You Don't Deserve It! Fists Bully the Old! (4.3k words)

Manager Xiao Hu was stunned. "What did you say?"

All eyes were on Fang Shu's face, including those of many of the nearby servants.

Fang Shu smiled.

"Don't you understand?" He looked at the steward Xiao Hu, and said clearly, word by word:

"In plain terms, this means, you, surnamed Xiao, are you the current owner of the Scorched-Tail Hall?"

In an instant, the depths of the hall fell silent.

All the servants raised their heads and stared at them with wide eyes.

Now, Xiao Hu, the person in charge, heard it clearly.

The other person's face froze, their eyes instantly changing, staring at Fang Shu with uncontrollable rage, and exclaimed, "You, what do you mean by this?!"

To Fang Shu's surprise, Fang Shu's smile remained unchanged despite the anger of the steward Xiao Hu, and he continued:

"Still don't understand?"

After a pause, Fang Shu added:

"In other words, do you even deserve to overstep your bounds and communicate with my master? Do you even deserve to let me, Fang, engage in magical duels with your disciples for your amusement?"

As he spoke, Fang Shu glanced around.

His gaze swept across the faces of the female Daoist Xiao Lili, the male Ling Baiquan, Yin Xiaojian, and the group of servants, as if he were also questioning them.

In the arena, the female Daoist Xiao Lili's expression changed. She pursed her lips, wanting to speak up for her father on the spot.

However, Fang Shu's question hit the nail on the head. Her father, Xiao Hu, was merely a manager at the academy and had no right to overstep his bounds or interfere with the affairs between the two academy owners.

As for the Ling Baiquan and Yin Xiaojian...

The former frowned slightly, silently Fang Shu; the latter was in a daze, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Yin Xiaojian couldn't understand how anyone dared to speak to Manager Xiao Hu like that in the hall!

"Oh." Fang Shu calmly withdrew his gaze from the faces of the people around him.

He said it casually:

"It seems that Manager Xiao is indeed unworthy."

Now, Xiao Hu, the steward who had been suppressing his anger and weighing the pros and cons, could no longer contain himself and could not be humiliated like this in the past ten years.

Enraged, the other party crushed the name card of the Solitary Gu Hall Master in his hand into pieces.

"You brat!"

The steward, Xiao Hu, roared, his Qi and Blood surging forth, his imposing presence like that of a roaring tiger, making the ears of those around him ache.

Especially the servants and Yin Xiaojian, they were so frightened that their legs trembled on the spot.

However, Fang Shu remained firmly standing in the center of the field, only a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) away from his opponent.

Fang Shu's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then turned completely cold.

He was not afraid of the two-zhang-high Qi and Blood and qi emanating from his opponent at all; in fact, his eyes were filled with a strong sense of eagerness.

It should be known that in the realm of Refining Essence into an immortal, the emphasis is on "human" rather than "immortal," yet there is a saying that boxers fear the young and strong.

Moreover, after his first attempt to become an apprentice failed, Fang Shu learned about Xiao Hu's background from his second uncle, Yu Le.

This fellow was seriously injured when he was young, which happened to be when he was working for the owner of the Scorched-Tail Hall. As a result, he was rewarded with a precious medicine, which allowed him to transcend tribulation and become a second-level human immortal, and he was raised in the pavilion.

Such a person is not young, has suffered serious injuries, has risen to the top by taking drugs, and has been living a life of luxury for many years, relying solely on past achievements to become a second-stage Refining Essence Immortal cultivator.

It was Fang Shu's divinely bestowed testing stone that allowed him to properly examine the gap between himself and a Second Tribulation Human Immortal.

Even if he was no match for him, Fang Shu still had the status of a guest. A seasoned veteran like Xiao Hu wouldn't dare to chase after him and kill him. He would even take the initiative to back down and act timidly.

On the contrary, the adopted son of the other party—"your nephew"—is someone who is young and impetuous, and should be avoided.

Fists may bully the old, but they will not bully the young!

"You old fool, how dare you ruin my master's nameplate!"

