Nobody Wants a “Turd”
“Oi, how old are you? Why are you only a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator?” Luo Feilong asked, annoyed.
“Nineteen. Foundation Establishment Realm Fifth Layer,” Mu Yu droned.
Everyone: “Bahahaha!”
“You’re behind even Lesser Heaven Stage disciples? How did you even become a Heaven Stage disciple? Did you bribe your way in?” mocked Luo Feilong.
“No, I solved four hexagrams.”
“You’re going to make us Heaven Stage disciples look bad with your cultivation. Ji Wenkai, you can have the piece of turd. I don’t want a turd.”
“What do I look like, a loo? Trust me. He blends in with you perfectly.” Ji Wenkai didn’t even spare Mu Yu a second glance.”
Luo Feilong and Ji Wenkai extorted other disciples for spirit stones to procure cultivation resources. Mu Yu didn’t appear to be the kind to have anything to offer, unfortunately. If anything, Mu Yu would’ve just been someone they could use to laugh at their group.
Sparks flew between Luo Feilong and Ji Wenkai. The two snorted in each other’s faces and walked off.
“Mu Yu, are you just going to take that?” Xiaoshuai casually questioned.
“It works in my favour. Now I don’t need to do with them heckling me.”
Formation Sect’s basic mental cultivation was a far cry from Dustfallen Mental Cultivation; however, it was specific to formations, so it was important. The afternoon class for it subjected Mu Yu to more ridicule. He just blocked them out as there was no end to it.
Mu Yu gladly lied back on his bed at night and wondered when he’d get to take part in the tournament. That was when Cheng Zhuo hastily came back and inquired, “I heard what happened. You must be upset.”
“Why’s that?”
“Everyone is saying we have a turd for a Heaven Stage disciple that not even the two tyrants wanted to recruit. I just found out they were referring to you.”
Mu Yu sat up and shrugged. “I couldn’t care less.”
“You should! Let me stress again: they will ostracise you if you’re not on either side and rob you of your monthly spirit stones. Heaven Stage disciples receive a hundred spirit stones, five Lesser Heaven formation foundations and two Heaven Stage formation foundations per month. You’ll be robbed of it all if nobody is backing you.”
“Are you serious?”
Cheng Zhuo held his finger up to his lips, then jogged to the windows and shut them. He whispered, “Luo Feilong and Ji Wenkai pretty much have a monopoly over Heaven Stage disciples’ resources. We’re supposed to receive six Lesser Heaven formation foundations, but they take one. They’re necessary for practice; the fewer we have, the less practice we get. You might not even get one at this rate.”
“No wonder why hardly anyone improves and we lose the tournament every year. Don’t the seniors do anything about them? How many Heaven Stage disciples are suffering because of them?!”
“It’s an unwritten rule between us. Plus, those two have the best chances of becoming Greater Heaven Stage disciples. One Greater Heaven Stage disciple is worth dozens of us. The upper echelon turn a blind eye to it because they have high hopes for the two. What can you do in a survival-of-the-fittest world?”
“Survival of the fittest, yes, but that doesn’t mean we overlook such despicable behaviour. You can’t develop a sect with only one or two people. It’s a team effort. Sure, it’s fine to have a few ultra-capable ones. Sacrificing everyone for those one or two is the epitome of idiocy, though. This is only going to create a bigger discrepancy between the superior and inferior. This is common sense. There’s no better evidence than the state the sect is in right now. If it was working, the two would’ve already moved up in the world. All they’ve done is robbed everyone else of a chance to advance.”
“I get it. Unfortunately, what can I do? I can’t change anything flapping my gums.”
Mu Yu didn’t want to involve himself in the mess when it was none of his business.
“Don’t worry. Let me know if you ever need anything. I’m no authority, but I do have some influence amongst us Heaven Stage disciples. I’ll take care of you for free,” expressed Cheng Zhuo.
Xiaoshuai, who was feasting on meat buns he stole from the dining hall, spat his food out and laughed hysterically. “Bro, you need to be good enough to first!”
“Have a meat bun.” Mu Yu shoved a meat bun into Xiaoshuai’s mouth.
Cheng Zhuo queried, “Spirit beasts that can speak are rare. What’s his skill?”
“Him? He’s an eating and sleeping technician. He’s just an odd rat,” Mu Yu said with a grin.
“I’m n-“
Mu Yu stuffed Xiaoshuai’s mouth with another meat bun.
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