Chapter Twelve: The Empty-Handed Master of the Manor

  Simachen's expression was languid and listless. In the midst of the crowd that had arrived in an instant, he swept his gaze over Zhou Rou, then over Tang Zhen, finally fixing a cold stare on Liu Chen.

  "Long live the master!"

  Tang Zhen bowed respectfully and was about to explain, but Sima Kong waved his hand lazily and said, "Are you guys very idle?"

  "I roughly understand now, you poor people with muddy legs and the aristocratic young masters are not on the same path. From now on, south of Yingwu Hall belongs to the territory of the muddy-legged people, and north belongs to you young masters. The two camps will each return to their own, and the well water will not offend the river water."

  "Want to fight? I'll give you a place in front of Yingwu Hall, just remember, no foul play!"

  "As for you, Tang Zhen, from now on, don't interfere with the affairs of outer sect disciples. Tomorrow, go to the Five Sects Exchange."

  Simayou is straightforward in character and doesn't ask about the beginning or end of things. With just a few words, he settles matters.

  Tang Zhen's eyes flashed with resentment and venom, but it was fleeting. He looked at Zhou Rou and saw that her face was full of discontent, having been slapped in the face. Was this really going to be the end of it?

  "Master..."

  He opened his mouth again, but Sima Kong interrupted him once more.

  "Tang Zhen, you're being stifled, I know that. But Young Master is also too incompetent. In the past, when new people made small mistakes, I would turn a blind eye and ignore it. Now that someone has come to your doorstep, do you have any face left?" Sima Kong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking like a bandit.

  "You're treated the best, you have the most people, and yet you still lose? I'm embarrassed for you."

  "It's settled then, you few ringleaders, for one year you're not allowed to leave the clan, and for one year you're not allowed to change your contribution points. You're all so idle that you've become a bunch of useless eggs!" Sima Kong said harshly, his eyes scanning the group, and when he saw over ten rich young masters with bruised noses and swollen faces, he became even more enraged.

  The rules of the Qingyun Gate are simple: the strong eat meat, and the weak drink soup. In the past, the rich young masters were powerful, and the poor disciples were bullied. He didn't care, who called you a poor disciple a waste? You deserved to be extorted. Now, the rich young master has been beaten into a pig's head, but Sima Kong still doesn't care.

  He only had two words: Serves you right!

  The largest disciple conflict in the history of Qingyunmen was finally calmed down under the words of the sect leader, but the remaining 66 disciples left one after another, still with some misunderstanding about the arrangement of the sect leader.

  Only a few were punished, Fang Yu, 6 Chen, Zhang Dageng, Zhu Gan, and Zhou Rou, He Wu and others from rich families.

  Zhou Rou's face turned iron-green as she stared at 6 Chen, her heart filled with murderous intent.

  "Rou'er, wait until the Five Sects exchange is over, I'll help you kill that mud-legged one!" Tang Zhen gazed at Sima Kong's back, his resentment and venom growing more intense.

  "No need, wait till I become an inner disciple, I'll kill him with my own hands, and see who dares to stop me." Zhou Rou's eyes turned cold, having never been hit since childhood, now being struck by a lowly villager.

  "Alright, let's get going! I'll take care of things from here!" Tang Zhen said, looking ahead.

  After this matter ended, Fang Yu's name began to rise quietly, gradually becoming well-known, and the newcomer 6 Chen also fell into the ears of many Qingyunmen disciples.

  It's not his cultivation level, but rather his courage and determination.

  Unfortunately, Fang Yushi has potential, but Liu Chen is mediocre. For now, it seems peaceful, but with Zhou Rou's arrogant personality, how can she let things go easily?

  If she enters the inner door, these six juniors will also make a move, it won't be good.

  Having guts but no corresponding strength, it's possible to escape a crisis once, but can you do it twice or thrice?

  In the late afternoon, a group of people gathered in the medicine field. These were the disciples representing the poor camp.

  "Sorry, brother! You got hit twice because of me, I'll get his wife to pay him back later." 6th Chen looked at Fang Yu Dao.