A surge of emotion welled up in Fang Shu's heart.

Call!

He exhaled a sigh of frustration, untied his outer robe, revealing a training robe from the Solitary Gu Hall, and his Qi and Blood and qi surged.

"If I respect you, you are an elder; if I disrespect you, you are nothing but an old dog!"

Fang Shu threw his coat on the ground, faced the steward Xiao Hu, and shouted with a laugh, trying to gain the upper hand first:

"Old dog, you have repeatedly made things difficult for me, and even stole the spirit Spirit Stone that I brought to become your disciple, tricking me into doing menial tasks. You have completely disregarded the fact that my second uncle, Yu Le, was also a disciple of the Scorched-Tail Hall back then, and you called him your fellow disciple."

Today, in full view of everyone, they destroyed my Lone Pavilion Master's name card and insulted my school!

Swish!

Upon hearing Fang Shu's shout, everyone's gaze immediately fell on the hands of the steward, Xiao Hu, especially on the female Daoist, Xiao Lili, whose face turned grim and worried.

Even Xiao Hu, the manager, heard Fang Shu's scolding. He didn't take the first part of Fang Shu's words seriously, but Fang Shu's last sentence made him freeze and quickly look at his hands.

As expected, the visiting card that Fang Shu presented to the Lone Pavilion Master was crushed into pieces in a fit of anger.

A hint of regret and hesitation immediately appeared in the eyes of the steward Xiao Hu, leaving him speechless for a moment.

"It's a misunderstanding!" At this moment, the female Daoist Xiao Lili finally spoke, quickly stepping forward to smooth things over:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, this is a misunderstanding!"

But then—smack!

Fang Shu didn't care about misunderstandings.

A wisp of Qi and Blood, over ten feet long, coiled around his body like a python and rose rapidly, roaring and attracting everyone's attention.

"This is intolerable! This is intolerable!"

Fang Shu stared coldly at the woman and said:

"If your esteemed academy's owner were present, would he have tolerated such unrighteous, disloyal, and unjust individuals?"

Upon hearing this, the female Daoist Xiao Lili looked flustered and didn't know what to say, but she still stood in front of Fang Shu, trying to calm things down.

But in response, Fang Shu Fang Shu moved, extended five fingers, and pushed towards her cheek:

"Roll!"

Xiao Lili pale and quickly circulated her internal Qi and Blood, trying to avoid it.

Although she was also a first-stage human immortal and was about to break through to the second stage, her movements were slow and hesitant, and Fang Shu showed no sign of showing mercy.

The woman couldn't dodge in time and was about to be Fang Shu.

This scene caused everyone around to widen their eyes in disbelief; they hadn't expected Fang Shu to actually dare to do it!

Fortunately, the steward Xiao Hu was nearby. He suddenly pulled Xiao Lili aside and used his palm to block Fang Shu's attack, allowing Xiao Lili to retreat to the side and avoid being slapped in the face.

Bang!

Manager Xiao Hu grunted, realizing he had suffered a minor setback.

Seeing Fang Shu, Fang Shu pressed his advantage, taking a step forward to seize the central palace. The veins on his arms bulged, and streams of purplish-black Qi and Blood coiled around his wrists like snakes.

His low growl was like thunder, "Want to test my mettle? Let's see how many teeth you old dog have left!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Shu's fist flew out like a cannon, and two purple shadows aimed straight for Xiao Hu's chest.

The steward, Xiao Hu, glared angrily, his palms flared, and he immediately charged forward head-on.

Thump!

Fists and palms clashed, the two men collided head-on, their Qi and Blood and qi clashed, their strength scattering, and each was forced back several steps.

Manager Xiao Hu's face turned several shades paler.

Fang Shu felt a sweet taste in his throat, his internal Qi and Blood surged, and a few drops of purple blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

However, Fang Shu was not afraid but laughed. His eyes were burning, and his Qi and Blood surged more and more. He pounced on Xiao Hu again like a ghost.

In an instant, a strong wind howled deep within the hall, and the onlookers felt dizzy.

