28: Chapter 28 Teaching Zhang Jianren a Lesson

This scene, falling into Zhang Jianren's eyes, turned into a huge joke, and he couldn't help but sneer aloud:

"As expected of a naturally trash physique, you can't even execute the most basic Golden Armor Technique."

Before his words faded, his smile froze on his face.

Seeing that fireball shooting out, at a distance of three chi from Baili Yunche, it suddenly stopped abruptly as if it had crashed into an invisible wall.

Immediately following, the fireball turned its direction and shot back toward Zhang Jianren at an even faster speed than when it came!

"What?!"

Zhang Jianren's pupils suddenly constricted.

He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

"Whoosh—"

The fireball crashed solidly into his chest.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill scream resounded over the Waste Pill Room.

The flames instantly engulfed Zhang Jianren's entire body, and he frantically jumped, rolled, and patted himself in front of the Waste Pill Room door like a human torch.

The surrounding Utility Disciples retreated one after another, for fear of being affected.

After a few breaths, the flames finally extinguished.

When Zhang Jianren appeared in everyone's field of vision again, everyone gasped a breath of cold air.

Is this still the majestic steward from just now?

His originally dark face was now smoked by the fire as if he had just crawled out of a coal pit, dark tinged with red, and red tinged with char.

The Dao robe on his body was burned to tatters, revealing a large expanse of scorched skin.

The most miserable part was his originally thick black hair; not a blade of grass grew, revealing an oily scalp.

"Pfft—"

I don't know who couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

This laugh was like igniting a powder keg, and snickers sounded one after another around.

Although everyone was trying their best to suppress it, that irrepressible amusement was more piercing than any mockery.

Zhang Jianren trembled all over, not knowing whether it was from pain or anger.

"Ah... Ah!!! Baili Yunche! I want to kill you!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was distorted, and the muscles on his face trembled violently due to anger.

At this moment, he forgot fear, forgot doubt, and had only one thought in his heart.

Make the trash in front of him, who used to let him slaughter at will, pay the price!

He patted the Storage Pouch at his waist, and a cold light flew out, falling into his palm.

That was a Flying Sword Magical Artifact, three chi in sword body, flashing with cold light, extremely sharp.

Zhang Jianren grasped the sword hilt, Dharmic power poured in frantically, and the sword body instantly lit up with two crimson Sword Qis.

"I was careless just now! This time let's see how you dodge!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out word by word from between his teeth: "Today I must let you know that I, Zhang Jianren, am not a random cat or dog that can be bullied!"

With a horizontal sweep of the sword blade, the two Sword Qis broke through the air, carrying a piercing screech, and slashed crosswise toward Baili Yunche.

The surrounding crowd let out exclamations.

This Flying Sword Magical Artifact paired with Sword Qi far exceeded the power of a fireball spell.

If hit, even if not dead, one would be heavily injured.

Baili Yunche looked at those two whistling Sword Qis and smiled disdainfully.

Too slow!

In his Foundation Establishment tier 3 Divine Sense perception, the trajectories of these two Sword Qis were as clear as a child dancing a peachwood sword, full of flaws.

His figure flickered, leaving an afterimage in place.

"Swish—"

The two Sword Qis crossed and slashed through, tearing the afterimage to pieces, yet they didn't even touch the corner of Baili Yunche's clothing.

The next instant, Baili Yunche had appeared in front of Zhang Jianren.

The distance between the two was less than three chi.

Zhang Jianren's pupils shrank abruptly, and a chill rushed straight from his tailbone to his crown.

He wanted to retreat, but found himself locked by a mighty pressure, unable to take a single step.

"No, impossible—"

Before he finished speaking, Baili Yunche's right fist slammed into his abdomen.

"Bang!"

The dull crashing sound was like beating a drum.

Zhang Jianren's eyes bulged, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out wildly, and his entire body flew backward for more than three zhang like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily onto the ground with a clang, splashing up a cloud of dust.

He lay on the ground like a dead dog, his body curled up into a ball, fresh blood continuously gushing from his mouth.

"No... Impossible..."