  Fang Yu was still grumbling about there being too many people, and they had trampled his medicinal herb field. At this time, after hearing the words, he smiled: "It's nothing, just two slaps, my skin is thick!"

  The Sixth nodded and didn't say anything more about being grateful.

  "Junior brother, you should be careful from now on. Although Tang Zhen doesn't bother to make things difficult for you, Zhou Rou has already set her sights on you. I reckon they won't dare to find trouble with you within this year, but it's hard to say after a year. Especially during the inner sect disciple assessment, Zhou Rou has high hopes. As for us outer sect disciples, at that time we actually can't help much."

  The outer gate and the inner gate are as different as heaven and earth. If not for the sudden appearance of the new leader, even if Tang Zhen killed 6 Chen, no one would dare to be dissatisfied.

  His Majesty's expression was solemn and serious, the biggest advantage of the square incident is that it brought together poor young people, but the disadvantages are also obvious, he himself and 6 Chen will fall into each other's eyes.

  I'm fine, as long as I enter the concentrated period and step into the inner gate. Tang Zhen wouldn't dare to be so blatant with his movements, but my junior brother is an exception, he's only cultivated one layer of Qi and his progress is slow like a turtle.

  His eyes sparkled at 6 o'clock, but he smiled and said: "Let's talk about it later!"

  Fang Yu let out a soft sigh, he knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless. Perhaps the only way was for him to work hard and enter the inner door to help Liu Chen.

  Then they discussed the problem of poor children.

  There's no doubt that from now on, there won't be any new rules for newcomers. At present, the area south of Yingwu Hall is completely under their control, and some of them have easy jobs that can bring in decent contribution points, which represents an increase in the strength of poor disciples.

  "As long as they are united, even the rich family's sons wouldn't dare to come knocking on their door easily." Fang Yu said with a smile.

  6th Chen sank into thought for a moment, then said fiercely: "The contribution points are divided equally among everyone, but it's still not enough. Fang Shixiong, you find some strong and powerful brothers to collect tolls on the necessary paths. If they don't pay, beat them up! Don't care about anything!"

  "As long as it's not fatal and just a flesh wound, I think the door won't be bothered! Also, it must be on our turf, so we can have the upper hand!"

  As soon as this idea came out, the disciples on the side couldn't help but twitch at the corner of their eyes and looked at Liu Chen with even more fear in their eyes. This little junior brother seemed harmless to humans and animals, but he was actually ruthless.

  However, everyone raised their hands in agreement with this idea.

  "Lazy egg tube brothers, go to Yingwu Hall, where you can openly take action. You guys make a cut-off comparison, the winner gets contribution points. Remember, be sure to find weak ones, too strong will suffer losses, we don't do that!" 6 Chen proposed another idea.

  "In short, as long as we don't break the rules, any trick is fine! If they're not convinced, we'll gang up and beat them, after all, we outnumber them!" With these few words, Chen San once again united the scattered disciples, and after giving his instructions, he slowly left.

  The disciples looked at each other in dismay, Fang Yu's eyes twitched, he gazed at the frail figure, and his heart was deeply impressed.

  "Boss, 6th brother is really awesome!" Zhang Dageng said weakly. Those ideas he had before, he never thought of them, after all, he was used to being bullied in the past, who dared to fight back?

  Fang Yu didn't say anything, but a smile appeared on his face.

  He was willing to help for 6 days, more than half of the reason came from friendship, but also with a good intention. He remembered that when they first met, this little brother dared to find the master to argue because he was dissatisfied with the treatment in the door.

  This kind of momentum, Fang Yu had never seen before.

  After that, he often paid attention to this little junior brother. He felt that this person was extremely mysterious, seemingly bold but also careful in his thinking, just like a scene on the square, gathering scattered outer door disciples, which must have been carefully planned.

  Especially this guy doesn't play cards according to common sense, and nobody can guess what he's thinking.

  Just like daring to hit Zhou Rou, who else guessed this point?

  "This guy has an extraordinary temperament since birth, just like Tang Zhen. He's weaker than Tang Zhen for now, but he'll definitely surpass him in the future!" Fang Yu thought to himself.

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