Chapter 59

As a figure darted, Qingxuan was already holding a bamboo pole used for hanging clothes. With a press and a shake of his hands, the bamboo pole sprang up, accurately passing through Yun Zheng's two long sleeves.

With his hands trapped, Yun Zheng screamed and fell. Qingxuan kicked him in the buttocks as he got up, and the unfortunate Yun Zheng, before he even hit the ground, bounced up like a ball, the bamboo pole passing through his sleeves and landing precisely on a branch over seven meters high.

Yun Zheng's arms spread wide, hanging on the tree like a crucified Jesus, swaying back and forth with the movement of the bamboo pole—

"Ah—ah—"

Piercing screams echoed incessantly.

"Help—"

For a six-year-old, a height of seven or eight meters was like a sheer cliff. Yun Zheng was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. The height was too great, and he didn't dare struggle or make any large movements, fearing he might fall headfirst.

From the moment Yun Zheng threw his punch to when the iron-willed Hu Ye was hanging on the tree, the entire sequence of actions was completed in just a few seconds. Yun Zhong and the others only saw a flurry of movements and a series of screams. When the dust settled, the once arrogant Hu Yun Zheng was hanging on the tree.

The children tilted their heads, their mouths wide open, large enough to swallow several duck eggs.

However, there was an exception. One person squinted his eyes, tugged on Yun Yong's sleeve, and repeatedly asked, "What's going on? What's going on?..."

But Yun Yong kicked him away, swallowed his saliva, and thought to himself: Has Little Uncle's martial arts improved again? At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Little Uncle is mighty—"

Ignoring the continuous screams from Yun Zheng, Qingxuan clapped his hands and shook his sleeves. "How about it? Is anyone still dissatisfied with my new job?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure darted towards him, startling Qingxuan.

What's going on? Is there really someone who isn't afraid of death?

Before Qingxuan could react, the figure stopped, fell to the ground with a thud, and knocked three loud kowtows. Upon closer inspection, it was Qian Yunzhong.

Qian Yunzhong, with a dazed and excited look, his chubby face covered in snot and tears, screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "Uncle, you're a great master—take me as your disciple!"

He grabbed Qingxuan's trouser leg and smeared his snot and tears all over it.

Qian Yunzhong, a wealthy young man who usually had no worries about food and drink, engaged in petty theft and mischief just for the thrill. He thought being sent to the mountain was just his father's way of tormenting him, but he never expected to find a treasure here.

In the Divine Martial Continent, one's success was always judged by their martial arts skills. Who wouldn't want to stand out?

Having seen this, he didn't want to miss the opportunity. Adhering to his family's tradition of "grabbing every opportunity," the chubby Qian Yunzhong made a wise decision in an instant.

Follow the great master and learn martial arts, no matter what.

In a flash, this little episode unfolded.

Yeqingxuan noticed that Yunfeng had also taken a step forward, looking quite excited, but was preempted by the exaggerated Yunzhong and retreated without a word.

Hmm, this kid is also very eager!

Yeqingxuan, who had interacted with Xiaoyunfeng before, was very attentive to this disciple. He noticed Yunfeng's advance and retreat.

While thinking, Qingxuan suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why was his pants wet and sticky?

"Uncle, take me," Qian Yunzhong continued to cry and beg.

Damn!

Looking down, he saw that his pants had been smeared with snot and tears by Qian Yunzhong, making them sticky and disgusting.

Get lost!

Qingxuan kicked Qian Yunzhong, but the chubby boy clung on like a super glue, and several kicks couldn't dislodge him.

"Uncle, Uncle, take me... teach me martial arts—"

"Get lost—monster! If you don't let go, I'll really take you—"

Qian Yunzhong, with a face full of excitement, snot, and tears, couldn't stop himself and kept rubbing against Qingxuan.

"Uncle, Uncle, I want to learn martial arts, teach me, teach me—"

Seeing this comedy, the others almost burst out laughing, but when they heard Qian Yunzhong's words, they were all shocked.

Right, Little Uncle is so young and already has such high martial arts skills. The few moves he just showed were effortless. Despite their young age and lack of experience, they had seen their uncles practice martial arts before and could tell that Qingxuan's skills were far superior.

Since they were all sent here by the temple as useless people, why not follow Little Uncle and learn some skills to avoid wasting their time?

Not only did the third-generation disciples think this way, but Qingxuan also had a thought.

Right, I can take on some disciples!

In the future, when walking the world, there will be fights and battles. It's not necessary to do everything myself.

Damn, even my master and the other senior brothers treat me like a trash can. Being looked down upon like this is really infuriating. Qingxuan was seething with anger, but if he could really train these useless ones into capable people, in four years, at the sect's grand competition, I... damn, if they dare to play me, I'll make them eat their words.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"Yes!"

The group's spirits were lifted, and they answered in unison.

"Do you really want to learn martial arts?"

"Yes!"

This time, even the wooden Yunfeng answered loudly.

Yeqingxuan took a deep breath and said slowly, "Do you know why you are here?"

The children looked at each other, some with dark expressions, some indignant, some ashamed... but they all nodded, indicating they understood.

"Good to know," Yeqingxuan pointed to the back mountain and raised his voice, "Do you know what the sect said when they decided to have me lead you? They said, let you play, let you have fun, let you indulge, and let you do as you please... You might be happy to hear that, but I'm telling you, this is not indulgence, not pampering, but an insult, a disdain... In their eyes, you are finished, completely finished! You are useless, a burden... They want to give up on you, they want to abandon you, so they let you play and indulge. Tell me, are you useless?"

"No—" The children, though confused, felt that Little Uncle's words made sense. The adults who indulged them were really annoying, even though they felt something was off... but who cares, the anger was already burning and spreading to everyone present.

Yeqingxuan had never felt so good. It was so easy to manipulate a group of naive teenagers with words. Seeing them follow his speech, becoming furious, and their emotions under his control, the feeling was like being the president of a great country.

Yeqingxuan's voice was low and deep, like a volcano about to erupt, as he said, "Not just you, but even I, are considered dispensable, useless, and trash in their eyes... Do you want to join me and pull those arrogant bastards down, step on their faces, and say, 'You are the trash, you are the fools'?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to, in four years, at the sect's grand competition, knock those arrogant bastards to the ground and say, 'Trash'?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to tell the whole world, 'You are all trash, I am the hero'?"

"Yes!—"

Yeqingxuan's blood boiled, his eyes red, completely in a frenzy. He shook his arms and roared hysterically, "Good, from today, you will follow me, step on all the so-called geniuses in the world, and show them what true genius and greatness are!"

Roar—

A group of little kids screamed wildly—

"Little Uncle is right!"

"Little Uncle is so cool!"

"Little Uncle is the best!"

"Little Uncle is invincible!"

...

Amidst the flattery, Yeqingxuan finally calmed down. He never thought he had a talent for politics. If he hadn't come to this world, he might have tried politics and become an official.

He bowed to the crowd, a satisfied smile on his face, and laughed.

"Let's go, follow the Daoist to practice martial arts."

"Good!—"

The group answered excitedly.

Then Qingxuan smiled and said softly, "This nephew, can you let go now?"