The dark-faced fat man was called Lu Dawu, the manager of this dormitory building.
When Wei Yi had first arrived at the academy, this fellow had learned that he was the Wei Clan Young Master and rushed over to curry favor, shamelessly flattering and fawning over him in every way, and wheedling quite a few benefits out of him.
But after Wei Yi had fallen on hard times and lost his standing, he had immediately turned his back on him. He even thought Wei Yi was easy prey: being unable to cultivate meant he had no chance of rising again. So he came to pick trouble and demand benefits every few days.
This fellow was not just an utter scoundrel!
He was also a white-eyed wolf who would never learn gratitude, no matter how well he was fed!
Recalling the memories of Lu Dawu in his mind, Wei Yi could not help narrowing his eyes slightly.
He instantly made his decision.
"What did you just say? I didn't quite catch that. Say it again."
Wei Yi looked at him and spoke without any change in expression.
Wei Yi's unexpected attitude made Lu Dawu pause. Whenever he had deliberately picked trouble before, Wei Yi had either fought back in a rage or despondently accepted his fate. He had never been this calm.
But what damn good was being calm?
However calm he was, wasn't he still trash? Could he overturn the heavens?
Lu Dawu sneered inwardly, his face full of disdain. He did not take Wei Yi seriously at all.
Walking up to Wei Yi, he spoke without the slightest restraint.
"I told you yesterday. You have only two choices now."
"Either hand over five hundred taels of silver and keep living here, or get the hell out of the dormitory right now and find somewhere else to live."
"But I remember already paying my accommodation fee, didn't I?"
Wei Yi's eyes flashed as he asked in a low voice.
"You paid that accommodation fee to the academy. This five hundred taels is for me. I manage the dormitory, working from morning till night. Of course I have to charge a fee too."
Lu Dawu looked as though this were only natural.
Then he looked Wei Yi up and down, his gaze finally settling on the jade pendant at his waist. A barely concealed glint of greed flashed through his eyes as he said with a smile, "If you really don't have any silver, hand over that jade pendant to settle your debt. I hear it's your Wei Clan's heirloom pendant. It should be worth something. You're trash now anyway, and there's no way you can inherit the position of young master anymore. Keeping it is useless..."
Before he could finish, Wei Yi suddenly raised his hand and swung a slap at him.
Smack!
"You think you're worthy of laying your hands on this young master's heirloom jade pendant?"
Completely unprepared, Lu Dawu took Wei Yi's slap squarely across the face, spinning around on the spot.
"You..."
He stared blankly at Wei Yi, his head buzzing, as though that single blow had knocked him utterly senseless.
He had never expected Wei Yi to strike so suddenly.
In Lu Dawu's eyes, Wei Yi was just trash who could not cultivate. He had bullied and harassed him so many times before, and Wei Yi had endured it time after time. Yet this time, he actually dared to hit him?
Blazing fury instantly surged through Lu Dawu's heart. The thought that a piece of trash like Wei Yi had actually hit him was more than he could swallow.
Ding! Player Wei Yi slapped the scoundrel Lu Dawu. Cultivation experience +10.
At that moment, however, a system notification rang out in Wei Yi's mind.
Even this could increase cultivation experience?
Wei Yi had not expected such a pleasant surprise.
So... without the slightest hesitation, he immediately swung his hand again.
"You what? Think I wouldn't dare hit you? Then I'll reward you with another slap!"
Another crisp smack rang out.
Ding! Player Wei Yi slapped the scoundrel Lu Dawu. Cultivation experience +10.
This time, Lu Dawu still failed to react.
Or rather, his reaction was still a little too slow.
Although he was also a first-rank martial disciple and had once practiced martial techniques, that was all in the past. After spending so many years at the True Martial Academy without ever needing to fight, he had long since let his meager martial skills fall into disuse. Otherwise, he would not have grown so fat.
And so Wei Yi's second slap landed solidly on his face as well, leaving an unmistakably clear mark.
"Wei Yi, you actually dare hit me?"
"You're overturning the heavens!"
