Chapter 82

"Get out of the way! Do you have eyes? Is this a place for you to sit? Get lost!"

"What are you staring at? If you keep staring, I'll slap you, do you believe me? Be obedient!"

"Get out of here! Can't you see the master is coming?"

...

A few outer disciples who had come early to occupy the middle seats on the lower level were enthusiastically discussing what would happen at today's scripture discussion when they were suddenly pulled from their seats and scolded.

Even clay figurines have a bit of earthy nature, let alone outer disciples of a sect. Although they were not as high and mighty as inner disciples, as cultivators above the seventh level of Qi Condensation, they all had their own tempers.

One of them immediately retorted, "Brat, you said..." Before he could finish, a slap landed hard on his face. This cultivator, in his twenties, was sturdy and solid, but he was not someone to be trifled with. He roared and reached out to grab the chest of the person who had hit him. However, before his hand could reach out, it was grabbed. The one who grabbed his hand was a companion who had been sitting with him.

"Let me go!" the sturdy outer disciple shouted angrily. His companion did not let go but instead pulled him, saying, "Senior Brother Bai wants the seat, let's move."

"Senior... Senior Bai..." The sturdy man, still angry, was about to curse when he saw a figure standing coldly to the side.

As an outer disciple, the sturdy disciple certainly recognized Bai Jingtao. Instantly, the raging fire in his heart turned into fear.

"Senior... Senior Bai, I didn't see clearly just now. Please, Senior Bai, take your seat." After saying this, the sturdy cultivator's face turned as dark as a pig liver.

Bai Jingtao smiled faintly. Although he found the sturdy cultivator familiar, he couldn't recall his name. But that didn't matter! What mattered was that many people were watching them. "Thank you, Junior Brother, for your seat!"

Bai Jingtao's politeness made the sturdy cultivator feel incredibly relieved. He knew that Bai Jingtao would find trouble even if there was none, let alone after a conflict. Just as he was about to leave this place of trouble, Bai Jingtao continued, "Junior Brother, is your face okay?"

The left side of the sturdy cultivator's face was burning, and although he couldn't see it, he knew there was definitely a palm print. "I'm fine, thank you, Senior Brother Bai!" he said, forcing a smile through gritted teeth.

Bai Jingtao smiled brightly and said gently, "That's good, but your left face looks a bit weak, making it look asymmetrical. What should we do?"

At this moment, Bai Jingtao seemed like a senior brother truly concerned for his junior, but then he tapped his hand with a fan and said, "I have an idea. I don't have any miraculous medicine to instantly reduce swelling, but if the other half also swells, wouldn't it be symmetrical?"

Hearing this, the sturdy cultivator felt a raging fire burning inside him. He clenched his fists tightly, and at that moment, he wanted to fight to the death!

"Brother, your family is waiting for you to return and restore the family's honor!" a low voice whispered softly in the sturdy cultivator's ear.

The sturdy cultivator calmed down. He bit his lip, suddenly stretched out his palm, and slapped the other half of his face hard. After this slap, he quickly ran into the crowd.

Bai Jingtao watched the sturdy cultivator leave and burst into laughter. The dozen or so outer disciples following him also laughed.

"Senior Brother Bai, you are truly benevolent. This brat dared to glare at us, if we didn't break his legs, he wouldn't know our power."

"That brat should pray to his ancestors when he gets home. Heh, if it weren't for Senior Brother's good mood today, he wouldn't have escaped so easily." ...

Bai Jingtao found these flattering words very pleasing. As he sat down in the center, he said, "Today is a good show, we can't let a single rat ruin our mood." As he spoke, his gaze turned to the lotus platform ten zhang above. The lotus platform was five feet wide, intricately carved. During each scripture discussion, the core disciples would sit high on the lotus seats, lecturing while looking down on the crowd.

In the past, when listening to lectures, Bai Jingtao had always dreamed of one day standing on this lectern himself. But today, he wanted to see that person become the laughingstock of the entire True Dao Sect. How could a disciple who had only been in the sect for a year lecture? Moreover, his uncle wanted him to never hold his head high in the True Dao Sect. Perhaps after today, he would never see that brat again!

He touched his ribs, which no longer hurt, but a wave of hatred surged in his heart.

"Senior Brother, look, the Sect Master and Senior Uncle Bai are here!" an outer disciple sitting next to Bai Jingtao said enviously.

