I'll Kill You All

The agreed time was noon, but Zhang Fusheng went back to the Martial Arts Academy first.

Go straight up to the fourth floor.

Niu Dali was nowhere to be seen, but Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi were eating breakfast around a small wooden table.

Their gazes locked onto each other simultaneously, their eyes holding a strange undertone, yet also a subtle, almost imperceptible, coldness.

Zhang Fusheng seemed oblivious, plopped down at the wooden table, grabbed a meat bun from Lin Dongxi's plate, and quickly stuffed it into his stomach.

In the past, Lin Dongxi would have yelled "pervert!" and pounced on him with his claws outstretched, but now he remained motionless.

"What did the Eldest Senior Brother say to you?"

Zhang Fusheng picked up the fried dough stick in front of Chen Yuque and asked questions while eating it.

He tried to touch the soy milk, but a fair hand pressed his hand down.

Chen Yuque stared at this Junior Disciple Brother who had only recently joined the sect:

"They didn't say anything, they just showed us some information, your information."

Zhang Fusheng tilted his head:

"Senior sister doesn't believe me?"

"If you were me, would you believe the Eldest Senior Brother you've known for years, or the Junior Disciple Brother you've only been with for half a month?"

Chen Yuque spoke coldly:

"Right and wrong will become clear when Master returns."

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"That's true, but I'm afraid that before Master returns, Eldest Senior Brother will be too eager to make his move. If a fight really breaks out, whose side will you take, Second Senior Sister?"

Chen Yuque did not answer.

Lin Dongxi suddenly spoke:

"Zhang Fusheng, there are many prodigies and freaks in the world, but no matter who it is, no one can go from an ordinary person to Sixth Refinement in just half a month."

"So that's what you're questioning."

Zhang Fusheng swallowed the fried dough stick, let out a burp, and the food was quickly broken down and digested in his stomach.

He exhaled slowly, turning the filth into a breath of foul air.

Chen Yuque said calmly:

"Your father has intricate connections with the Investigation Bureau, and you clearly already had a basic grasp of Visualization Method back in high school."

"You've accomplished nothing in three years, so what makes you think you can become a Sixth Refinement martial artist in just half a month?"

Which of these can you explain?

Her icy, questioning voice was incredibly sharp, and with a bit of force, it tore a crack in the wooden table, causing the Little Bean to cover his ears.

Silence.

Silence remained.

After a long while, a soft sigh followed.

A narrow perspective leads to limited understanding.

The boy sat upright, legs crossed, hands resting loosely on his knees, back ramrod straight.

He said softly:

"The frog at the bottom of the well, glimpsing only a corner of the sky, mistakes it for the entire heaven."

A light, airy sound echoed in the quiet room.

Chen Yuque suddenly raised an eyebrow:

"Arrogant."

She brought two fingers together slowly, a sharp glint in her eyes, clearly intending to teach her arrogant Junior Disciple Brother a lesson.

A force of 108,000 jin surged within her body, and her slender fingers pushed the air, creating visible ripples!

The boy remained seated upright, completely still.

With her two fingers almost touching him, Chen Yuque ultimately withdrew nine-tenths of her strength, gently tapping Zhang Fusheng's forehead with her fingertips.

She just wanted to teach them a lesson.

It's empty.

Chen Yuque poked her finger at Zhang Fusheng's forehead, but it felt like she was poking at thin air. Startled, she withdrew her finger.

"An illusion?"

"No."

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"The seventh form: form and spirit, Scattered Bones Form."

The two senior female students suddenly fell silent and became speechless.

They hadn't even mastered the first form of Luminous Form.

Zhang Fusheng extended a finger, bent it, and gently tapped it on the wooden table.

'Thud!'

He immediately stood up:

"The bond we formed as fellow disciples over the past two weeks remains one of camaraderie. I believe Master would not want to see us kill each other."

"I've explained everything that needed explaining, and I've said everything that needed saying."

"Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Sister, you can stand by and watch, but if you have to participate..."

Zhang Fusheng turned and left, leaving behind a single sentence.

"I will kill you all."

'Bang!'

The door to the quiet room closed, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Silence.

"He took another meat bun from me," the Little Bean whispered. "I'm not full."

Chen Yuque snapped out of her daze:

"I still have a fried dough stick, you can have it."

