990 Sending Progress (1/2)
The eyes of Kong Luoyue's nine pupils brightened up all at once as they pleaded, ”Master, can we watch Senior Uncle Shi as he avenges senior brother? Please, master?”
Kong Luoyue's expression was still frosty as he answered, ”Do all of you not understand the human language? Don't you know what not having the right to means? Revenge is not a matter of concern. Whether others do what you shouldn't do or not, you have no right to ask about it! Move! Don't make me say another word!”
Without saying more, Kong Luoyue took his pupils back vehemently. The nine children were tearful, grimacing through gritted teeth, but they could not do anything else except leave with Kong Luoyue. However, a seed was embedded in each of their hearts.
'This is the martial world!'
'If the enemy lives, I die!'
'If I don't want to die, the enemy must die!'
'One's capability is one's right.'
'If you aren't capable enough, you can only cry about it!'
'You don't even have the right to watch your enemy get beheaded and feel gratified.'
'This is the real martial world, this is the cruel truth.'
They turned back to look with each step they took, delaying their strides as much as possible, hoping to hear the noises of their Senior Uncle Shi battling, but their wish would not come true. They had returned to the interior of the ninth peak before they heard anything.
The emotions that filled everyone put them at the edge of eruption.
”Continue cultivating!” Kong Luoyue ordered indifferently.
The wounded young boy was tossed in the hall, unceremoniously laid on the floor, still covered in blood. He was unconscious, the only sign that hinted his survival was the slight heaving of his chest.
The rest of the children were in anguish, but no one dared disobey their master. They could only watch their brother fight for his life with eyes that were rimmed red while they pushed themselves to practice.
”The only outcome you'll receive if you don't work hard to cultivate and don't exert yourselves to improve is grief. It could be any brother or sister around you or you, yourself, who will lie here, a nuisance to people and your own, a blatant waste of resources.”
Kong Luoyue's voice was unsympathetic.
”This child overrated his ability, biting off more than he could chew, it's suicide. There's nothing to do with anyone else. Furthermore, he's afflicted by his sibling. Death is truly inadequate to justify his mistakes. However, seeing that all of you are first time offenders, I'll have mercy. If all of you can achieve a level up, I'll save him as an exception!”
”If you can't improve, then let him die before all of you! You've caused him injury and then watch him die, but it's his doing. He sought his own death. Your master will not blame any of you!”
Their bloodied brother was lying in front of them – he would die if they could not achieve a breakthrough and improve. Nine boys and girls cultivated with all their might then, having only one thought in mind – to cultivate and to breakthrough!
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A flash of comfort flickered across the withdrawn gaze of Kong Luoyue as he observed the nine children who were working their hardest in the field from outside from the hall.
Looking at the disciple laid out on the ground, who seemed to be in a pitiful state, drenched in blood, but had actually only passed out temporarily since he had sealed his blood and meridians, Kong Luoyue snorted and mumbled, ”You've motivated all of your siblings. A moment of rushing to the fore, unthinking, and an instant of alertness have completed this encounter and threat. This is your providence, so is theirs.”
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Once Shi Bujia stepped out, he lashed out with fury. ”Who ambushed the Residence of Nine Supremes' disciple? Step out now! F*ck you all, you've eaten the leopard's heart, haven't you?”
The young pupils behind Shi Bujia looked agonized as well.