Chapter 4 - Outer Court Disciple (2/2)

“Hehe, good grandson! I shall let you off just this once!” Song Zhong smiled, gave Nan Pi’s head a pat and then walked inwards. Even though he really wanted to continue humiliating Nan Pi to get payback for all the past humiliation he suffered, but now was not the right time. Many people had already begun to gather in the surroundings, and he does not want to become a walking target which everybody notices. Staying low profile is what he really needs, thus there is no need to ruin his master plan for a mere childish servant.

Only after knowing that Song Zhong was too far away to notice him, did Nan Pi dare to stand up. Touching his swollen face, he lamented, “s.h.i.+t, this must be my unlucky day, the moment I stepped out, I was sent to my death! (EN: MC’s name is Song Zhong which means sending someone to his death) In future, when all of you see him, avoid him. Since we bullied him relentlessly in the past, now he is out for revenge.”

“Yes, yes~”, all the servants replied while nodding their heads, while praying in their heart that they would not meet Song Zhong in future.

Little Fatty naturally could not be bothered with these bunch of people. After taking a leisure walk within the yard, he soon reached a quiet place, it was the location of those who were in charge of registering and managing external affairs of the Sect. There was a little boy seated on a chair outside, doing sentry duty.

Little Fatty walked up, smiled apologetically and said, “This junior brother of mine, I am Song Zhong. I have just entered the XianTian stage and have especially come to report this matter!”

The little boy was initially listless, his nose facing skywards, not wanting to receive someone looking as lecherous as Little Fatty. But, the moment he heard that the other party had entered the XianTian Stage, he immediately put on a smile and said: “It is actually Sect uncle visiting, please sit here for a moment, I will go and report this matter to the elder!” After saying this, he excitedly ran in.

Seeing the other party’s instant change in expression, Little Fatty didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. But this was something considered as a common occurrence, and so he did not find it strange. The world of cultivation is cruel, there is nothing that can be done about it. He can only laugh bitterly, seat down and wait patiently.

At this moment in the yard, under a big peach tree, a white-bearded old man is sitting on a couch, relaxing and enjoying his tea. This person is called Li Ping, one of the 8 great elders of the Mystical Sky Yard. Even though his position seems very high, this is actually not the case. Putting it plainly, he is just a steward that waits upon the inner court. He is already more than 200 years old this year, but only at the 4th level of the XianTian stage. Thus, there is already no more hope for further breakthroughs, and he can only await his death.

The silver lining amongst the clouds is that he knows that there is no hope for advancement, instead treasuring his remaining days more. With the many years of hard work, he finally managed to achieve this relaxing post, where there isn’t much to do every day. Hence, he spends most of his time drinking tea and living a fulfilling life.

Today, he had just brewed a pot of tea and was about to enjoy it when suddenly, the little boy barged in and said to him, “Elder, there is a disciple who requests an audience!”

“Who is it, that has nothing else better to do!” Li Ping replied with impatience.

“It’s Song Zhong!” The little boy replied.

“Pu~” Li Ping spat out the tea in his mouth, and angrily scolded, “You little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you want me to serve your head on a bell? You think that I’m dying too slowly?”

Li Ping, who already does not have many years to live, treats this as a great taboo, and hearing this just as he was in a good mood, definitely irritated him to the extreme. The good mood which he initially had was now lost, small wonder that he was angry.

The little boy who was scolded for no reason helplessly said: “He really called himself by this name!”

“Dammit!” Li Ping had naturally heard of Song Zhong before. Initially because he hated this name, he sent him far away, but he still came again. He angrily scolded, “Ask him to get lost, I do not have the spare time to see him, tell him to never come and see me again!”

“Oh~” After hesitating for a little while, the little boy still boldly asked, “Elder, Song Zhong sect uncle has already entered the XianTian stage, and has come to report this matter today. Are you really going to chase him away?”

“What nonsense are you spouting, the person I am chasing away is precisely him-” After saying this, Li Ping suddenly realised something and quickly said, “Wait, did you say that he has entered the XianTian stage?”

“How can this be? That trash, among everybody I’ve seen and heard before, is the biggest form of trash there is. Is even he able to enter the XianTian stage at this age? A female pig can probably climb a tree!” As Li Ping said this, he immediately added, “Go and get him here!”

“Yes~”, and as the little boy replied, he immediately turned and returned from where he came.

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