The female Daoist priest Xiao Lili's face was tense. She wanted to intervene, but seeing that the two were locked in a fierce battle, she had no way to get involved.

Fighting is easy, resolving conflict is difficult!

Xiao Lili immediately turned to Ling Baiquan beside her and said urgently, "Senior Brother Ling! Please calm this matter down."

To everyone's surprise Ling Baiquan hesitated upon hearing this, saying, "This..."

His eyes were not on Xiao Lili, but on the fragments of the name card on the ground.

Xiao Lili immediately understood what the other person meant.

Fang Shu today were justified and out of necessity; it was purely her father, Xiao Hu, who was asking for trouble.

Even if today's matter is over, the owner of the Scorched-Tail Hall will probably punish her father again to quell the dispute between the two halls.

Seeing Xiao Lili's anxious expression, the Ling Baiquan narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, they're both still holding their own and haven't used Law Technique to fight yet."

Xiao Lili looked closely and Fang Shu and Xiao Hu were only exchanging blows and fighting with their Qi and Blood, without using any killing Law Technique.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the lobby, every punch landed squarely, accompanied by muffled thunderclaps.

Xiao Hu became increasingly hesitant and restrained as the fight progressed.

This guy's hands hurt, his feet hurt, and his chest hurt; he felt like his body was about to fall apart.

On the Fang Shu, Fang Shu was getting more and more into the fight, unleashing a torrent of punches and kicks, including the Insect Method and Lead Method, like mercury, using Xiao Hu as a living punching bag.

But not a hundred breaths.

Manager Xiao Hu's two-zhang-high Qi and Blood was almost dissipated by Fang Shu. He was now relying on his last bit of willpower to hold on, trying to wear Fang Shu down.

Suddenly, Fang Shu looked at Xiao Hu, who was standing close by, and grinned maliciously, opening his mouth.

"Puff!"

His mouthful of purple blood transformed into a poisoned arrow, hurtling straight at Xiao Hu's face.

The sight of this mouthful of purple blood startled those around, who assumed Fang Shu was about to lose his strength.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Hu looked shocked and quickly dodged.

He concealed his facial features, then turned his body around like a counterattack, letting the hair behind his head swirl to disperse the spurt of blood.

Then, a series of sizzling sounds came from the back of Xiao Hu's head, and wisps of blue smoke were rising from his disheveled hair.

"What poisonous blood!" the steward Xiao Hu exclaimed in surprise.

The man quickly circulated his Qi and Blood to protect his skin and flesh.

Fang Shu seized the opportunity and unleashed three heavy punches in quick succession.

With his first punch, he knocked Xiao Hu's arms away;

With his second punch, he struck Xiao Hu's chest, causing it to cave in half an inch.

With his third punch, Fang Shu changed his fist into an elbow, lashing out at his opponent's cheek like a whip!

Xiao Hu's eyes bulged as he took two punches.

This fellow had no choice but to abandon defense and launch an attack, his hand clamping down on Fang Shu's third elbow like an iron clamp.

The other hand of the other person touched Fang Shu's shoulder and neck, trying to dislocate Fang Shu's arm, or even cut off Fang Shu's Qi and Blood, causing him to faint.

"Bang!"

The two were locked in a fierce, close-quarters battle, their muscles bulging, their bones cracking and popping, their Qi and Blood and qi tangled together like a furnace, baking the surrounding area.

Even the servants in the distance felt their faces burning.

Fang Shu tried to break free and attack again, punching his opponent. But Xiao Hu held on tightly, refusing to let go.

It turns out this guy has realized reality and is now changing his strategy, trying to suppress Fang Shu by relying on his Qi and Blood strength and second- Bandit Cultivator.

Otherwise, if they continue fighting like this, either the two of them will have to use Law Technique, and their lives will be uncertain, or he will be used as a target by Fang Shu and beaten to death on the spot.

Fang Shu, while being entangled in a fight with the old man, discerned his opponent's intentions. However, he was not afraid at all and immediately pressed down with his elbow, aiming straight for Xiao Hu's throat.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, while everyone around them watched intently.

