What the Hell Is Going On?!

A few years ago, Xiao Jihan was brought to Xuantian Sect by Wen Youhe. Not only was he admitted as a new disciple against all odds, but Wen Youhe also personally guided him in cultivating his qi.

If he were a genius, it would have been a different story. However, he had a pseudo-spiritual root with four attributes, making him the epitome of a waste.

How could the proud and talented disciples who had climbed the ladder to enter the sect not feel envious and resentful?

At first, they thought he had a strong background and something to be feared. However, once they saw Wen Youhe guiding him in cultivating his qi, their envy could no longer be concealed.

They often mocked and humiliated him, not only through ridicule but also by using competition and guidance as excuses.

This waste, who was oppressed by them, suddenly became Senior Martial Master Yan’s only personal disciple and transformed into their Senior Martial Uncle. The resentment among the others instantly multiplied several times over!

Gradually, they realized that even though he became Senior Martial Master Yan’s disciple, his treatment was still the same as that of an outer disciple. This slightly relieved their hearts.

Now they saw Xiao Jihan again, and years of resentment surged up in an instant. They felt that having such a waste among them in the sect was an insult to them.

Moreover, he was the only one who could spend time with Yan Shu day and night. That was a rare occurrence, considering Senior Martial Master Yan’s innate Taoist embryo and mutated spiritual roots.

How could this waste, who was nothing compared to the pure and transcendent Senior Martial Master Yan, be worthy of being in his presence? Just a glimpse of him was considered blasphemy by them!

Xiao Jihan ignored their resentment and coldly said, “Move aside.”

“Move aside?”

The man who blocked his path seemed to have heard a joke and burst into laughter. The people behind him followed suit.

The man looked at Xiao Jihan and said, “If you want me to move aside, it’s easy. Just withstand three moves from me, and I’ll make way for you.”

After saying that, the man didn’t wait for Xiao Jihan’s response, and immediately drew his weapon and attacked Xiao Jihan.

When a disciple apprentices under a master, the master would present them with a suitable weapon as a token of their meeting. However, Xiao Jihan did not receive such treatment. As he saw the man attacking him, he could only hurriedly use his entry-level low-grade flying sword to defend himself.

As the flying sword appeared, it immediately triggered a wave of ridicule from the crowd.

Someone laughed and said, “Oh, he’s still using an outer disciple’s low-grade weapon.”

“He’s a waste. He’s probably still in the Qi Refining stage. Besides a weapon, what else can he use? Don’t forget, only during the Foundation Establishment stage can one use spiritual tools!”

“You’re right, I almost forgot. He’s different from us. He’s a waste!”

Laughter and mockery filled the surroundings. Even the disciples who were initially bystanders joined in the laughter.

Hearing the ridicule and laughter, Xiao Jihan suddenly understood the true intentions behind the token given to him by his nominal master, the wicked woman.

A trace of icy coldness flashed in his eyes but quickly disappeared.

No, he was still too weak at the moment. If he wanted to break free from the control of that wicked woman, he must not expose his true strength now!

Looking at the spiritual weapon charging towards him, Xiao Jihan’s eyes turned cold. He raised his flying sword to block it.

The weapons clashed, and Xiao Jihan was instantly pushed back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

The flying sword in his hand also showed cracks from the intense impact.

The man attacking him retracted his weapon and looked at Xiao Jihan’s miserable appearance. A cruel smile appeared on his lips. “A waste is a waste. Even if you spend your days and nights with Senior Martial Master Yan, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a waste! Today, I’ll make you see yourself!”

After saying that, he immediately prepared to launch another attack on Xiao Jihan.

The people behind him quickly grabbed him and whispered, “Senior Brother, fellow disciples should not harm each other. Giving this waste a lesson is enough. If something serious happens, the Disciplinary Hall...”

Upon hearing this, a glimmer flashed in the man’s eyes. He retracted his spiritual weapon and looked down at Xiao Jihan coldly. “Today was just a small lesson for you. Xuantian Sect is not a place for trash like you. If you know what’s good for you, get out of Xuantian Sect. Otherwise, every time I see you, I’ll give you a beating!”

Xiao Jihan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The man looked at his slightly feminine and handsome face and coldly said, “Get lost!”

Xiao Jihan raised his eyes and gave him a cold look, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He tightened his grip on the flying sword in his hand and turned to leave.

“Senior Brother is truly amazing, worthy of being the first among us!”

“Senior Brother is so powerful. He defeated that waste with just two moves, making him run away like a beaten dog with his tail between his legs.”

“...”

Voices of praise for the man and taunts towards Xiao Jihan came from behind. Xiao Jihan’s eyes were filled with a hidden resentment, and his hand holding the flying sword trembled slightly.

One day, he would repay all the humiliation he had suffered!

It has to be said that spiritual rice is different from ordinary rice.

Not only is its fragrance stronger, and its taste sweeter, but most importantly, after consuming it, spiritual energy spreads throughout the body, making a person feel comfortable and wishing to roll around in bed.

After finishing her porridge, Yan Shu cleaned the bowl, chopsticks, and dishes with a dust-cleansing spell. Then she stepped out of the room and returned the utensils to the kitchen cabinet.

Huh?

In the cabinet, besides the pair of chopsticks and bowls she had just put in, there were no other utensils.

Yan Shu was slightly puzzled but decided to put this question aside. Perhaps Xiao Jihan was in a hurry to get his new clothes and hadn’t had time to put the utensils back.

In a very good mood, Yan Shu returned to her room, waiting for Xiao Jihan to come back.

She had given him a jade slip in the morning, which increased her goodwill by 8 points. Now that she had given him several sets of clothes, she should at least gain 20 points, right?

20 points today, 20 points tomorrow. Even if she loses 5 points after sleeping, she still gains 15 points in a day. It won’t be long before she reaches a positive value, right?

Her requirements were not impossible to achieve. She just wanted to reach a positive value and eliminate his killing intent towards her.

If she could gain another 40 or 50 points of goodwill, that would be even better for her.

Yan Shu happily sat in her room, pretending to meditate and cultivate while secretly excitedly waiting for Xiao Jihan to return.

After waiting for a while, she finally heard some movement. Xiao Jihan had returned.

Yan Shu held her breath, maintaining her composed demeanor, and waited for him to enter the room.

Xiao Jihan’s voice came from outside the door, “Master.”

Yan Shu responded with a cold “Hmm” and sat on the stool by the bed. Then she lightly spoke, “Come in.”

Xiao Jihan pushed open the door and entered. Yan Shu suppressed her excitement and slowly turned her gaze towards him...

Flashing red lines of blood were blindingly warning, nearly blinding her eyes!

What the hell!

What’s going on?! Why didn’t the goodwill increase? Instead of going up from -80 (extreme hatred), it suddenly jumped to -90 (surging killing intent)?!