Chapter 16: Wishing For A Chaotic World

The abusive banter between Fang Xing and the feeble disciple grabbed the attention of those around them, and everyone in the hall soon burst out into laughter.

Unable to defend himself from Fang Xings words, the feeble disciple broke into tears. A friend of hisa tall, beefy manwas finally unable to hold in his anger and pointed his finger towards Fang Xing. Watch it, you brat! You need some soap to wash out that mouth of yours!

What has this got to do with you, you hairy cow! Are you defending him because youre his lover or something? Fang Xing cursed at the other man without holding back, his hands moving to rest on his hips.

The feeble disciple took out his handkerchief to wipe away his tears, See. With this, the two men looked even more like a loving couple.

Hahahaha! Thought so! Fang Xing pointed at the two men, laughing hysterically.

The beefy man walked out of his queue towards Fang Xing, his eyebrows knitted together and his face beet red.

Showing no signs of fear, Fang Xing simply turned to the rest of the onlookers. Shixiongs, these two lovebirds are looking down on us D-Rank disciples! I heard them muttering something about how giving us Spirit Stones was a waste of resources and that we should hand them all to the C-Ranks instead! How could I possibly stay quiet about this?

This remark immediately caused a few of the D-Rank disciples to grow angry. Although they couldnt say for certain the feeble man had actually said such words, the looks of ridicule and disdain on the faces of the C-Rank disciples towards the D-Rank disciples were as clear as day. The sight of the beefy man walking towards their queue without any good intentionscoupled with Fang Xings provocationbegan to trigger the D-Rank disciples rage.

Why didnt you get into B-Rank, huh? Whats so good about your C-Rank, anyway?

Us D-Rank disciples belong to the sect as well! Why would we fake anything?

Its not like you C-Ranks are any better when it comes to the number of people who qualify for the inner court every ten years!

Several D-Rank disciples began to noisily argue in that moment. With so many hostile reactions of the opposing queue, the beefy man stopped in his path, pale as though drained of blood.

Seeing everyones reactions, Fang Xing wasted no time in throwing out even more provocations, Hey, you hairy cow! Do you really think were easy targets? Beat him!

Just as Fang Xing was about to start a group brawl, Yu Sanliangwhod been trying to stop Fang Xing the entire timefinally managed to grab him by the arms. Yu Sanliang was astonished throughout the entire event and couldnt understand how simply lining up could almost lead to a large brawl. Fang Xing seemed to want to cause chaos wherever he went.

For the new D-Rank disciples in particular, this was effectively a fight for pride and honor. Without having a solid grasp of the sect rules, they didnt have any second thoughts about picking a fight with these C-Rank disciples. Furthermore, the number of people in the D-Rank was much higher than any other ranks, anyway; if a genuine brawl were to break out, they would be the ones with an advantage.

As for the C-Rank disciples, their faces paled as they felt a deep sense of threat.

They believed that one day they would be far ahead in the world of cultivation, but that was all a matter of the future. Right now, the differences in cultivation levels between the two ranks were minimal, and if a large brawl was to truly break out, the difference in numbers would make the outcome hard to predict. The beefy C-Rank man returned to his queue with the other C-Rank disciples, frightened and covered in cold sweat.

As the conflict between the two parties began to reach its climax, an elder at the front of the lines coldly exclaimed, Silence, all of you! Do you not want your Spirit Stones anymore? His voice was coated with a dense Qi that sent cold shivers down the legs of the hot-headed disciples. In the same moment, Fang Xing hastily straightened his back and immediately pretended he was nothing more than an innocent bystander.

It was fortunate the elder had no intention of finding out who the main culprit was; instead, as soon as the pavilion returned to its originally tranquil state, he simply continued his job of handing out Spirit Stones.

In fact, the elders had all seen arguments and fights of the same topic numerous times in the past, and there had even been far worse cases where the disciples got quite physical with each other. The sect would always strive to sit and watch, remaining indifferent unless actual violence broke out.

