Chapter 187: Disciple beats disciple, teacher beats teacher

At this moment, everyone looked at the unrecognizable lounge and the students rolling and wailing on the ground, unable to speak.

Only their expressions became increasingly ugly.

Only Master Kong saw that his disciple was still intact, just with a bit of dust on his face, and his expression softened slightly.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he had learned his lesson.

By now, Zhou Cheng, who was already unrecognizable on the ground, could no longer hold back, shedding bloody tears and wailing:

"Grand... Grandfather..."

Ji Jue's expression changed drastically, shocked: "Don't you dare call me that! Just apologize, why are you randomly climbing up the family tree?! I don't have a grandson like you!"

In an instant, the entire room fell into dead silence again.

An awkward dead silence.

Everyone who could still breathe couldn't help but want to say something but stopped.

I mean, is there a possibility...

This "Grandfather" he's calling isn't you?

And right beside Master Kong, Master Zhou Zhong, with his long beard and gloomy face, saw his own grandson beaten into this state, his face flushed red, bloodshot eyes appearing, his eyes splitting with rage.

Spiritual quality was violent, and the entire room seemed to freeze.

The pressure was like a tide, rushing toward Ji Jue!

"What on earth is going on here!"

Zhou Zhong squeezed out through gritted teeth, "Where is there any appearance of an artisan left!"

The violent pressure locked the surroundings, almost crushing Ji Jue instantly.

But immediately after, he heard a crisp cracking sound, the pressure dissipated without a trace, leaving only a breeze brushing his face.

The late-arriving Professor Ye finally walked into the lounge.

She didn't ask for the reason, didn't ask for the process.

With a wave of her hand, she dispersed Master Zhou's angry blow.

Then, with bloodshot eyes, she looked at him, and Zhou Zhong sneered: "Is this the principle of Master Ye's way of doing things? Her own student actually beat someone into this state because of a few words of argument?!

This is too much, I want to see if there are any rules left in the Ring of Taiyi!"

"Too much? I don't think so."

Ye Xian scanned the tragic state of the room lightly and nodded slightly: "It looks quite restrained."

"This counts as restrained?! Then what exactly..."

Zhou Zhong was so angry he laughed, just about to say something, when he saw Ji Jue reach out, pull a pistol from his lower back, remove a bullet, and play with it in his hand.

Immediately, his voice stalled.

His eyelids couldn't help but twitch wildly!

What the hell!

The people who arrived at the scene now, able to enter the door, were at least senior artisans, and their perception and experience were naturally not for show; even if they just took a glance, they could feel the terrifying aura contained in that tiny bullet...

Malicious pollution, ferocious spirit, violent and crazy killing intent, and an insatiable hunger.

—The Poison of the Mad Butcher!!!

For a time, the sound of gasping for air rang out incessantly.

Everyone took a step back in unison, their spines chilling.

Your Tide Sound Workshop is truly heartless, throwing such deadly stuff to a student to play with?!

If this were in a fight, and someone lost their temper, someone would probably be lying on a board immediately, and not even ashes would be left!

At this moment, looking at the trunk of the little Niu Ma that had suddenly opened.

That heavy machine gun, the mountain of fulminate explosives, and several indescribable things—everyone's cold sweat began to pour down.

So, just a passerby, to be fair, Student Ji is actually quite restrained.

At least everyone is still alive, right?

"Enough, don't show off this kind of self-made stuff in front of teachers." Ye Xian waved her hand impatiently and suddenly asked: "Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, my hand is scraped." Ji Jue nodded obediently, raising his hand and sighing: "Thanks to you arriving early, if you had come later, it might have already healed."

"..."

The awkward atmosphere became even thicker; besides the increasingly ugly expressions of the teachers involved, the artisans who came to watch the show suddenly felt that the victims didn't seem so pitiful after all.

No matter what happened, you guys beat one person with so many people, and not only did you fail to win, you didn't even break his defense; compared to not breaking his defense, the more insulting thing was that you only scratched a small cut on him.

People who didn't know would think it was bitten by a dog!

So weak!

Embarrassing.

Zhou Zhong's expression twitched, his white beard trembling uncontrollably, and he almost crushed his cane.

"As expected of Master Ye, the power play is truly impressive." He stared fixedly at Ji Jue and Ye Xian, "Should I thank you for not taking this kind of thing out to poison your peers?"

Ye Xian ignored him, but Ji Jue patted his head:

"Teacher, I just picked this up from his hand, I was almost stabbed by it... I don't know what it is, could you take a look, don't accidentally break someone's treasure."

As he spoke, he took out an ordinary-looking arrowhead from his pocket and displayed it in front of everyone.

And so, silence fell suddenly again.

The sound of gasping for air had just stopped for a while, and now it was successfully connected again.

Everyone's gaze toward Zhou Zhong became shocked: although it is said that where a Crouching Dragon is, there must be a Phoenix, isn't this a bit too much of a mountain beyond a mountain?

There's still a master?!

"Arrow of Heart Poison?"

Ye Xian picked it up, took a look, and understood immediately: "Quite an ancient thing, probably a product of the Chaos Era before the Eternal Empire; the production method has been lost, and there aren't many samples left in the world, it's quite precious."

