Chapter 8: People Compare and Feel Envious of Others

  Two disciples were overjoyed, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from their brows, and directly collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. Oh my goodness, it's finally over! This Elder Zi Xiao is indeed as rumored, truly not an easy person to serve. The two of them had never been lazy, but while being lazy, they also had to endure scolding, this kind of thing, even among peers, was something they had never experienced before. Even when their master taught them skills, it was always with a warm and gentle smile, and when they made progress in their cultivation, he would publicly praise them in front of all the other disciples.

  To put it simply, these are two products of encouraging education who encountered a determined executor of frustrating education. The psychological gap is not ordinary.

  Zi Xiao didn't even glance at the two of them, and with a flick of his sleeve, the two disciples on the ground were blown out of the Dan room by a gust of wind. "Damn it! These two idiots don't even know which peak they belong to, yet they still have the nerve to send them over! It's been years since I returned to the sect, and those bastards didn't even put me in their sights? Is this what you call the cream of the crop after selecting from thousands?! Someone with a divine crystal bone like this, an unparalleled foundation, is left to wander outside?!

  Zi Xiao Zhenren was originally getting angrier the more he thought about it, and he couldn't wait to fly back to the sect and give those little rascals a good thrashing. However, when he thought of Ye Feng, his face suddenly shook with excitement, and his expression changed from anger to a sly smile. "If they had any sense, how could I have picked up this treasure? I really want to see their expressions when they find out what they missed. Hehe!" Thinking of this, Zi Xiao Zhenren was like a fat fox who had stolen a chicken, with his eyes narrowed into slits and a foolish grin spreading across his face.

  The two disciples who were thrown out of the Dan room rolled on the ground several times before struggling to get up, and they didn't dare say a word of complaint. Zi Xiao Zhenren was a Yuan Shen period expert, and even if they spoke in a low voice, they couldn't avoid his ears; their master had also reminded them of this many times on the way here.

  "Meng Shidi, how are you feeling?" As it turned out, being the senior brother had its advantages - his cultivation was higher and his physical strength recovered faster. At this point, he could already stand up with the support of the wall.

  "Thanks, Brother Song. What else can I do? I'm exhausted!" Meng's junior brother was pulled up by his senior brother and the two walked out of the room together.

  At this time, Dan Fang's voice came out again, saying: "You two little ones, clean up the west room and live there from now on."

  "Thank you, sir!" The two of them didn't dare be rude and hastily turned around to bow towards the door of Dan Fang's room in gratitude.

  "These two are hopeless!" Anyway, these two aren't disciples of Fei Yang Peak, so Zi Xiao Zhen Ren's anger had dissipated. His chubby face was full of smiles, his round head shaking back and forth as he made "tsk tsk" noises, seemingly expressing a kind of schadenfreude towards the quality of the other peaks' disciples.

  "Cough, cough..." Amidst a fit of violent coughing, Song Meng's two disciples rushed out of the house. It was truly unbelievable that in the dwelling place of a Yuan Shen stage great expert, there would be such a room covered in an inch-thick layer of dust. The two wanted to go back inside and rest properly, but as soon as they stepped foot inside, they stirred up a whole roomful of dust. Only then did they realize that Zi Xiao Zhenren's words "clean up a bit" weren't just polite nonsense.

  "Song Shixiong, do you know what that little kid's background is?" Meng Shidi said while wiping the water bucket with a rag, referring to Ye Feng who had just arrived.

  Song Shixiong used a broom to sweep the trash out of the house, turned back and furrowed his brow in thought for a moment before saying: "A cultivator at the fifth layer of Qi Refining should not have participated in the True Disciple Selection yet, perhaps he's just like us, a preliminary disciple."

  The selection of disciples in the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect is relatively strict. First, there are outer door disciples, and excellent ones are selected as inner door disciples. Excellent inner door disciples are selected as pre-selected disciples for key training, and then participate in the True Transmission Grand Selection. Only those who pass can become true transmission disciples in each branch of the sect. These two disciples, Song and Meng, were selected from the inner door and trained as pre-selected disciples.

  "He only has a five-layer aura, such an ordinary talent, how can he be a pre-selected disciple?" Meng Shidi disdainfully curled his lip, wiping the table and chairs with a cloth while saying: "I just don't get it, why do we have to fan him, but he can cultivate freely on his own."

  For ordinary people, cultivation is a matter of years. The difference between the fifth and seventh layers of Qi Gong is not just a simple numerical difference. In Meng's opinion, the gap between these two levels of cultivation cannot be achieved without several years of hard practice.

  "Shh, quiet," Song Shixiong hastily made a hand gesture and pointed towards the direction of Dan Fang's residence, saying: "Seniors have their own thoughts, how can we dare to make wild guesses?"

  Zi Xiao Zhenren sat in the Dan room, but information from outside still entered his ears without a single leak. The conversation between the two disciples did not annoy him. "So stupid and wooden, yet looking down on others, brothers and sisters, look at the person you've chosen! Haha! You deserve to be suppressed by me, Fei Yangfeng, all along. No, after Ye Xiaozi joined, it's not just suppression, you'll be far behind, eating my, Fei Yangfeng's, dust!" When he thought of this delightful point, in order to suppress the urge to burst out laughing loudly, Zi Xiao Zhenren's entire body shook like waves, his fat jiggling nonstop.

  Ye Feng didn't have the same abilities as Zi Xiao, and he didn't know that he was being looked down upon by two fellow disciples who had just met him. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care; he never had the ability to persuade others, so his only choice was to "beat them into submission". This choice, of course, still required his own strength as a guarantee, so in terms of cultivation, he would never resort to deceit or trickery. From the time when he first started cultivating and was called the impossible-to-succeed Purple Air East Coming Golden Dragon Sword, it had always been this way.

  Sitting directly in front of the metal garbage heap, cultivation will no longer be interrupted by taking out knives and swords. The saved time may not seem like much, but with Ye Feng's mutated cultivation speed, the accumulated time spent cultivating is also quite remarkable.

  Again, three broken swords turned into waste, followed by three residual knives floating in the air, a strand of golden energy shot into Ye Feng's body without any interruption. In front of Ye Feng, the originally round metal garbage heap now looked like a burnt pancake with a big bite taken out of it, replaced by a thick layer of iron rust residue.

  "Whoosh~" Ye Feng let out a breath, and a milky white airflow shot out from his mouth, hitting the broken copper bell not far in front of him. With a "slap", it actually sent the copper bell flying away. The sixth layer of the Heaven-Defying Sharp Gold Qi Refining Technique, where one's qi is as solid as matter. This single breath was almost equivalent to punching with his own fist.

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