Any elder could easily stop such a low-level brawl, after all, and being competitive and hot-blooded in youth wasnt always a bad thing. If these kids were unable to satisfy their thirst for winning with physical fights, they would likely turn towards their cultivation practice with more diligence in the hopes of one day overpowering the people who looked down upon them.

After all, no matter their talent or rank, a disciple would still obtain instant success and admiration once their cultivation rose above everyone else!

After waiting for a bit and seeing that the elder didnt want to chase the matter further, Fang Xing once again took the initiative and squinted his eyes towards the feeble man in provocation. The feeble man, on the other hand, was already intimidated by what Fang Xing had done; he only lowered his head and pretended not to notice what was happening.

It didnt take long for Yu Sanliang to notice what Fang Xing was up to behind him, either. Without any other options, he dragged Fang Xing in front of him and started into a lecture him on reining in his temperthere was no reason to be picking fights with people instead of focusing on cultivation.

The moment after the feeble disciple received his Spirit Stone and was just about to leave, he gave a fierce glance towards Fang Xing.

Sissy! Fang Xing muttered under his breath without a second thought.

The beefy man pulled at the feeble disciple and said in a low voice, Well show him who hes dealing with in a moment.

Once it was Fang Xings turn to collect his Spirit Stone, the elder gave him a meaningful look just as he was about to receive it. Young man, instead of wasting your time arguing with others, wouldnt it be better to use all of that energy practicing Qi and cultivation? Someone will improve your aptitude if you can make it into the inner court!

These words startled Fang Xingit turned out the elder knew what had happened all too well. Fang Xing nodded, putting on his most sincere smile before responding, Yes, of course! I shall work extra hard and make the entire Qing-Yun Sect proud!

Such a smooth talker you are, the elder smiled back, checking Fang Xings wooden token before passing a small Spirit Stone over.

Once both of them had received their Spirit Stones, Yu Sanliang once more cautioned Fang Xing about the usual procedures. Shidi Fang Xing, now that weve got our stones, well need to head back to our cottages as soon as possible. Do not look anyone in the eye, and even if someone tries to pick a fight with you, pretend not to notice.

Fang Xing simply rolled his eyes at the warnings. What do you mean?

Just do as I say. I would never mislead you about such things. A hint of helplessness flashed across Yu Sanliangs gaze as he placed his precious Spirit Stone surreptitiously into his robe, as though afraid someone would take it from him.

Fang Xing himself wasnt too worried; he still had over twenty stones remaining inside his storage ring, after all!

Disciples returned to their cottages in small groups. Some chatted and walked at a leisurely pace, others seemed to be in a rush, and a few were arrogantly bossing others around. One person even deliberately showed off his Flying Sword by gliding over a crowd, causing a scene and drawing envious gazes.

Fang Xing scoffed at such grandstanding. In theory, the lowest requirement to use a sword as a flying tool was to have an aptly-named Flying Sword, which only needed to have Qi poured into it from its cultivator. In practice, however, this method was extremely wasteful of Qi; especially for the level of an outer court disciple, the sword wouldnt fly more than thirty feet before the users Qi was completely used up. It was important to note that even among the core disciples with cultivation levels like Xiao Jianming and Shijie Linyun, the preferred method of transportation was respectively an iron falcon and the white crane.

Even Fang Xing had a Flying Sword of his own although it wasnt exactly appropriate to be revealed just yet, of course.

Rather alarmingly, there were groups to either side of the path staring coldly at the passersby, appearing more like members of a gang than disciples from a respectable sect. Yu Sanliang lowered his head to avoid any eye contact with these people before grabbing Fang Xings sleeves, urging him to go faster.

What the hell are these bastards staring at? Fang Xing couldnt help but mutter after seeing so many malicious glances on the way towards their cottages.

Yu Sanliang lowered his voice, My good shidi Fang Xing I know you dont like it when someone offends you, but this is not the time to show off your temper. You have to know your place in this world, and with our cultivation level, there is no way we would be able to get away unhurt. If you dont hold your temper, what if they come up to us and give us a beating before taking all of our Spirit Stones? What will you do then?

Does the sect not care? Fang Xing questioned, his voice quivering.

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