"Elder, you have to do something about this kid. This bastard has been causing trouble everywhere. He even blocks our doors and curses us out all over the place, acting like some little street thug. He's making it impossible for us to live in peace."
An inner disciple said indignantly. These past few days, Xia Ping had turned their lives into chicken feathers and duck blood. Never in their lives had they felt so stifled, as if they owed loan sharks money, only to have someone publicly block their doors.
If they could, they would have loved nothing more than to swarm him and beat him up. But this was the Primordial Sacred Land, where private fighting was forbidden. Anyone who broke the rule would immediately be expelled from the Primordial Sacred Land, with no room for mercy.
"What do you mean, causing trouble everywhere? I'm asking my senior brothers for guidance on martial arts. That's called being diligent and eager to learn. How did it become causing trouble in my senior brothers' eyes? Is asking questions wrong too?"
Xia Ping blinked, wearing a puzzled expression.
Guidance, my ass! And he was still pretending to be innocent!
Everyone wanted to punch the brat right in the face. This bastard was already stronger than they were, so what guidance was he asking for? Who had ever seen a professor ask an elementary school student for advice?
This bastard was clearly here to farm points, treating them as mobile, human-shaped point banks he could withdraw from every day—and without any service charges, at that.
"Ahem."
The old man in green coughed and said, "It's right to ask questions, but don't overdo it. Let this be the end of it. Don't keep fooling around, understand?"
"What? Doesn't that mean I can't farm monsters