Chapter 13: Attack His Weakest Point!

'Divine Revelation Soup?'

In the cafeteria, the auntie serving rice made Fang Can pause: 'What is Divine Revelation Soup?'

'This is it.' The auntie smiled and pushed a wooden bowl toward Fang Can.

Fang Can looked it up and down; the wooden bowl before him was overflowing with pure white liquid like milk. He reached out and touched the outer wall of the bowl; it was even cold.

'Big sister, what is this Divine Revelation Soup made of? Why does it look cold?'

Fang Can looked up and asked with a polite smile, but when he saw what the auntie pulled out, the expression on his face froze instantly.

'It's mushrooms,' the auntie said kindly, holding a bright red mushroom dripping with color in her hand.

'Instructor Yang just ordered us to squeeze this mushroom raw into juice and mix it into cold water. He said that for you disciples of the Martial Arts Hall, drinking this Divine Revelation Soup, combined with the use role-playing method, will increase your cultivation speed by more than double.'

Speaking, the auntie looked at Fang Can's pretty face with a motherly smile and said: 'Auntie feels close to you. Newcomers get unlimited food for the first month. Drink more Divine Revelation Soup, and you'll definitely stay in the Martial Arts Hall after a month.'

'This... thank you, Auntie.' Fang Can forced a smile, his gaze falling on the several baskets of red mushrooms revealed behind the auntie:

'I'd better not. Save the Divine Revelation Soup for other brothers. Just give me the same meal as yesterday.'

'Oh, alright.' Refused by Fang Can, the auntie sighed lightly and didn't dare to force him.

After looking at Fang Can with a gaze of anger at his lack of struggle, she turned around and served Fang Can another portion of rice with stir-fried pork and flat beans plus rice.

'Thank you, Auntie.' Fang Can thanked her once and quickly took his bowl and slipped away, still feeling fear as he walked, glad he had asked one more question.

'Truly an ancient gang, actually adding eating mushrooms directly to the cafeteria menu. It's truly terrifying.'

Fang Can took his meal to a corner, stuffing rice into his mouth while eyeing the position of the cafeteria window.

Sure enough, not long after, another disciple came to get food. After chatting with the serving auntie for a while, he walked away happily carrying Divine Revelation Soup, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth.

Watching the disciples carrying Divine Revelation Soup leave one by one with a pounding heart, Fang Can didn't know what to say and could only admit in his heart: truly an ancient gang, playing it wild.

If these people had modern technological means, for the sake of practicing martial arts, they would probably even be able to do direct syringe injections.

Carrying a slight sense of fear from being in a den of thieves, Fang Can subconsciously sped up his rate of shoveling food, planning to practice a few more sets after finishing lunch.

However, while eating, the troublemakers arrived.

Fang Can mechanically shoveled the rice in his bowl; three fellow disciples were already seated beside him.

One of them was the fellow disciple Fang Can had seen before, the one with the abstract appearance in the Martial Arts Hall who used the use role-playing method to virtually propose.

'Junior brother looks unfamiliar. You must have entered yesterday.' The abstract youth wanted to strike up a conversation, but was completely ignored by Fang Can.

He understood the purpose of these people clearly; it was just the few taels of silver monthly allowance.

As early as this morning, when he agreed to let that refined senior brother slap him, he had learned some information about life after entry from the other party's mouth.

For instance, newcomers get unlimited food for the first month; after a month, besides the three fixed basic meal sets per day, any extra food must be bought with one's own money.

And the monthly allowance is barely enough for survival; under such circumstances, naturally, some people started having twisted ideas.

After all, this is a gang. What's wrong with borrowing some money from inside the sect to spend?

Of course, that senior brother also said that newcomers have a novice protection period for one month, prohibiting attacks on newly entered disciples; after that, normal sparring is allowed.

So, knowing these people wouldn't dare to attack him, Fang Can didn't even bother to pay attention to them and continued swallowing his food in large mouthfuls.

In the distance, some disciples looked over with mocking gazes, whispering to each other: 'Li Qunfan and the others are starting to borrow money again. Just don't know if this newcomer can withstand the pressure.'

'I think it's doubtful. Even if we can't hit him during this month, what about after a month?'

'Bet, bet. I bet fifty copper coins that the kid can't hold out.'

Leaving aside the gambling match already opened over there, seeing that Fang Can remained silent, Li Qunfan flew into a rage and shouted: 'Kid, is this the attitude you have toward your senior brother?'

Fang Can:...

'Kid, don't think being a turtle is fine. Be careful, after a month I'll challenge you to a duel.'

Fang Can:...

'Are you mute, kid? Or were you born unable to speak? With your talent, you probably can't even generate Qi sensation. When you become a servant, remember to help me carry my foot-washing water.'

In the cafeteria, Fang Can calmly ate his food. Bound by sect rules, Li Qunfan and the others dared not attack and could only insult verbally.

The disciples watching from afar knew that verbal insults were sometimes more severe than physical attacks.

Because if a seed of insecurity is planted in the heart, cultivation might yield half the result with double the effort, causing someone with originally good talent to fail to generate Qi sensation within a month.

The three surrounded Fang Can, constantly insulting him verbally, but two continuous minutes passed. Seeing that the food in Fang Can's hand was nearly gone, Fang Can had not paid them any attention from start to finish.

Gently swallowing the last bite of food, he very slowly raised his head, looked at Li Qunfan before him, and spoke his first sentence: 'Do you know?'

The three, who had already wanted to give up on borrowing money, paused. Li Qunfan's face showed a smile, thinking the kid had finally cracked.

Looking at Li Qunfan, Fang Can recalled the other party's performance in the Martial Arts Hall and said coldly: 'She never loved you!'

'What did you say!!!'

The defensive-break effect brought by Fang Can's single whisper was more powerful than all the defensive-break effects Li Qunfan had suffered before combined.

Li Qunfan's eyes bulged, almost wanting to punch the youth before him who dared to deceive him to death on the spot.

Almost instantly, he shook his head and deceived himself: 'Impossible. Xiao Fang absolutely loves me. You kid are lying to me. Yes, you are absolutely lying to me. As long as I can become a Hall Master, no, a Steward, she can be with me.'

Fang Can didn't answer. Instead, he pouted his mouth, stretched his tone, and said: 'Eh~ Spoke the truth. Who got angry, I won't say.'

'You kid.' Almost in an instant, the use role-playing method shattered. Li Qunfan clenched his fists and wanted to rush up to fight for his life, but was held back by the two lackeys behind him.

'Don't fight, Brother Li, don't fight. It would violate sect rules.' Two lackeys, one on each side, grabbed Li Qunfan's arms to dissuade him.

In the very next moment, a Bai Xi fist slammed hard into Li Qunfan's face, followed by a mocking remark.

'Clown. The sect rules only say you can't hit me, they didn't say I can't hit you.'

(End of Chapter)