Provocation

Almost the entire Whole Unitary Sect knew about Fang Chen.

However, most people were just used to chatting. Though there were some individuals who showed considerable dissatisfaction with Fang Chen's appearance.

Of course, Fang Chen did not know that he was already an influential figure in the Whole Unitary Sect. On the first day he entered the sect, he had been resting in the small courtyard.

The next morning, Fang Chen woke up when he heard the sect's morning bell.

Looking at Old Fang's house, it was obvious that he was going to sleep until he woke up naturally. He complained in his heart, "I'm going to suffer. Old Fang is enjoying life. Why does it feel like our identities are reversed?"

Still, he had chosen his own path. In order to be strong, he had to go through some hardships.

They went to eat first. The dining hall was in the middle of the inner and outer sect. All the inner and outer sect disciples ate here.

As soon as they entered, there were already many disciples present. The inner sect disciples in white brocade robes and the outer sect disciples in green cloth robes were sitting on each side. It could be said that there was a clear distinction between them.

Fang Chen arranged for someone to deliver food to Old Fang. He found a corner in the inner sect and ate heartily.

"He is Fang Chen."

Beside the outer sect disciples, a tall and burly disciple with triangular eyes looked at Fang Chen with a dark expression.

He was the outer sect's Eldest Senior Brother, Yang He. He had only entered the sect for a year and had already reached the eighth-grade. His cultivation speed was not inferior to some inner sect disciples, so he had applied to be promoted to the inner sect two days ago.

However, the promotion was taken back yesterday.

Initially, he thought that he was not qualified enough. However, after hearing the news that Fang Chen had directly entered the inner sect today and the analysis of his lackeys, he naturally concluded that Fang Chen had snatched his spot.

"Damn it, I wonder which bastard said that Fang Chen is the illegitimate son of the sect's big shot. I asked the support pavilion today. That kid was specially allowed to enter the inner sect because he spent a lot of money."

"Yes, I heard that too. That kid even brought servants to serve him when he entered. The moment he entered, he stayed in the small courtyard. Is he here to practice martial arts or to enjoy life?"

"Hehe, why would he learn martial arts? He's already so old, but he only learned the Three Styles of Breeze. Can he learn the exquisite martial arts of our Whole Unitary Sect?"

Someone was discussing Fang Chen at the side. When Yang He heard this, he was amused.

"Hahaha, brothers, isn't that Three Styles of Breeze a set of introductory Sword Techniques?"

Yang He glanced at Fang Chen in the distance and laughed.

"That's right, Eldest Senior. How dare that kid snatch your spot in the inner sect? It's ridiculous," a young man with a pockmarked face said angrily.

Yang He nodded and suddenly leaned close to the pockmarked youth's ear and said, "Liu Hao, your Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is considered to have achieved some success now. Why don't you teach that Fang Chen a lesson? If you can make him retreat and leave the sect, I'll help you when I enter the inner sect."

When Liu Hao heard this, his pockmarked face lit up.

Yang He's strength was obvious to all the outer sect disciples. He was also the one with the greatest hope of entering the inner sect. If Liu Hao could please Yang He, it was not a big deal to offend Fang Chen. He immediately nodded and agreed.

Fang Chen quickly finished his meal. As the classes arranged by the sect would take some time to begin, he wanted to take a walk first. If he could encounter someone cultivating martial arts, he could take a photo with his phone and learn some new skills.

However, as soon as Fang Chen walked out of the dining hall, he realized that someone was blocking his way.

"You're Fang Chen, right? I heard that you've learned a set of introductory sword techniques called the Three Styles of Breeze. Do you know that this is a great insult to all of us outer sect disciples?" Liu Hao pointed at Fang Chen's nose and questioned him angrily.

"Introductory? Really?"

Fang Chen was speechless. However, thinking about his situation at that time, it seemed that it was not impossible for Fang Ping to teach him the introductory Sword Technique.

Although Fang Chen was very unhappy with the mockery of others, he could not be bothered to argue with a fourteen or fifteen-year-old brat.

After the other party finished speaking, Fang Chen walked around Liu Hao and left.

However, because Fang Chen remained silent. Liu Hao felt that Fang Chen was easy to bully. He grabbed Fang Chen's arm from behind and mocked, "Fang Chen, if you're so cowardly, why did you come to the Whole Unitary Sect to practice martial arts? If you have any guts, compete with me. Let me see if you've learned all your martial arts at your age."

"Hahaha…"

Their entanglement quickly attracted the attention of many people, and Liu Hao's words made many people laugh. They were all disdainful of Fang Chen.

Fang Chen was furious. He did not want to care, but the other party was pushing his luck.

Even if he only knew the Three Styles of Breeze, with the help of his phone, his Three Styles of Breeze had reached the maximum level. It could be said that it could turn something rotten into something magical, and was even more powerful than some higher-level sword techniques.

"Okay, little brother. You want to spar, right? Sure. If you lose later, just don't cry." Fang Chen agreed to Liu Hao's provocation.

"Hehe, you? If I lose to you, I, Liu Hao, won't be able to survive in the Whole Unitary Sect anymore," Liu Hao sneered, his face cruel.

"Wow, this Liu Hao is one of the top ten outer sect disciples in our batch. Although he's only at the ninth-grade, his Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is well-practiced. Isn't Fang Chen embarrassing himself by competing with Liu Hao?"

Liu Hao was not an ordinary person among the outer sect disciples. As soon as the news of him competing with Fang Chen was released, Fang Chen was instantly booed. It was obvious that everyone thought that Fang Chen would definitely lose.

Surrounded by a group of people, Fang Chen and Liu Hao quickly arrived at a training ground not far from the dining hall.

As soon as the two of them stood still, Liu Hao could not wait to attack Fang Chen. He knew that as long as he could torture Fang Chen out of the sect, Yang He would definitely be extremely grateful.

Then, Fang Chen looked at Liu Hao's aggressive sword and did not panic at all.

"Sigh, is there something wrong with this Liu Hao's brain? This move of his is not even as good as the move Fang Ping used when I just learned the Three Styles of Breeze. How dare he provoke me?"

Fang Chen stared intently at the charging Liu Hao, his heart at peace. Then, just as the tip of Liu Hao's sword was within a foot of him, he suddenly lowered his body and turned to the side, dodging Liu Hao's sword. Then, he swept his sword horizontally.

Swoosh!

A breeze blew on Fang Chen's sword, but it swept past Liu Hao's waist without a trace, and then he retreated.

"Fang Chen, why are you running? If you have the guts…"

Liu Hao's first strike missed. Enraged, he roared and charged at Fang Chen again.

However, at this moment, he first felt something tighten under his feet, as if something had fastened them. Then, he heard many people pointing at him and laughing.

Liu Hao looked down and saw that his belt had broken into two pieces and fallen to the ground. His pants had actually fallen to his knees and stopped him from moving forward.