Teaching the Cultivation Method

The student glared at Ji Changfu and cried out in pain, "Ji Changfu! You're so tyrannical—you don't deserve to be a teacher!"

"Xiwu Academy isn't a place where an outsider like you can throw your weight around."

"Just you wait. Tonight, tonight... we'll give you a real... game!"

Even as he threatened Ji Changfu, he still didn't pull back his outstretched hand.

A vicious grin appeared at the corner of Ji Changfu's mouth. He said nothing, simply raised the ruler a second time and brought it down hard.

Crack!

The blow broke the student's entire arm. His limb bent at a grotesque angle, the broken white bone piercing through his flesh as blood gushed out.

"Ahhh!" The student screamed even more horribly. His face twisted with pain, and his warning turned into a venomous curse. "Ji Changfu! We won't let you get away with this!!!"

"You deserve to die... You deserve to die... How dare you treat me like this..."

"We'll skin you alive and tear out your sinews. We'll take apart every bone in your body, feed your flesh to the dogs, and refine your soul into lamp oil..."

"We'll gouge out your eyes and cut out your heart. We'll find your siblings, your parents and your beloved—and everyone in this world who loves you or whom you love. None of them will escape a terrible fate..."

"We'll chop you into mincemeat and scatter you across every road, so a thousand people can trample you, then ten thousand more..."

Ji Changfu nodded slightly. The student was cursing fiercely, but he still hadn't pulled back his hand. That meant Ji Changfu could keep going.

So he raised the ruler a third time, as if lifting an iron hammer weighing ten thousand jun, and brought it down on the student's head.