Yin Xiaojian stared blankly at Fang Shu, her face full of disbelief. The female Daoist Xiao Lili, on the other hand, stared intently at her father, Xiao Hu, without moving.

As for the Ling Baiquan, it frowned and sized up Fang Shu, its eyes revealing a hint of trouble and hesitation.

Thirty breaths later.

Of the two, Xiao Hu had bulging veins on the side of his neck and his face was purple.

His throat gurgled, as if he was trying to say something, but he couldn't get his Qi and Blood up in time, and his fist stance became slightly loose.

Fang Shu, though at a lower level, was also nearing the end of his Qi and Blood.

But then his eyes lit up, and he suddenly seized the opportunity presented by his opponent's old age, weakness, and lack of strength, causing his muscles to tremble violently like a python.

With a tremor, Xiao Hu's fist stance was wide open and completely collapsed.

The opponent let out a defiant roar, but his knees buckled, and he was powerless to turn the tide. His vision went black as he was overpowered by Fang Shu.

Bang bang bang!

Fang Shu's punches and kicks rained down like a torrent, slamming onto the ground.

Puff!

With his vision blurred, the steward Xiao Hu suffered severe internal injuries from the beating, spitting out a mouthful of blood and finally letting out a bloodcurdling scream, "Ah!"

This scene made it impossible for Xiao Lili to restrain herself any longer.

She gritted her teeth, wanting to step forward to stop the fight, but was pulled back by the Ling Baiquan.

The Ling Baiquan's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "Lili, don't let your uncle lose both face and reputation."

This caused Xiao Lili to pause, her face showing hesitation.

On the field.

The steward, Xiao Hu, screamed and fell to his knees.

Fang Shu bowed, clasped his hands behind his head, and sneered.

Without hesitation, he swept his foot down, stomped down, and crushed the man's ankle!

"Snap—Ah!"

The sound of bone cracking.

Amidst screams, Xiao Hu, his hair disheveled, finally lost consciousness as his Qi and Blood dissipated, his arms drooping, revealing a helpless state.

The female Daoist Xiao Lili could no longer hold back and cried out, "Father!"

With red eyes, she broke free from the Ling Baiquan's arm and lunged forward.

Upon seeing Fang Shu, Fang Shu retreated swiftly like a monkey, distancing himself from the woman and watching her warily.

Seeing that although the woman's Qi and Blood were surging, she did not attack him, Fang Shu slowly withdrew his stance and regulated his breathing.

In complete silence.

Fang Shu's Qi and Blood and qi dissipated, his sweat finally released, steaming like mist for a moment.

Amidst swirling white mist...

He walked back to the center of the field as if no one else was there, without even glancing at the father and daughter surnamed Xiao.

Fang Shu picked up his coat and rolled up his sleeves to gather all the fragments of the name card on the ground, hiding them in his bosom.

Goodbye.

He put on his coat, his steps still steady, covering his sweat-drenched training robe, and prepared to leave.

"Ahem, wait a minute."

Just then, a weak voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Fang Shu steadied himself.

Deep inside the main hall, there stood the steward Xiao Hu, struggling to lift his eyelids, his chest heaving violently.

This fellow only fainted for a moment before regaining consciousness; truly worthy of being a Second Tribulation Immortal.

He held his daughter's hands and spoke with difficulty:

"Lili, bring me the Lead Method Marrow Refinement Chapter..."

After he finished speaking, the man's head tilted to the side, and he closed his eyes again, seemingly unconscious.

This left Xiao Lili stunned, Ling Baiquan raised an eyebrow slightly.

As for the servants around them, a commotion arose. They all stared in astonishment at Fang Shu, who had his back turned, and excitedly discussed among themselves:

"What's this guy doing here? He's incredibly fierce!"

Amidst the clamor of voices, the roof of the main hall of the Scorched-Tail Hall seemed about to be ripped off.

Only the toad-like boy, Yin Xiaojian, stared blankly at Fang Shu, speechless, unable to recover for a long time, as if he didn't recognize this person at all.