Fighting

"Digging that slowly—did you think I wouldn't know you were slacking off?"

Whoosh—smack!

The slender bamboo rod cracked through the air and struck a Celestial Mystery Court disciple across the backside, drawing a miserable howl from him.

The other Celestial Mystery Court disciples shuddered all over at the sight and hurriedly lowered their heads, working feverishly.

Blood Bamboo was harder than iron to begin with, and Wei Luo was a Force Training Martial Master.

If Wei Luo wanted to, he could whip them until their skin split and flesh tore.

"I won't do it again! I won't slack off again!"

The disciple who had been struck was nearly in tears.

He had never imagined that merely bullying the Celestial Pivot Court would lead to such consequences.

Wei Luo had not only taken their shoots, but also turned them into free laborers, demanding that they dig up the bamboo shoots roots and all.

His face was full of grief and indignation, while his backside hurt so badly it had gone numb.

This was simply humiliation!

"Once my senior brothers from the court get here, they'll make you pay!"

He glanced back, only to receive another lash.

Smack!

The wound felt as though chili peppers had been rubbed into it, and the disciple howled again.

"Your eyes seem rather unconvinced."

Wei Luo's voice was quiet, yet it sounded like a demon whispering in his ear.

This time, the disciple truly burst into tears. He did not dare look at Wei Luo again, repeatedly crying, "I yield, I yield."

After acting as a supervisor for a while longer and seeing that the Celestial Mystery Court disciples were working efficiently, Wei Luo finally sat down to the side in satisfaction and observed the rat-like exotic beast they had caught.

He had made a cage