He lifted his head with difficulty, looking at Baili Yunche with eyes full of disbelief:

"You... a naturally trash physique... how could you... resume Cultivating!"

His voice was intermittent, and every word he spoke made him vomit a mouthful of blood foam, but that shocked expression was even worse than the pain in his body.

Baili Yunche walked slowly up to him, looking down at him from above.

"That's right." He said, his voice as calm as if discussing the weather, "I can Cultivate now."

He paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile:

"You keep saying that I am a naturally trash physique. What a pity—"

He leaned down, looking at Zhang Jianren's face distorted by shock and pain, and said word by word:

"You can't even beat a 'trash physique', have all these years of cultivation gone to the dogs?"

Zhang Jianren trembled violently, his dark-reddish face turned into the color of a pig's liver.

He raised his trembling hand, pointing at Baili Yunche, his lips shivering wanting to say something, but only spewing a second mouthful of fresh blood.

"Pfft—"

The surrounding Utility Disciples were completely dumbfounded.

The entire Waste Pill Room was dead silent.

"No, it can't be..."

I don't know how long passed, someone finally said in a low voice.

"Baili Yunche beat Steward Zhang? Steward Zhang is at Qi Refining Layer Seven!"

"I remember Baili Yunche has a naturally trash physique, right? Otherwise he wouldn't have come to guard the Waste Pill Room... Could it be that he can Cultivate now?"

"That move just now... how could Qi Refining Layer Four punch someone at Qi Refining Layer Seven into this state?"

"I've long felt that Baili Yunche is not simple. Think about it, he has been Cultivating for more than ten years and is still standing still, this in itself is abnormal. Perhaps he has been accumulating strength all along?"

"It's possible. Those who entered the sect at the same time as him have either reached Foundation Establishment, or at worst are in the Late Stage of Qi Refining. Only he is still lingering around the third or fourth layer of Qi Refining, this doesn't make sense."

"Zhang Jianren also deserves it. He's used to lording it over others on usual days, and today he finally kicked an iron plate!"

"Served him right! Someone should have dealt with him long ago!"

Discussions arose everywhere, some shocked, some doubtful, but more of it was irrepressible glee.

Among these Utility Disciples, which one hasn't had their Spirit Stones squeezed by Zhang Jianren? Which one hasn't bowed and scraped in front of him?

Now seeing that arrogant Zhang Jianren beaten into a pig's head, it was simply deeply gratifying!

The whispering sounds entered Zhang Jianren's ears, like countless needles piercing his face.

His face turned from pig-liver color to cyan-purple, and from cyan-purple to pale white.

He struggled to crawl up and leave, having just propped up half his body, when he remembered something, turned his head and glared fiercely at Baili Yunche: "Baili Yunche, you just wait for this daddy—"

Before he finished speaking, Baili Yunche had already moved.

No one saw clearly how he moved, only feeling a blur in front of their eyes, and he had already appeared in front of Zhang Jianren once more.

"Wait for what?"

Zhang Jianren opened his mouth, and before any sound came out, Baili Yunche's right leg swept horizontally outward.

"Bang!"

This kick landed on his lower abdomen, and his whole body flew out again, tumbling several somersaults on the ground, finally stopping only after crashing into a tree.

"Ah—"

The scream was even more shrill than before.

Baili Yunche withdrew his leg, patted the non-existent dust on his hem, and said calmly:

"Get lost! Don't let me see you again, otherwise—I'll beat you once every time I see you."

Zhang Jianren leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily.

His eyes were filled with malice, but even more so, a deep-seated fear.

He didn't dare to say another word, struggled to crawl up, and ran away staggeringly.

That back was as disheveled as a stray dog, where was there any trace of his majesty from just now?

The surrounding Utility Disciples watched him leave, until his figure completely disappeared at the end of the forest path, before they finally dared to breathe heavily.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into a long-suppressed cheer.

"Good!"

"Well beaten!"

"Senior Brother Baili is mighty!"

Several Utility Disciples who were bullied the hardest by Zhang Jianren on usual days were so excited that their eye sockets turned red.