like dying.
He had never been so embarrassed in his life!
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