Fearful of Nothing But Disorder in the World

The confrontation between Fang Xing and the weak disciple quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding people, who burst into laughter. However, the weak disciple had several good friends among his senior brothers. Seeing the weak disciple almost in tears from the insults of a lower-ranked disciple, they became furious. A stout disciple pointed at Fang Xing and shouted, "You little brat, watch your mouth!"

Fang Xing showed no fear, hands on hips, and retorted, "You dead bear, what's it to you? Is he your lover?"

The weak disciple was on the verge of tears, biting his handkerchief as he pointed at the stout disciple, "Look at him..."

In his current state, he did indeed look like he had a relationship with the stout disciple, sparking another round of laughter among the surrounding disciples.

"Hahaha, they really are like two rabbits..."

Fang Xing burst into laughter, pointing at the two of them.

The stout disciple's face turned red with anger. He stepped out of the line directly, walking menacingly towards Fang Xing.

Undeterred, Fang Xing shouted loudly, "Brothers, these two rabbits look down on us lower-ranked disciples, especially that effeminate one who kept murmuring about how cultivating as a lower-ranked disciple is a waste of spiritual stones. He said we should go home and give our spiritual stones to the higher-ranked disciples. Can we tolerate this?"

With these words, many lower-ranked disciples became enraged.

Although they hadn't heard exactly what the weak disciple said, they had seen the contemptuous looks from the higher-ranked disciples. Their anger was already ignited, and Fang Xing's words fueled it further. Seeing the stout disciple stepping out of line and approaching a child in their group with a hostile expression, their anger intensified.

"Is being a higher-ranked disciple so great? If you're so capable, why aren't you in the upper ranks?"

"We lower-ranked disciples are also disciples of the sect. We all cultivate the same way. What's there to boast about?"

"Every ten years, a group of disciples enters the inner sect. There might not be fewer lower-ranked disciples than you!"

For a moment, many lower-ranked disciples were shouting loudly, their spirits high.

Seeing this, the stout disciple's face turned pale, and he dared not approach.

Fang Xing, feeling triumphant, thought, why not kick someone while they're down?

He immediately shouted, "Big bear, still want to provoke us? Do you really think we lower-ranked disciples are easy targets? Get him!"

As he moved to start a fight, the plump Daoist grabbed him and begged him not to cause trouble for no reason.

The Daoist was quite exasperated. How did queuing up lead to a conflict? Furthermore, why start a fight for no reason? It was like he wanted chaos...

Many lower-ranked disciples were also getting red-eyed. Being young and full of energy, and having recently joined the sect, they were not deeply versed in its ways. Seeing someone provoke, they wanted to join in the fight. After all, there were many more lower-ranked disciples than higher-ranked ones. No matter how they fought, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

On the other hand, the higher-ranked disciples felt a strong sense of threat. Although they looked down on the lower-ranked disciples and believed that given time, their cultivation would far surpass them, that time hadn't come yet. They were all new to the sect, and in a one-on-one fight, the outcome was uncertain. Moreover, their numbers were several times fewer than the lower-ranked disciples.

Especially the weak disciple, his pale face showed extreme fear, while the stout higher-ranked disciple had already retreated to the back of the line, sweating profusely.

However, just as everyone was about to lose control of their anger, a senior elder responsible for distributing spiritual stones suddenly raised his voice, shouting, "Shut up, don't you want your spiritual stones?"

His voice, like a tidal wave, suddenly descended from the sky, suppressing the crowd with a thunderous pressure.

Instantly, the fervent disciples fell silent, their legs trembling.

Fang Xing, in that moment, quickly straightened up, adopting an innocent look, looking around as if nothing had happened.

Fortunately, after the senior elder's reprimand, he didn't look for the troublemakers but called the next disciple to receive their spiritual stones, continuing his distribution without expression.

In fact, they had seen countless such disputes before, some even worse than this. But the sect had always maintained a policy of turning a blind eye to such conflicts. After all, for young people, a competitive spirit wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

They couldn't start a fight, as any elder could easily stop such incidents. But if they couldn't fight, how could these disciples vent their frustration?

Naturally, through cultivation.

After all, regardless of their rank, as long as their cultivation improved, they could soar to great heights and be admired by others!

After waiting for a while and seeing no elder coming to reprimand them, Fang Xing felt smug again. Now, wasn't this the perfect time to stir up trouble?

He immediately called out, "Junior Brother Fang, listen to me. After you receive your spiritual stones, let's hurry back. Don't linger on the way, especially avoid eye contact. Understand? Don't even respond if provoked, pretend not to hear..."

The plump Daoist noticed Fang Xing stirring up trouble behind his back and had no choice but to pull him to the front, advising him to calm down and not pick fights for no reason. After all, cultivation was the priority within the sect.

Fang Xing continued to provoke the weak disciple, but the weak disciple, having been humiliated, was now fearful and ignored Fang Xing's taunts as he received his spiritual stones and left.

Feeling bored, Fang Xing finally received his own spiritual stones. The elder responsible for distribution glanced at him and suddenly said, "Young man, instead of wasting your energy on disputes, focus on cultivation. If you can enter the inner sect, someone will naturally help you improve your aptitude!"

Fang Xing was surprised. It turned out this elder was well aware of his actions. He chuckled and replied, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder. I will redouble my efforts to honor our sect!"

"You smooth talker!"

The elder also smiled, checked Fang Xing's token, registered him, and handed over the spiritual stones.

"Junior Brother Fang, listen to me. After receiving the spiritual stones, let's hurry back. Don't linger on the way, especially avoid eye contact. Understand? Don't even respond if provoked, pretend not to hear..."

The plump Daoist finished collecting his spiritual stones and advised Fang Xing as they left the line.

"What does this mean?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes at him.

"Just remember what I said. Your senior brother wouldn't lie to you, right?"

The Daoist's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness as he stuffed the spiritual stones into his robes, fearing they might be snatched away.

Fang Xing didn't care much; after all, he had about twenty more hidden in his spatial ring!

As they walked back, they encountered more and more disciples, some in groups chatting and laughing, others hurrying alone. Some were showing off, deliberately flying on swords, drawing gasps of admiration from onlookers.

Fang Xing sneered at this display, seeing it as pure showing off!

Flying on swords required a significant amount of spiritual energy. With their cultivation, they could only fly for a short distance before exhausting their energy. Even the renowned disciples of Qingyun Sect, Lingyun and Xiaojianming, used cranes and hawks as their mounts. Why didn't they use flying swords? Because it consumed too much spiritual energy.

Even Fang Xing now had a flying sword, although he kept it hidden.

What was more surprising were the disciples who looked fierce, their eyes cold as they scanned everyone.

The plump Daoist lowered his head, following the practice of not making eye contact with others, and hurriedly pulled Fang Xing along.

"Why are these bastards always staring at me?"

Fang Xing muttered as several people glared at him along the way.

The plump Daoist was alarmed and quickly lowered his voice, "My dear Junior Brother Fang, I know you can't take insults, but now is not the time to get angry. After all, your cultivation is still lower. Let me tell you, these people are all bullies within the sect. They wait by the road during spiritual stone distribution to extort others. They're just itching for trouble. If you make eye contact, they'll see it as a provocation and come beat you up, taking your spiritual stones. Who will you reason with then?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, and he trembled, "Does the sect not intervene?"