To make a dog come out, you just need to mock its owner.

Wei Fang came back to his courtyard in the evening. Even though Chen Bao and Lin Rong used closed-door cultivation as a reason to aovid him, he still came to their courtyard to provoke them; unfortunately, it was in vain.

He was in his broken yard again, tired and empty. He came out of the house with something worth 5,000 spirit stones and came back broke and in debt. He couldn't help but have a sour mood.

Luckily, the sect provides free meals to its disciples; otherwise, he would have to starve without any money.

In the end, everything still comes down to money (spirit stones), no matter where you are.

We Fang looked at his trial progress, which was still at one third while the time remaining had already changed from three to one day plus several hours.

Is the system originally asking me to fight the three of them one person a day?

It was reasonable; if he followed the order from weak to strong, he would really finish the trial in three days.

But he challenged the strongest person among the three from the get-go, and now the two weaker ones were hiding from him.

Then, there was only one day remaining for the mission; he couldn't just go in the night to challenge someone by shouting it in front of their courtyard, right?

He could do it during the day, but at night, he would likely end up getting beaten up. After all, the courtyard was a shared place.

This would only leave him tomorrow, and it would restrict him as he couldn't fight recklessly like yesterday.

Because he needed a long rest after a fight like that. Except for that, the medicine that could cure his hand instantly is also gone now.

Wei Fang began to review his fight with Cheng Hu; his only advantage was that his palm strike (slap) was fast.

Except for that, he didn't have anything noteworthy.

The advantage of the fly swatting palm is its speed and its unexpectedness. Because of how fast it was, someone would likely be caught off guard.

But the strength of the palm is mediocore, it was just like his normal strength got accelerated. There is also the problem of the variety of attacks.

Other palm techniques could use moves like pushed opponents, redirect attacks, or hand chops.

But not his palm technique; it's only move was a slapping move, or more specifically, a swatting motion. After all, it was used to swat fly.

Fly Swatting Plam, swatting palm, swatting?!

Yes! Why don't I think about it?

But is it really okay for me to do it?

Whatever, they were his enemies anyway. As long as it was not at full power, I think it would be okay.

In the first place, why did the system give technique this...useful?

But it's not like I can choose what technique the system will give me; after all, miser can't be choser.

He sat cross-legged on the old mat and closed his eyes to cultivate. The qi in the surrounding area was too thin, and even with the Azure Cloud Incantation, he still needed to work hard to guide and gather the qi in the surrounding area into his body.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

"Haaah, when can I substitute my resting time with cultivation? Didn't the protagonist in a story usually don't need to sleep and just do meditation overnight?

"Maybe it was because the environment they were in was rich in spiritual qi, or is it me who was not talented enough?

"Whatever, let's just sleep."

***

The next day, Wei Fang waited for a bit until it was almost noon before going to the courtyard where Chen Bao lived.

He needed to shout outside the courtyard, so he went there later because he wanted to make sure that everyone in the courtyard was already up.

Why not Lin Rong?

Because Chen Bao was the one who mocked him the most, of course he would be first.

"Chen Bao, you dog! Come out now! I challenged you to a duel; don't be chicken."

Wait, if I said it like that, then is Chen Bao a dog or a chicken? Ah whatever.

"You coward! You don't even dare accept a challenge from someone whose cultivation base is lower than yours."

At this time, inside the courtyard, Chen Bao was gritting his teeth so hard, hearing every insult thrown at him.

Endure, must endure!

He didn't have any problem with dueling with anyone else, just not Wei Fang.

He didn't want to be humiliated; in a fight, a hit in the face was normal, but a slap in the face was humiliation.

And from what he saw before, the Wei Fang attack method was only slapping—no punch, no palm, not even a kick.

He didn't want to end up like Cheng Hu, who was stronger than him but still slapped him in the face until he was black and blue.

So he must endure.

"Chen Bao, you are even more timid than a mouse."

Wei Fang is still throwing insults nonstop from the outside. There were already crowds outside, spectating what happened.

At this time, suddenly, a man came forward from the crowd before stopping beside Wei Fang.

"Wei Fang, I think it's enough already; you know that Chen Bao was Lin Yan's follower; if you continued, I fear you would offend Lin Yuan instead." The man said.

Wei Fang looked at the man in surprise. He didn't think there was still someone kind enough to warn him.

"Thank you, brother, for your warning, but it's okay; I already offended Lin Yuan before, so what if I offend him more?"

Seeing as Wei Fang didn't seem to care about his warning, the man came back to the crowd.

The man word reminded Wei Fang of something: beat the dog, and the owner would come out, but what if he mocked the owner instead? Would the dog come out?

He doesn't need to beat the owner; after all, the owner was not here, and he is not capable of beating him anyway. But he could mock him.

"Cih cih cih, Chen Bao, it seems you are just worth that much. I wonder if Lin Yan was the same, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

"After all, there was a saying like servant like master, or is it like master like servant? Whatever, that's basically it."

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard what Wei Fang said.

They felt he was too daring.

Who was Lin Yan?

He was a young master of the Lin family, ignoring his family position; he was still someone at level eight Qi Condensation, and he just mocked him without care, like he was just another passerby.

Especially the one who warned Wei Fang; he was the most shocked. After all, it was him who spoke about the connection between Chen Bao and Lin Yan; he didn't think Wei Fang would not only ignore his warning but directly ridicule Lin Yan instead.

Chen Bao, who was inside the house, was dumbfounded when he heard what Wei Fang said, then angry.

How dare he call me a servant?

Even though he was a Lin Yan follower, he was not his servant. And he also dared to ridicule Lin Yan at that.

Without choice, he could only come out; if Lin Yan heard about what happened and he didn't even come out, he would be finished.

"Wei Fang, you have guts!" Chen Bao said after he came out, emphasizing every word.

"Of course I have guts; after all, I am not like you, who are cowards."

Chen Bao's eyes flashed with viciousness. He endured all the insults thrown at him before because he didn't want to be humiliated. But now that he was forced to come out, he would not hold back anymore.

"I accept your challenge. As a senior, I would like to teach you a lesson: not everyone's name can be said lightly."

"If only you could come out earlier, then I don't need to bring your master name."

Chen Bao's vein bulged; he didn't think Wei Fang would actually say that he had a master.