Attack His Weakest Point!

"Divine Enlightenment Soup?"

In the dining hall, the serving auntie's words made Fang Can pause. "What is Divine Enlightenment Soup?"

"This." The serving auntie smiled as she pushed a wooden bowl in front of Fang Can.

Fang Can looked it over. The wooden bowl before him was filled to the brim with a pure white liquid like milk. He reached out and touched the outside of the bowl. It was even cold.

"Ma'am, what is this Divine Enlightenment Soup made of? Why does it look like it's cold?"

Fang Can looked up and asked with a polite smile, but when he saw what the auntie took out, his expression instantly froze.

"It's mushrooms." The auntie spoke kindly, holding a bright red mushroom in her hand.

"Instructor Yang just told us to juice these mushrooms raw and mix them into cold water. He said that if disciples from the Martial Arts Hall drank this Divine Enlightenment Soup and used some Role-Playing Method, their cultivation speed could more than double."

As she spoke, the auntie looked at Fang Can's pretty face with a motherly smile. "I feel close to you, young man. New disciples get all the food they want for their first month. Drink more Divine Enlightenment Soup, and you'll definitely be able to stay in the Martial Arts Hall after a month."

"Th-this... thank you, ma'am." Fang Can forced a smile, his gaze falling on the several baskets of red mushrooms behind her. "I'll pass. Save the Divine Enlightenment Soup for the other senior brothers and junior brothers. Just give me the same meal as yesterday."

"Oh, all right." Rejected by Fang Can, the auntie sighed softly and could not force him.

After giving Fang Can a disappointed look, she still turned around and served him another portion of rice with stir-fried pork and flat beans, plus rice.

"Thank you, ma'am." Fang Can thanked her before quickly carrying his bowl away. As he walked, lingering fear filled his heart. Luckily, he had asked an extra question.

As expected of an ancient gang. They actually added eating mushrooms straight into the cafeteria menu. That's terrifying.

Carrying his food, Fang Can went to a corner. As he stuffed rice into his mouth, he kept watching the serving window.

Sure enough, before long, another disciple came to get food. After chatting with the serving auntie for a while, he happily carried off a bowl of Divine Enlightenment Soup. Then came the second, third, and fourth.

Watching disciple after disciple leave with Divine Enlightenment Soup, Fang Can's heart pounded. He did not know what to say and could only admit inwardly that an ancient gang truly played wild.

If these people had modern technology, they would probably even inject themselves with syringes for the sake of martial arts training.

With a lingering sense of fear from being in a den of thieves, Fang Can subconsciously sped up his eating. He planned to practice a few more sets after lunch.

But as he ate, trouble came looking for him.

Fang Can silently shoveled food from his bowl as three fellow disciples sat down beside him.

One of them was someone Fang Can had seen before—the fellow disciple with an unusual face who had used the Role-Playing Method to stage a virtual proposal in the Martial Arts Hall.

"Junior Brother, you look unfamiliar. Did you join yesterday?" The odd-looking youth tried to strike up a conversation, but Fang Can ignored him completely.

Fang Can knew exactly what these people wanted. Wasn't it just his monthly allowance of a few taels of silver?

Earlier that morning, when he had agreed to let that refined senior brother slap him, he had learned some information about life after joining from him.

For example, newcomers had all the food they wanted during their first month. After a month, aside from the three fixed basic meals each day, any extra food had to be purchased with their own money.

Their monthly allowance was only enough to keep them fed, so naturally, some people started getting crooked ideas.

After all, this was a gang. What was wrong with borrowing some money from fellow members to spend?

Of course, that senior brother had also said that newcomers had a one-month protection period. Attacking newly joined disciples was forbidden, though normal sparring was allowed afterward.

Knowing that these people did not dare lay a hand on him, Fang Can could not even be bothered to acknowledge them. He continued wolfing down his meal.

In the distance, several disciples watched with amused expressions and whispered among themselves. "Li Qunfan and his group are borrowing money again. I wonder if this newcomer can withstand the pressure."

"I doubt it. Even if we can't beat him up this month, what about after a month?"

"Bet, bet. I'll put down fifty copper coins that the kid won't hold out."

Ignoring the gambling pool that had already started over there, Li Qunfan finally exploded when Fang Can remained silent. "Kid, is this how you treat your senior brother?"

Fang Can: ...

"Kid, don't think you'll be fine just because you're hiding like a turtle. Be careful, or I'll challenge you to a spar after a month."

Fang Can: ...

"Are you mute, kid? Or were you born unable to talk? With aptitude like yours, maybe you can't even develop a sense of qi. When you become a servant, remember to bring me my foot-washing water."

Inside the dining hall, Fang Can continued calmly eating his food. Bound by the sect rules, Li Qunfan and the others did not dare attack him and could only insult him verbally.

The watching disciples in the distance understood that verbal humiliation could sometimes be more vicious than physical attacks.

If seeds of self-doubt were planted in one's heart, cultivation could become twice as hard for half the result, preventing someone with decent talent from developing a sense of qi within a month.

The three surrounded Fang Can and continued hurling verbal insults. Yet two minutes passed, and Fang Can's food was nearly gone, but he had ignored them from beginning to end.

After swallowing the final bite of food, Fang Can slowly raised his head. Looking at Li Qunfan before him, he spoke his first words. "Do you know?"

The three, who had already been ready to give up on borrowing money, froze. A smile appeared on Li Qunfan's face as he thought the kid had finally cracked.

Looking at Li Qunfan, Fang Can recalled his performance in the Martial Arts Hall and said coolly, "She never loved you!"

"What did you say?!"

The damage to Li Qunfan's composure caused by Fang Can's quiet words was greater than all the damage Li Qunfan had inflicted combined.

Li Qunfan's eyes nearly split with rage. He almost wanted to punch the youth who dared deceive him to death on the spot.

Almost instantly, he shook his head and deceived himself. "Impossible. Xiao Fang definitely loves me. You're lying to me, kid. Right, you're definitely lying. As long as I become a hall master—no, an overseer—she'll be able to be with me."

Fang Can did not answer. Instead, he pursed his lips and dragged out his tone. "Ohhh, I hit a nerve. Whoever's getting upset, I'm not saying."

"You brat!" Almost instantly, the Role-Playing Method shattered. Li Qunfan clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward to fight for his life, but the two lackeys behind him immediately restrained him.

"Don't do it, Brother Li, don't do it! You'll break the sect rules." The two lackeys grabbed one of Li Qunfan's arms each and tried to stop him.

The next moment, a pale fist smashed viciously into Li Qunfan's face, accompanied by a mocking remark.

"Joker, the sect rules only say you can't hit me. They never said I can't hit you."