Chapter 21: Disrespect

Everyone in the lobby all turned their heads to see what the commotion was about. Zemin, the receptionist who escorted Yun Hao to the 9th floor, was now sitting on the ground, grasping her cheek as tears slowly formed from her eyes.

The other applicants of the lobby, all 5 of them excluding Yun Hao, only had curious gazes on their eyes before going back to what they were previously doing.

"I had enough of your whining, woman."

The man called Sun Fang then wiped his hand with a handkerchief he brought, seemingly cleaning it as it made contact with Zemin's face. Afterward, he casually threw it towards Zemin before heading to the counter.

Xinya, the receptionist of the 9th floor, was slightly biting her lip as she was at a loss as to what to do. She wanted to help her friend, but at the same time, she didn't want to offend the obviously ill-tempered young master approaching her.

"I wish to go through Immersion," Sun Fang then said before Xinya could even collect her thoughts. But still, Xinya managed to let out a smile as she greeted the man in front of her.

"Of course, young master Sun Fang. Your family has already sent the payment to us a week ago."

"It is good that you know," Sun Fang let out a scoff.

"Of course, everyone in the Confederation knows who you are. My colleague might have just been too nervou--"

"No!"

"!!!"

Xinya could not help but suddenly cover her mouth. As before she could even finish her words, a towel suddenly made its way on Sun Fang's head, covering it entirely.

There was a certain silence in the air, with only Xinya's breaths whispering as she tried to hold back the laughter that was wanting to burst out of her mouth. The other applicants as well, once again moved from their self-made isolations as they were curious as to what was going to happen.

"..." Sun Fang then slowly removed the towel covering his head, looking at it intensely before turning around to see who threw it back to him.

And there, he saw Yun Hao, standing beside Zemin with his hand still slightly stretched towards him.

"Did you… just throw this at me?"

"Do you see anyone else?" Yun Hao said as he flicked his hand; as if repeating how he threw the towel over at Sun Fang.

Yun Hao was not going to intervene at first. He wanted to keep a low profile as standing out might bring him more trouble than good. After all, each one of the other applicants might be as influential as Long Yazhu, maybe even more.

Sun Fang was probably the person who got out of the car earlier when he entered the building. If he was bombarded by paparazzi, then he was definitely someone as important as Long Yazhu-- and that was someone he can't offend directly, at least for now.

He was only going to help Zemin up, but as soon as he saw her folding the towel neatly and was even about to hand it back to Sun Fang, something snapped inside of him. He was once again reminded of how he was treated in Tsinghai just because of the difference in status.

And so, without even thinking about it any further, he grabbed the towel from the receptionist's hand and threw it at Sun Fang without any hesitation. Zemin tried to stop him, of course, but his hand was too fast.

And now, they were in this situation.

"Do you even know who I am?" Sun Fang said as he placed the towel on the counter. Xinya, as well as Zemin, was at a loss as to what to do. This wasn't the first time that a bunch of young masters got heated up and started fighting each other… but this was definitely the first time that someone fought because of one of them.

"Do you know who I am?" Yun Hao repeated Sun Fang's words back at him.

"Why the hell would I know a nobody like you?"

"...You watch too much movies, man. Even if you want to be a Cultivator, doesn't mean you have to… you get what I mean."

"Enough talk," Sun Fang said as he slowly put up a stance, "It is time for you to know who I am, I will make sure to engrave it on your body."

Yun Hao blinked his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Sun Fang's words. After a few seconds, however, he just raised his hands in surrender, "Look, you already win," he said, "Just apologize to the woman and let's carry on with our lives. I… have had enough violence for the month."

Yun Hao's tone went quiet upon saying his last words as he slightly looked to the ground. The face of the man he had killed last night once again resurfaced in his mind.

"Quit masking your cowardice!" Sun Fang said as he suddenly rushed towards Yun Hao. Yun Hao, who was still lost in thought, instinctively swatted the palm that was threatening to hit his face; this caused Sun Fang to slightly stumble as all his momentum was transferred to the side.

Yun Hao then quickly put up his own stance, with both his hands guarding his torso and his legs repeatedly hopping on the ground.

"...Boxing?" Sun Fang let out a loud scoff as he collected himself, "Such a barbaric style."

"I'd prefer to use the term efficient," Yun Hao said as he threw a fist towards Sun Fang.

Sun Fang quickly predicted Yun Hao's move and moved to the side, only to see another fist going straight towards his face.

"I think that is enough."

But before the fist could destroy Sun Fang's face, a man appeared between them. The back of his hand was just a few centimeters away from Sun Fang's nose, preventing Yun Hao's fist from destroying it.

Yun Hao quickly retracted his hand, gently checking if it's broken before looking at the man who stood in between him and Sun Fang.

The man was wearing a black robe, the ends of his long hair tied into a knot as it hung just above his waist. If anything, he looked like the stereotype Cultivator that Yun Hao had been seeing in the public televisions and books.

"Master, this man is--"

Sun Fang was about to say something, but before he could do so, the back of the man's hand casually moved back, hitting Sun Fang's face and causing him to roll on the floor for a few meters.

"I saw what happened," the man said before walking to the counter, grabbing Sun Fang's towel and wiping his hand with it,

"You disrespected an employee of the Confederation."