Chapter 103: Does an Old Student Bully a New Student?

Outside, more than a dozen disciples had gathered, led by a man with a scarred face, followed by over a dozen disciples with impressive cultivations. Their faces all bore the gleeful expressions of those who come to reap the spoils. Several others, drawn by their arrival, began to flock over as well.

"Isn't that Scarred Face? He's going to extort another new disciple again?"

"Of course, after all, we all came this way back then..."

"Sigh, we actually got assigned to the South District. The other three districts wouldn't have to deal with this. It's because our South District ranks last every year, with too little resources..."

...

Many began complaining, but most watched with the attitude of spectators, since they had all passed through the same ordeal before.

Seeing this scene replay once more, they naturally welcomed it eagerly. This was the grand spectacle of the year, a moment for the old disciples to assert their authority, and they had no intention of missing it.

"The new disciples inside, quickly come out and greet us."

Scarred Face ordered one of his underlings to knock on the door, then shouted from behind.

"Hmm?"

The people inside the room were puzzled, but no one opened the door; they continued cultivating as if nothing had happened.

"Hah? This year's new disciples are quite arrogant."

"Very arrogant, indeed. In previous years, when we heard such demands, they would all open the door, but this year seems different."

"Look at the show."

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The group watched the room as no one came out, their interest growing even more intense.

"Go, smash down the door for me. Let them know what it means to respect hierarchy and seniority."

Scarred Face looked displeased at the new disciples' room and instructed one to do it.

"Scare!"

That disciple roared loudly. With a bang, his right fist erupted with the sound of bones clashing, a flash of origin energy passing by, instantly shattering the wooden door.

"Crash!"

The people inside the room were startled and turned to look at the door. There entered a scarred man striding in with a broad smile.

"Newcomer, eh? Do you understand the rules? Don't you know how to honor your seniors?"

Scarred Face looked at the group still cultivating and said with an arrogant demeanor, his formidable aura subtly emerging.

"Do you know how to honor us?!"

One man stood up. Ye Jiuyao's eyes slightly opened, recognizing the person.

One of the eighth-grade talent individuals among the new disciples, his cultivation estimated to be at the peak of the Awakening Realm, his power extremely condensed, but against Scarred Face, it was insufficient.

"Haha... Just act obediently. Throw in some origin stones and it's fine. In the future, in this South District, as a servant disciple, I'll cover for you with my Scarred name!"

That scarred man said this very generously.

"Oh? What if I don't?"

After that eighth-grade man spoke, the several people still cultivating behind him also stood up. These individuals were naturally eighth-grade talent cultivators, their strength estimated also at the peak of the Awakening Realm.

As the others saw their companions from the same group stand up, they hesitated not at all and immediately stood behind them.

"Hahaha... Sure enough, enough of that arrogance. I like this sort of thing. After all, many were like this back then, but under my guidance, they became obedient..."

After Scarred Face finished speaking, a fist roared out.

"Go!"

The leader also struck with a fist, and the moment the two fists collided, Scarred Face's fist sent the man flying back repeatedly, as if he still had strength left, then he charged forward again.

"Block!"

The others, seeing this, immediately surged forward in a crowd.

"Beat them down for me!"

Scarred Face was not reckless; as the others rushed forward, the dozen or so behind him also began to act.

If the room hadn't been large enough, this freewheeling brawl would already have been unsustainable.

Fists came and feet went, a surge of terrifying power exploding instantly, sharp fist light whistling out.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The sensation of flesh meeting flesh bombarded their bodies. Each one regarded the other as fierce opponents, but more terrifying than anything was Scarred Face.

His terrifying power, combined with his burly physique, seemed to add even more ferocity. Under the siege of several attackers, he actually didn't fall, instead subtly gaining the upper hand.

"Finished."

Suddenly, Scarred Face caught a gap and a fist blasted out.

"Pfft..."

One was hit by Scarred Face's punch, his body flying back and crashing directly into the wall, stirring up the formation array on the wall.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

Again, several bodies were blasted away. Ye Jiuyao sat on the bed, remaining completely motionless, not even opening his eyes, because he already knew the outcome long ago; whether he looked or not made no difference.

Rather than waste time, it was better to use this time to cultivate.

"Pfft..."

As the last person fell, Scarred Face patted his hands, his face full of disdain, then found a spot to sit down, conveniently right beside Ye Jiuyao.

"Look at him. I admire people who know their place. After all, those who know the situation are outstanding. You should learn from him, learn..."

"Hmph!"

The group looked displeased at Scarred Face, and even at Ye Jiuyao, feeling a bit annoyed. They were all from the same group; why was he unharmed, why had he avoided a beating?

So, their jealous little minds started acting up, jealousy appearing in their eyes as they looked at Ye Jiuyao.

"Indeed, those who do not envy are the mediocre. Even if you're this low-key, you're still hated."

Although Ye Jiuyao had not opened his eyes, his soul force could still perceive it, and he sighed inwardly.

"Hmph, he's just a waste, a person who shattered the aptitude stone. He naturally doesn't dare to act, and he's frail; one punch could kill him. How dare a waste like him act?"

"Oh, but he knows when to act obediently!"

Scarred Face was unconcerned, that tiny provocation wouldn't work; he naturally couldn't be fooled, after all, these years he had been ruling with virtue.

"Little brat, stop pretending. How much tribute do you want to give me?"

Scarred Face looked at Ye Jiuyao and said, his face full of expectation.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Ye Jiuyao also opened his eyes. After all, he wanted to be a polite person; when others speak to you, you should look into their eyes, that way you seem polite.

"Just protection fee."

Scarred Face thought Ye Jiuyao was foolish, so he spoke very straightforwardly, his expectant expression even stronger.

"No, you can go. I need to cultivate."

Ye Jiuyao directly chose to ignore it, since he had seen such things many times.

This was a world of the weak eating the strong; strength was the reason, so why bother saying much more? Simple and clear was best.

"You little brat, are you playing with me?"

Immediately, Scarred Face was enraged.

"Hit him, hit him!"

The group of new disciples who had fallen had excited expressions on their faces, their hearts shouting inwardly.

"If you think so, then it is so."

Ye Jiuyao continued to say indifferently, his face showing no fluctuation, then he closed his eyes and continued cultivating.

"Looking for death!" Scarred Face roared.

A fist came accordingly. Ye Jiuyao suddenly opened his eyes, cold intent bursting forth as he spoke.

"If you don't provoke me, it's fine, but if you do, then you're doomed to be ruined!"

Ye Jiuyao's seemingly ordinary fist blasted out, carrying a thousand-jin force, with the momentum to collapse mountains and overturn seas, charging forward.

Outside, people listening to the battle sounds inside erupted again, their faces showing excitement, but unable to see, their hearts very anxious.

Just then, a figure flew out, causing the group's expressions to change, revealing curious looks as they looked over.

One look, and they were instantly shocked.