A Storm of Rumors, Robbed Again
The battle in the bamboo forest, and the news that Dongfang Yueming was about to move into Instructor Hong Yao's private residence, swept through the entire Newcomer Hall like a hurricane.
In no time, the boys' residence was in an uproar.
"Have you heard? That Dongfang Yueming is actually moving in with Instructor Hong Yao!"
"Why?! He clearly doesn't have even the slightest bit of spiritual root; he's just got a good-looking face. Why does he get the instructor's personal guidance?"
"Exactly! Even Qian Hao, who has already Entry, was injured by him. It's really strange."
Jealousy, anger, fear—a complex mix of emotions spread through the hearts of the teenagers.
However, some people soon found a "truth" that could bring them peace of mind.
"Ha, what do you know?"
A slightly older, self-proclaimed clever boy sneered, his face full of disdain, "That Dongfang Yueming lost the ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder ' on the very first day. How has he been cultivating for the past seven days? There isn't even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy on his body. How could he possibly defeat Qian Hao, who's only at the Entry? In my opinion, he most likely used some kind of despicable hidden weapon from the mortal world."
"As for the instructor letting him stay there... heh, what kind of place is our Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor? And who is Instructor Hong Yao? Would she take a fancy to a mortal with no spiritual roots? Most likely, she just thinks he's fair-skinned and wants to take him back as a plaything to satisfy her desires, or as a low-grade 'dregs' to drain his yang energy in one go! If he stays in the instructor's courtyard, he probably won't survive the month!"
Upon hearing this analysis, the boys, who had been filled with jealousy and resentment, suddenly understood, and their envy instantly transformed into gloating mockery. "Haha, so they were just going to their deaths!"
"Exactly! Let's see how long he can stay arrogant after the instructors have drained him dry!"
at the same time.
Inside the simple wooden hut, Dongfang Yueming calmly packed his few meager belongings.
Outside the window, several pairs of eyes, filled with prying and ill intent, occasionally swept past.
[A toy? A cauldron?]
Dongfang Yueming tied up the bundle, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. To him, the baseless speculations of these mortal ants were nothing more than a farcical spectacle.
After packing, he picked up his bundle and left the wooden house.
Today also happens to be the day for distributing the second week's training resources.
Although Dongfang Yueming was about to move to Hong Yao's Bamboo Garden, he still followed the sect's rules and went to the main hall to collect his second dose of "Spirit-Nurturing Powder".
However, just as he finished receiving the medicine and was heading towards the bamboo garden of the Hong Yao along the secluded mountain path...
In a dense forest ahead, three menacing, burly figures unexpectedly blocked his path once again.
It was the same three Black Wind Stronghold bandits who had stolen his medicine powder last week.
"Hey, pretty boy, where are you headed after collecting the resources?"
The one-eyed, burly man crossed his arms. Although he had heard the rumors that Dongfang Yueming was going to the instructor's place, the greed in his eyes overcame his last remaining hesitation as he looked at the slightly bulging yellow paper package in Dongfang Yueming's arms.
"I heard you've been doing quite well lately, even managing to sabotage Qian Hao with your underhanded tactics?"
The scarred-face henchman spat and threatened viciously, "But since you're going to be the instructor's 'guest,' you probably won't need this Spirit-Nurturing Powder anymore, right? Give it to me, don't force us to fight here. You don't have any hidden weapons to defend yourself right now!"
In their eyes, Dongfang Yueming's performance in the main hall just now was nothing but a bluff. If he truly possessed extraordinary talent for cultivation, how could he have remained completely unaffected after having his medicine powder stolen in the first week?
Faced with these three robbers who tried to intercept them again.
Dongfang Yueming Yueming's expression remained calm and composed, and he didn't even pause for half a second.
Just like last week, he casually reached into his pocket and tossed the second packet of "Spirit-Nurturing Powder," which he had just received and hadn't even had a chance to warm up, to the one-eyed burly man.
"Here you go."
With a casual remark, Dongfang Yueming, carrying his bundle, brushed past the three dumbfounded bandits as naturally as a gentle breeze, heading straight for the bamboo garden at the mountaintop.