C51 (1/2)

Ye Fan's family was poor and had no one to rely on in Qing-Yun Sect. His cultivation was entirely dependent on his own efforts to obtain resources. In Qing-Yun Sect, he had received a lot of cold glares and supercilious looks. However, Su Ye had never been one bit contemptuous towards him, and had even generously bestowed him a Star Pellet.

Ye Fan felt that he could only be considered a true Qing-Yun Sect disciple in front of Su Ye, and only then could he receive some respect.

Even if it was just a tiny bit, Ye Fan felt that it was even more unbearable than humiliating himself.

Fang Lie was already selling like a maniac in front of him, how could he not be anxious?

Ye Fan's face flushed red, he was truly unable to understand, the situation was already like this, how could Su Ye still be so indifferent?

He only thought that Su Ye was intimidated by his brother's fame and laughed wildly: ”As expected of the inner sect senior brother, a wise man knows his place. Not bad, since this Senior Brother Su is so good, don't worry, after I take care of this lowly brat from the countryside, I will introduce you to my brother.”

As he spoke, Fang Lie directly reached out to grab Ye Fan.

”Ye Fan, you are just a lowly country boy, born to be a lowly thing, worthy of being a cultivator. Today, I, Fang Lie, will teach you a good manners.

Whew ~

But at this moment, a spirit snake like hand stretched out and before Fang Lie could react, his wrist was firmly grasped. A domineering force tightly gripped around Fang Lie's wrist, and in an instant, it gripped onto Fang Lie's bone ruthlessly like a pair of steel pincers.

The intense pain shot up like an electric current, and Fang Lie couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Ka-cha! * Ka-cha! *

It was the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Ye Fan opened his eyes wide, clearly seeing that Fang Lie's palm had directly drooped down. It was obvious that his wrist bones had been crushed, and only a small piece of the skin on his hand was connected to his wrist.

Such ruthlessness.

Ye Fan inhaled a breath of cold air. Only now did he understand why Su Ye was not in a rush, what was there to be anxious about, a self-righteous idiot had provoked a person that he could not afford to provoke. The person being provoked was just like looking at a grasshopper jumping, who could be stomped to death with a single stomp.

Looking at Fang Lie's pale face and his miserable howl, Su Ye acted as if nothing had happened, and a slight smile even appeared on his face. From this smile, Ye Fan could clearly feel a kind of cruelty and ruthlessness coming from within his bones.

”I'll teach you a good lesson today. Background is a good thing, but you must never be superstitious about it, because background can sometimes fail as well. I am an inner sect disciple and you are an outer sect disciple. Your words and provocation of my dignity in front of me is equivalent to provoking the rules of the Qing-Yun Sect. I stand in front of the rules and dignity of the sect.

Su Ye retracted his hand and suddenly turned into a palm which fiercely landed on Fang Lie's shoulder.

Bang!

At that moment, Fang Lie let out an extremely mournful howl. Along with the cracking sound of his bones, Fang Lie fell to the ground like a lump of mud.

This was almost a fatal injury.

Even if Fang Lie's brother could take out an exceptional elixir, he would still be a cripple if he was cured. He would never be able to achieve anything on the path of cultivation, which was equivalent to Su Ye completely cutting off his path of cultivation.

What was the most painful thing in life?

It was not the loss of life, but rather the loss of hope, survival, sorrow, and waiting for death.