Chen Fang looked at Chen Rouxue and then at Bei Juixiao, whose eyes were glued to her like a puppy wanting to grab his master’s attention.
Seeing this, a wicked grin appeared on his face.
“Disciple Chen Rouxue, are you still that determined to become my disciple?” he asked, his tone a little heavy as he said the word “disciple.”
Just as Chen Fang had expected, his little trick immediately did its work. Bei Juixiao began to look visibly nervous while inwardly thinking, There’s no way that’s possible.
Doubling down on his own thoughts, he suddenly stepped in front of Chen Rouxue as if trying to protect her. “Elder, that’s too much even for you. How can you sully Junior Sister Chen’s name like that?”
“Hoh, is that so?” Chen Fang didn’t even bother looking at Bei Juixiao. He simply stared at Chen Rouxue, since he knew that she had previously been quite determined to join him, and since she had asked about it again, she still probably held some of that determination.
So instead of fighting a dog like Bei Juixiao, the easier way was to get him beaten by its owner.
“I didn’t know that despite wanting to become my disciple, you found it sullying to have your name connected to me. I’m quite disappointed.” Chen Fang sighed while getting ready to leave.
Chen Rouxue, who still had a cold expression on her face, panicked inwardly. “Senior Brother, forgive me, but aren’t you overstepping your limits?” she said suddenly, staring daggers at Bei Juixiao.
Seeing those eyes, Bei Juixiao panicked a little. Though she may not have looked at him the way other junior sisters did—those who were even ready to warm his bed just to earn his affection—she had never given him such a cold stare.
Even so, he couldn’t back down. If Junior Sister Chen really wanted to become that trash’s disciple, he had to do everything possible to make her understand that she was planning her own fall.
“Rouxue, am I really?” Bei Juixiao tried using an enchanting voice. “The person standing there is the so-called trash elder of Cloud Pearl Sect. If a genius like you wishes to be his disciple, then how am I supposed to stay cooped up within my limits?” Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Hearing this, even Chen Fang was a little surprised, as the reasoning was perfectly spot on.
Chen Fang’s predecessor had been nothing but a trash who didn’t even work on himself or try to get stronger, which was probably the main reason everyone in the sect held the same opinion of him.
Realizing this, Chen Fang knew that to save his character he needed to step up himself and shut the barking dog who was trying to hide behind a harsh truth.
“Disciple Bei, you do know that I am standing right in front of you.”
Suddenly Pure Yang energy surged out of Chen Fang’s body and shot toward Bei Juixiao.
Bei Juixiao, who had let himself get drawn into emotion, finally realized what he had done, but it was already too late.
It wasn’t as if he was much weaker than Chen Fang, who had practically given up on himself and lived a leisurely life. However, the fact remained that Chen Fang had awakened the Chaos Yang Body and was already at the peak of the Physical Enhancement Realm. His dantian now contained pure, thick qi that could easily subdue even a cultivator a small realm higher than him.
“Ugh… Cough.” Under the immense pressure, Bei Juixiao coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.
He tried to stare at Chen Fang, as Junior Sister Chen was still there and he did not want to appear in such a condition in front of her. But no matter how hard he tried—even while circulating qi inside his dantian and fighting Chen Fang’s pressure with it—all he managed to do was cough up more blood, getting humiliated by the person he had called trash just a few seconds ago.
Chen Rouxue, seeing the scene in front of her, wanted to say something; however, she couldn’t find the right words no matter how hard she tried, ending up as only a bystander.
Moreover, she didn't say anything earlier to protect Elder Chen’s dignity as well.
“Disciple Bei, how do you feel now, being trampled on by me?” Chen Fang teased. “Anyway, about that word ‘trash’ you like to use so much—don’t worry, my disciple will give it back to you wrapped up nicely in the upcoming sect grand competition. For now, I’m letting you go.” This chapter is updated first at novelping dot com.
With that said, Chen Fang finally put away the pressure he had been releasing.
Then he looked at Chen Rouxue, the cold beauty. “About becoming my disciple, you can ask me at the end of the sect’s grand competition,” he said, and then left the Scripture Hall.
With the system at his disposal, there was no need to stay low-key when there was a need to step up; but at the same time, he knew his limits as well.
At the end of the sect’s grand competition? Don’t tell me Elder Chen is really that confident in himself. Under her cold facade, Chen Rouxue wondered as she watched Chen Fang’s disappearing figure.
What had changed? She didn’t know, but at that moment something stirred in her heart.
“Ugh… Cough… Rouxue, d-did you see that? How can an elder attack a disciple like that?” Bei Juixiao, whose lips were now covered in blood and whose breathing was still ragged, tried once again to manipulate the woman in front of him.
For him, all that mattered was conquering this cold beauty. That trash Chen Fang could go to hell for all he cared.
However, the woman he wanted to conquer so badly gave him a cold glance and said, “Senior Brother, we’re not that close, so I prefer you not call me by that name.” Then, without wasting another second on him, she walked away, leaving him there just as Chen Fang had wanted to see him—a defeated dog.
“Junior Sister Chen, that’s not—” Bei Juixiao tried to explain, but Chen Rouxue had already walked away.
Bei Juixiao, now left alone, finally noticed that many other disciples were looking at him curiously and had probably seen him kneeling on the ground in front of Chen Fang.
Realizing that he had been made a laughingstock in front of Junior Sister Chen, he cursed inwardly, ‘Chen Fang, you trash elder. I will make you and your so-called trash disciple pay for this.’ He swore on his life.