The moment her fair fingers touched the fried dough stick.

The aroma of fried dough sticks filled the air, along with silver bowls and plates, and a small table carved from nanmu wood.

One moment they were perfectly intact, the next they suddenly disintegrated into extremely fine dust.

The dust solidified for a second, then disintegrated, collapsing onto the floor with a crash and spreading outwards in a circular pattern.

Noon.

At the entrance of Jiang University.

"Balloons for sale! Five yuan each, we can make little dogs, pigs, and flowers."

"Hey girl, wanna have one?"

"Hua Hua, is that right?"

Zhu Xiaoming awkwardly blew up a small balloon and put it in the little girl's hand.

The little girl said blankly:

"Brother, I want flowers."

"These are flower buds, they'll turn into flowers in a few days," Zhu Xiaoming said seriously, stuffing the five yuan tightly into his pocket.

"Wah!!" The little girl cried and ran away.

The passersby stared silently at the boy.

Zhang Fusheng, who had just arrived, saw this scene and his lips twitched.

"Old Zhang!" Zhu Xiaoming ran over excitedly, followed by the death stares of the passersby.

Zhang Fusheng made a decision in a split second and took a step back:

How can you be so shameless? You even lie to children?

His eyes widened, filled with anguish:

"I'm ashamed to be associated with you!"

The death stares shifted away and landed on Zhu Xiaoming once more.

The latter was initially bewildered, then his eyes widened even more, and he tremblingly extended a finger, pointing at Zhang Fusheng:

"You, you"

Zhang Fusheng pressed his hand down and spoke earnestly:

"Don't ever do such a despicable thing again. You're a student at Jiang University, after all."

He strode into the school gate without changing his expression.

Zhu Xiaoming belatedly realized the stares of passersby, covered his face and ran away, following them into Jiang University.

When he caught up with Zhang Fusheng, his lips were trembling with anger:

"Old Zhang! You, you, you, I've been learning from you, haven't I??"

"Why learn bad things instead of good ones?" Zhang Fusheng said with a look of disdain.

Zhu Xiaoming silently covered his chest with one hand and his cheek with the other.

He felt pain in his heart and his teeth.

Zhang Fusheng waved his hand with amusement:

"Eldest Young Master Zhu, how did you end up doing this dirty work of selling balloons to trick kids? This is District Three, the parents of those kids might have some powerful connections."

Zhu Xiaoming's face fell, and he complained:

"My dad cut off my payments."

He wiggled his hips and lowered his voice:

"I just made plans to have dinner with Lu Yao the day after tomorrow, but my credit card was suspended, and I can't get a single penny out of me. I had to figure out a way myself, and that's when I thought of your idea."

Zhang Fusheng's mouth twitched:

"Did you make Uncle Zhu angry again?"

"What?!" Zhu Xiaoming's face turned ashen. "My dad, I don't know what got into him, borrowed money from loan sharks, and suddenly the cash flow dried up."

He shrugged, little bear:

My family is going bankrupt.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, then remembered that Zhu Dashan, Zhu Xiaoming's father, did indeed appear in the accounts of Hong's's 'Money House'.

"It's nothing." He waved his hand generously, "I'll cancel Uncle Zhu's debt later, he won't even need to pay back the principal."

Anyway, Chen Yuque wasn't going to continue taking a cut for herself, so she might as well just wipe it out!

Zhu Xiaoming sighed:

"What kind of time is this to be joking around? But actually, it's okay, I'm optimistic."

"I can see that now, otherwise you wouldn't have done something as heinous as deceiving children."

"Get out of here!"

After a few playful exchanges, Zhang Fusheng's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the volatile Malevolent Energy that was about to erupt at any moment quietly subsided.

For the past two days, he has been under constant pressure.

"So, what brings you to Jiang University?" Zhu Xiaoming asked curiously.

"Find a teacher named Liao Zhong."

Zhang Fusheng casually said:

"I also wanted to see you and let you know that I'm taking your parents to Longzhou City these next few days to avoid the trouble."

"Huh?" Zhu Xiaoming's head was filled with question marks, "What the hell?"

Zhang Fusheng did not continue to answer, his gaze fixed on a familiar figure on the tree-lined path.

He was a bald young man with a handsome face, wearing a robe made of bone pieces.

He also saw Zhang Fusheng.

Then he walked over slowly.