After taking two consecutive slaps from Wei Yi, even a fool like Lu Dawu finally reacted. His eyes widened, filled with disbelief, and he immediately began cursing viciously.
For a moment, people from the nearby dormitories were drawn outside one after another.
Seeing the two facing off, all of them looked somewhat astonished.
They knew both Wei Yi and Lu Dawu very well. They were already used to Lu Dawu picking on and bullying Wei Yi, but this time, it seemed... Wei Yi had turned the tables and hit Lu Dawu?
How was that possible?
Did Wei Yi have the guts?
The onlookers all found it somewhat hard to believe.
At that moment, however, Wei Yi stepped forward to prove it to them.
"People like you are exactly who I hit."
"You actually dare extort me? Think this young master is easy prey?"
As he spoke, Wei Yi swung his hand again, sending another vicious slap toward Lu Dawu.
This time, however, Lu Dawu was prepared.
He immediately tilted his head, dodging Wei Yi's palm, and laughed loudly. "Trash like you thinks you can beat me? I wasn't ready before. Now I..."
Smack!
Before he could finish, another slap landed on his face.
He had dodged the first slap, but not Wei Yi's backhand.
"Wei Yi, you actually..."
After three consecutive slaps from Wei Yi, Lu Dawu's eyes turned bloodshot. He was practically going mad.
But Wei Yi's answer was yet another slap.
"Wei Yi, I'll fight you to the death!"
Smack!
"You're still hitting me?!"
Smack!
"Stop hitting me..."
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack...
Wei Yi showed no mercy whatsoever to an ungrateful, white-eyed wolf of a scoundrel like Lu Dawu.
By the end, he simply gripped his collar with one hand and kept swinging the other at his face, delivering slap after slap, beating Lu Dawu all the way from upstairs in the dormitory building to downstairs.
Every onlooker in the dormitory building watched dumbstruck, like wooden chickens.
Was this still the Wei Yi they knew? His behavior completely contradicted their previous impressions of him!
But Wei Yi paid no attention to what they thought.
He only felt exhilarated.
Not only did the beating vent his anger, letting him release all his old frustration and resentment, but every blow also earned him more cultivation experience.
Soon, the first-rank martial disciple experience bar on the system panel filled up.
Ding! Player Wei Yi's first-rank martial disciple cultivation experience is full. Automatically advancing to second-rank martial disciple.
Hearing this system notification, Wei Yi could not help smiling.
After advancing to second-rank martial disciple, he could clearly feel the strength throughout his body increase considerably at once.
"Stop hitting me. I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."
"Brother Wei, Young Master Wei, Master Wei... I'm begging you, stop hitting me. I really know I was wrong..."
By this point, however, Lu Dawu had been beaten to tears. Both cheeks were swollen high, and even his speech was slurred. Snot and tears streamed down his face, without the slightest trace of his earlier arrogance and swagger. He dropped straight to his knees before Wei Yi and begged.
Wei Yi sneered and asked, "Don't want those five hundred taels of silver anymore?"
"No, no!"
How could Lu Dawu dare hesitate? He immediately shook his head repeatedly.
"Tell me. Who exactly sent you to extort me?"
Wei Yi asked again.
"No one."
Lu Dawu's heart jolted, and he hurriedly shook his head.
"Without someone backing you, you'd dare demand five hundred taels of silver in one go?"
Wei Yi's face was full of mockery.
It was not as though Lu Dawu had never extorted him before, but it had always been petty amounts. That was all the courage he had. Demanding five hundred taels right off the bat this time was clearly unusual.
As he spoke, Wei Yi raised his hand again, poised to slap him.
Lu Dawu instantly turned pale with fright. Not daring to hide anything further, he immediately answered, "It was Sun Wenyuan! He told me to force you out of the academy. It really has nothing to do with me. I was forced too..."
"Hmph, trash!"
Just then, a cold snort suddenly rang out. Immediately afterward, three people emerged from around the corner of the courtyard and walked toward them together.
Their leader was none other than Sun Wenyuan, the very person Lu Dawu had named.
He was likewise a second-year student at the True Martial Academy, as well as a direct descendant of the Sun Clan and one of Wei Yi's old adversaries.