Bai Jingtao composed himself and looked up. In the void a hundred zhang away, True Dao Sect's Sect Master Fu Jingbo and Bai Yvqi floated over. Fu Jingbo was riding an ice-fire fan, while Bai Yvqi was standing on a crimson flying sword.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Although Fu Jingbo, as the Sect Master, did not have much power in the True Dao Sect, he was still the Sect Master. The three core disciples stood up the moment Fu Jingbo landed, respectfully greeting him. Fu Jingbo did not dare to put on airs with the three core disciples and smiled, "No need for formalities, Senior Brothers."

As he spoke, he glanced at Bai Yvqi standing beside him, his gaze carrying a hint of something unusual.

The three core disciples, though lower in status than the elders, were not under the control of the Sect Master. In the past, during each scripture discussion, if one core disciple lectured, the other two would never show up. The reason all three core disciples were present today was certainly due to someone's mediation. That mediator, of course, was Bai Yvqi. It seemed he needed to be more cautious about this Junior Brother Bai. If he couldn't become a core disciple, he might set his sights on the Sect Master's position.

With these thoughts, Fu Jingbo maintained a calm expression and asked, "Is Junior Brother Fang here?"

"Senior Brother, I'm here," a calm voice echoed from the crowd. With this voice, Fang Ling, dressed in the most ordinary Daoist robe, stepped forward. The morning sun slowly rose, its light shining on Fang Ling's face, giving him an ethereal and transcendent appearance. The eyes of the thousands of people present were all drawn to Fang Ling.

To most of the people present, Fang Ling was just a legend.

A core disciple who passed Qianfo Mountain and ultimately chose the True Dao Sect;

A core disciple who beat Bai Jingtao and was subsequently punished by Bai Yvqi;

A core disciple who had only been in the sect for a year and was about to lecture;

A core disciple who was only at the peak of Qi Condensation, the least powerful among them!

The reason they were here today was mainly to watch the show, to see how this person would embarrass himself!

"Junior Uncle Fang looks quite handsome," a female disciple from Chifeng Peak suddenly giggled. Her plump-faced companion giggled and said, "When Junior Uncle Fang needs the most comfort, you can comfort him. I believe if you act now, Junior Uncle Fang will definitely repay you with his body."

"Stop it, you're talking nonsense!" The first female disciple immediately wrestled with her companion. However, her companion's words lingered in her mind, and her rosy face turned even redder.

Fang Ling walked calmly, his eyes like water, showing no emotion. At this moment, if Fang Ling were in a crowd, he would be like a drop of water in the sea. But now, under everyone's gaze, even the sky could not steal his radiance!

Seeing the incredibly calm Fang Ling, Fu Jingbo's heart trembled for some reason, and a sense of regret rose in his heart. He shouldn't have pushed this young man to this point. After all, as long as he didn't agree, Bai Yvqi, no matter how domineering, couldn't make this young man host the scripture discussion.

However, this regret flashed through Fu Jingbo's mind and disappeared. This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. If you weren't ruthless to others, they would be ruthless to you. His decision was correct.

Glancing at Bai Yvqi, who was smirking, Fu Jingbo laughed and said to the approaching Fang Ling, "Junior Brother Fang, let me introduce you to the other Senior Brothers."

"This is Senior Sister Zheng from Chifeng Peak..." "This is Senior Brother Jiao..." "This is..."

After introducing the three core disciples, Fu Jingbo looked at Bai Yvqi. Just as he was hesitating about how to introduce Bai Yvqi, Bai Yvqi stepped forward with a smile, "You are Junior Brother Fang, heh, indeed a young talent! We are all looking forward to Junior Brother Fang's performance this time!"

The word "performance" in Bai Yvqi's words was emphasized.

Fang Ling glanced at Bai Yvqi and said coolly, "Thank you, Senior Brother Bai."

Just a "thank you," nothing more. This made Bai Yvqi very uncomfortable. He felt that Fang Ling must know why he was made to host this scripture discussion and understood his intentions. He hoped to see resentment, anger, even hatred in this young man's eyes. These expressions would make him feel good. But he saw nothing. In this young man's eyes, he was just a passerby.

Fang Ling gently landed on the lotus seat, looking down at the thousands of eyes fixed on him. Among these eyes, there was mockery, ridicule, and the cold indifference of those just watching the show. Facing these expressions, Fang Ling smiled faintly.

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