C13: On All Sides

experience on the battlefield! All of you are nothing but a bunch of dogshit cultivators!"

"Heh, even if you enter the Martial Realm, all of you are trash!"

"That's right! You're so useless we can't even compare you to dogshit!"

"Hahaha! You don't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder on the battlefield!"

"Hahah!" Shang Xia roared with laughter when he heard what they said.

In an instant, the gaze of everyone present turned to him.

Since they were scolding him indirectly, there wasn't any point in him avoiding detection! Weren't they planning on intimidating him? He wasn't afraid in the slightest. In fact, there was a trace of anticipation in his heart!

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Shang Xia snapped his fan open and walked towards the warehouse.

The yelling continued all of a sudden. "Aren't you bunch of useless fools angry? Don't you just want to punch us in the face?"

"Hahaha! You can try! I can't wait for you useless fools to try something! Cowards…"

By the time they were done speaking, Shang Xia had already arrived at the entrance to the warehouse. He looked at his fellow students who were working hard and he leaped on board one of the carriages beside him. He had no intention of helping them at all.

Sniggering in his heart, Shang Xia took out a silver flask from his sleeves and took a nice swig. A contented sigh left his lips as he stared at the clowns in front of him.

The sweet scent of his Hundred Flower Dew filled the air.

With their throats dry after shouting at the sixteen disciples, they gulped down a mouthful of saliva when they caught a whiff of Shang Xia's Hundred Flower Dew. Those who had been working the entire morning were even more thirsty compared to the disciples of the Protection Division.

Slowly tracking the source of the smell, the sixteen disciples soon caught sight of Shang Xia who was chilling on one of the carriages.

Anger burned in their hearts when they noticed that he wasn't suffering along with them. Well, no one could blame them. After all, everyone would feel uncomfortable when they were forced to suffer while their fellow disciple enjoyed a better fate.

Shang Xia nodded when he saw the dark expressions on their faces. If he didn't do what he did, he would be letting down the great director behind the show!

Now, he was surrounded on all sides!

Glancing at the disciples of the Protection Division from the corner of his eye, Shang Xia noticed him giving one of the sixteen disciples a signal. The next moment, the disciple slammed the supplies he was carrying into the ground and he pointed at Shang Xia, "Didn't you guys say that going through all of this is a rule set by the institution?! Why isn't he doing anything?!"

Here it was…

Shang Xia remained completely indifferent and he ignored the disciple who was yelling.

Their way of doing things was too damn amateurish!

Shang Xia turned to look at the disciple from the Protection Division who jumped off his carriage on cue as he started his performance. "Zhang Wei, are you going against the rules?! Pick it up right now!"

With someone leading the charge, many of the sixteen disciples tossed the supply they were carrying and ran over to stand by Zhang Wei's side.

Now that he had several people on his side, he seemed to grow even more confident. He yelled, "None of you dare to pick on him! Instead, you take out all your anger on us! What's wrong? Are you afraid to enforce the rules on him because his grandfather is the deputy patriarch?!"

"Why does he get to enjoy his drink up there?!"

"Yeah! Since you guys said that it's the rules, why is he exempt?"

ask any of your seniors. See which one of them admits it."

Silence filled the air. There was no way Zhang Wei would go around asking them, and neither would the disciples of the Protection Division admit to anything.

"Come on… Use your brains! Think about how they were cursing at you when you were forced to carry the supplies." Shang Xia continued, "I was planning to cooperate, but ever since I arrived, no one dared to order me around."

The expression on the faces of the disciples of the Protection Division fell instantly.

"Isn't that because of your status?" Zhang Wei sneered under his breath.

"You're right!" Instead of refuting it, Shang Xia nodded his head and sighed at their stupidity. "Why else am I calling you guys stupid? None of them from the Protection Division have the guts to call me out, but here you are cussing at me. Have you thought your actions through?"

The disciples of the third outer division weren't stupid either. All of them realized that they became tools for the disciples of the Protection Division.

As for Zhang Wei who was working together with them, he felt beads of cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

He could even feel the sharp gazes from his fellow disciples stabbing him in the back.

Clap, clap, clap.

The disciple of the Protection Division got off his carriage and spoke to Shang Xia. "Amazing! You're definitely the only disciple who can swagger around the institution and use his background with no shame!"

"Many thanks!" Closing the fan in his hand with a loud snap, Shang Xia ignored the insult. "Oh right, what was your name again?"

Waving his hand, the disciple from the Protection Division sneered, "I'm Guo You from the inner division."

"Alright, I guess I'll address you as Senior Brother Guo then." Shang Xia waved his hand and continued, "I saw you winking at Zhang Wei a long time ago…"

"Heh…"

Giggling came from the disciples of the Protection Division behind Guo You, and they tried their hardest to suppress their laughter.

However, Guo You didn't think it was funny. His face flushed red and he glared at Shang Xia.

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Shang Xia realized that their sense of humor was pretty bad…