707 Low Emotional Intelligence (1/2)
All said and done, Yun Yang had no intention of suffering blindly. It was decided that he could do nothing against Ji Lingxi for the time being, but he could still act against the others. After suffering from such a brutal thrashing, he vented his frustrations by torturing the weaker ones instead.
First, it was Dong Tianleng and group, alongside their guards. They had surrounded Yun Yang and attacked him in unison, but this lineup had only gone on for a day before all four young masters had surrendered simultaneously, feigning the approach of death on their beds.
”Can't take this torture!”
The four noble young masters scoffed and thoroughly ignored Yun Yang's claims like ”All of you are people who will build the empire with me in the future. How could you be so lazy? Wake up!”.
”We've never harbored such great ambitions! From the very start, we were mostly interested in going along with the flow in life and waiting to die in this world! Being able to be happily enjoying life and leveling up has already gone beyond our deepest desires…”
”Popinjay? What's so bad about being a popinjay?”
”Other than you, boss, which popinjay in this world would dare to say that they're parallel to the four of us? We're contented now – those who are contented are always happy!”
”Boss, we beg you to have mercy on us… We really aren't talents, slated to become pinnacle forces…”
Facing the quad's teary pleas and professional skills in feigning death, Yun Yang was speechlessly helpless. No matter how creative Yun Yang was, he was powerless against these fellows who have no desire to progress further.
”Were you tooting your horns when you said that you all are following me to create something great?”
”We want to carve out a career, one that comes complete with terms and conditions… The toil must at least be within the range we can endure. The battle at the Resilience Fortress has long depleted our ambition, resilience, perseverance, and vigor. What happens after… it must be utterly enjoyable. It would be best if we can be comfortable.”
”Yes! If we can do it pleasantly and garner envy on the way of completing an admirable career, that would certainly be the best…”
Hearing arguments like these, it took a lot for Yun Yang to hold himself back from killing someone.
Actually, the four popinjays had something else they dared not say – ”Even if was necessary for us to grind our way to become strong, we can take it slowly. Rome wasn't built in a day and we politely refuse torture. Big Brother, you're so much more skilled than all of us. The nice thing to say is that we're exchanging skills but the root of it is the fact that you are venting your frustration. Who doesn't know it? Do you really think we're all stupid?”
”You seem to get addicted to being beaten up daily and will not shy away from it – but we have no such addiction.”
”Besides, you're being beaten up by a beauty. We… are being hit by you!”
”We aren't masochistic. That being said, we won't become your venting targets as well.”
The refusal of their cooperation severed Yun Yang's outlet to release himself. Undeterred, he shifted to training the mystical beasts. Inevitably, the five Whiteys became the unlucky ones being bullied.
”Where's your monkey?” Yun Yang's sudden question surprised Ji Lingxi.
Ji Lingxi's pet, the Thousand Illusory Monkey, was an eighth level mystical beast, only slightly lower in rank than the Eclipse Panthers. In spite of this, the Thousand Illusory Monkey was a spiritual species, thus possessing a higher chance of advancing in rank compared to the Eclipse Panthers. If they were in the same rank, the monkey would be more superior since its innate gift was the ability to manifest into prolific forms, an absolutely magical talent.
”I didn't tell you?” Ji Lingxi said, ”I've sent it out in search for something. Only I could find the item.”
”Find something? What is it?” Yun Yang frowned.
”It's the Feature Herb… Cough, it's one of the main ingredients of the exquisite wine, Simian Wine…” Ji Lingxi's explanation was weak, her latter elaboration apparently targeted to gloss things over.
”The Feature Herb…” Yun Yang chuckled oddly.
Ji Lingxi's embarrassment turned into anger. ”What are you laughing at? Are you feeling itchy again?”
”Nothing – nothing.” Yun Yang shut up tactfully.