"Then what is it used for?" Ji Jue asked, his big curious eyes blinking, making Zhou Zhong want to poke two holes in him.

"This is a weapon used for ambushes, a one-time consumable."

Right in front of everyone, Ye Xian taught tirelessly: "After activating it with your own spiritual quality, it will completely etherealize, between existence and non-existence, without form or spiritual quality, chasing the locked target, following like a shadow, unable to escape even to the ends of the earth.

After piercing, it will completely disintegrate in the consciousness and soul; after the arrowhead dissolves, the massive amount of resentment contained inside will parasitize the soul, and even if you don't die on the spot, you will suffer in the days to come, and finally be eroded by the resentment within, dissolving your soul."

Ji Jue was shocked, "Then wouldn't it be miserable to be stabbed by it?"

"Yes."

Ye Xian nodded, "Even if a Grandmaster came, there would probably be no cure, right? Right, Master Zhou?"

Zhou Zhong's face turned livid, he lowered his head and looked at Zhou Cheng on the ground; Zhou Cheng was looked at by that cold gaze, several times wanting to open his mouth to speak, but unable to make a sound.

Soon, a flash of light appeared, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted completely.

"Teacher, Teacher!!!"

A shrill cry rang out; on the ground, the woman with a huge tear on her face climbed up, crying incoherently, grabbing her teacher's hand, "Save me, save me... he wants to kill me... I..."

Her teacher was a sallow-faced middle-aged man, and now seeing his student's tragic state, he was trembling with rage.

Fumbling to apply medicine and soothe her.

"I know Master Ye looks down on us ordinary people, I know how hard the Tide Sound Workshop's brand is!"

The artisan hugged his student and rebuked: "Back then you said my thesis was nonsense, you had your reasons, I accepted it! But what about now? No matter what, beating someone to this extent, you have to give an explanation!

At worst, we'll take it to the General Association! I want to see if you, a Master, can really cover the sky with one hand!!!"

"Exactly, this is too much."

Among the bystanders, someone looked at the situation in the field, estimated it in their heart, and began to speak. And on the ground, those cries became even louder.

"My hand, my hand!!"

"Help, help..."

"Teacher, he's a mad dog!!" The fatty, who was on the verge of death, struggled and screamed: "He does it at the slightest disagreement..."

From beginning to end, Ye Xian watched coldly.

Turning a deaf ear.

Until everyone had finished speaking and made enough noise, she turned her head indifferently and looked at Ji Jue: "Anything you want to say?"

"No."

Ji Jue shook his head, not caring: "Everything that needed to be said was already said before I made a move."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The middle-aged artisan holding his student stood up with a sneer: "This is Tide Sound Workshop, this is Master Ye, I've learned my lesson today! From now on..."

Before he could finish, a deafening sound came from the little Niu Ma's speakers, interrupting all the noise.

"It's really something these days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry thinks they can become an artisan..."

"Could it be that you're relying on that face?"

"Maybe he's a boy toy."

"Don't look at where you came from, you big-tailed maggot!"

"The old thing surnamed Ye raises nothing but mad dogs."

"A bastard is just lacking discipline."

Sentence after sentence, the recording played, a highlight reel, without any omissions, broadcast brilliantly to everyone's ears. It left the artisan who had been holding his student in a rage frozen in place, his expression changing, five colors rotating.

As if a television screen had broken.

Truly colorful.

And when Ye Xian looked over, he actually subconsciously took a step back, wanting to shift his gaze.

Lowered his head, glaring at the student in his arms.

Tom, Dick, or Harry? Relying on face? Boy toy? Old thing? Bastard? Lacking discipline?

The more he listened, the more cold sweat broke out.

Do you have any idea that twenty years ago, every single one of these words would have been enough for your teacher to die without a burial place, along with your ancestral graves welcoming demolition and blasting?!

Now his mind was only filled with whether he could salvage the situation by throwing this thing to death here right now.

I've been swallowing my pride for so many years, you bastard, you've really got guts!

If you want to die, go ahead!

Can you not drag me into it?

In the end, what ended the recording was the earlier conversation.

In the conversation, the student asked: "Teacher, what if someone provokes us?"

"Of course, endure humiliation to bear a heavy burden, endure for the sake of the public."

Ye Xian said, "What else?"

And so, in the dead silence, no one spoke again.

Only Ji Jue's sigh.

"Teacher, I really tried my best, unfortunately, no matter how much I reason, it doesn't work." He said, "Do these people look down on us?"

"Yes."

Ye Xian nodded indifferently: "Artisans and Masters are all arrogant, putting their own interests first when things happen, huddling together for warmth, and turning black into white; how could such people put Tide Sound Workshop in their eyes?

For some people, their own face is probably more important, right?"

In the silence, one could clearly hear the echo of countless slaps; from the beginning until now, they hadn't stopped at all!

Losing people and losing formation, losing face and losing points.

Everything that could be lost was lost!

Damn it, if I had known, I wouldn't have come.

After the disciples finished beating each other, the teachers started beating each other!

They were still killing wildly, never stopping!

The expressions of those involved changed, unable to speak, but amidst the pleading gazes of others, Master Duan, who had never gotten involved from beginning to end, couldn't help but sigh:

"Ye..." ===== CHAPTER 188 =====