Let This Be a Lesson to Others
“That’s worse than daylight robbery!” Xiaoshuai raged.
“We are powerless to do anything besides obey,” lamented the elder, pocketing the five copper coins.
“Wait here, Elder,” instructed Mu Yu.
The hubristic youth in yellow, Zhang Ba, berated, “What do you ordinary folks need spirit stones for? You should be grateful to even receive a copper.”
“Senior Brother Zhang, you are absolutely right. Ordinary folks are no different to domestic animals to us,” voiced the fellow Mystic Spirit Sect member, Liu Zhi.
“Exactly. I like you. I’ll tell my grandpa to permit you into our inner court disciple ranks.”
Ecstatic he would have the chance to receive preferential treatment in all facets as an inner-court disciple, Liu Zhi bowed his head to the ground. “Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang. Please let me know if I can ever be of any use to you.”
“Get up. Get up. My grandpa is right inside. I’ll speak to him when I get a chance.”
“Did you just rip off an elder who exchanged a hundred spirit stones?” Mu Yu questioned upon entering Ultimate Immortals Hall.
“Who are you?” brayed Zhang Ba.
“The owner of the one hundred spirit stones.”
“Yours? It’s mine now. What can you do about it?”
“Hand over the proper amount,” Mu Yu demanded.
“Who do you think you are to give me that attitude?”
“Not the trash that you are.”
Liu Zhi jumped at the opportunity to polish Zhang Ba’s boots, blustering, “Do you realise you’re speaking to the grandson of Mystic Spirit Sect’s Daoist Zhan Lang? Kowtow now if you want to be spared!”
Mishearing Daoist Zhan Lang, Daoist Wolf Slayer, as Daoist Zhang Lang, Xiaoshuai commented, “Who calls themselves Daoist Spider? Do you have a Daoist Rat?”
Liu Zhi cut in before Zhang Ba could flip out, saying, “Senior Brother, I shall teach them a lesson.”
“I’ll handle him. Winning when I have a size disadvantage just feels good.” Xiaoshuai finished his last hawthorn and then, in one swift motion, paired with a childish smile, lodge the skewer in Liu Zhi’s hand. Xiaoshuai then discharged a spurt of energy, blowing Liu Zhi into a wall and letting the skewer pin Liu Zhi to said wall.
Learning he was weaker, Zhang Ba threatened, “J-just you wait.”
“I can kill him, yeah? Saves us the trouble of beating him a second time.” Xiaoshuai took out another skewer of hawthorns to eat.
“My grandpa is an Ascension Realm Second Layer elder of Mystic Spirit Sect! You still have time to beg for mercy!”
“I see.” Mu Yu simpered.
Xiaoshuai projectile spat a hawthorn aimed at Zhang Ba’s throat. Unfortunately, a yellow barrier deflected the hawthorn.
Sounding condescending, Zhang Ba scoffed, “That’s what I thought.”
“Oh, not bad.” Xiaoshuai pulled the same stunt again, though he amped up the velocity to penetrate the barrier. “You know what spiders are for? For me to whack to death. Call your grandpa out here.”
“You asked for it!” Zhang Ba crushed a jade piece in his hand, summoning Ascension Realm qi.
“Who dares hurt my grandson?!” roared Daoist Zhang Lang, appearing with a condescending posture similar to his grandson.
“Grandpa, they threatened to kill me!”
Daoist Zhan Lang caressed Zhang Ba’s forehead. “I happened to just learn a secret technique, and it looks like I can test it on you. I’ll steal your cultivation for my grandson.”
“What secret technique did you learn, Grandpa?!”
“A soul style technique that Third Heaven Palace’s lord imparted to me. You can absorb people’s souls to enhance your cultivation. That way, you won’t need me to protect you all the time.”
“Kill them now, then, Grandpa!”
“You two came here with death wishes, so I shall grant them.”
“Nah, we came here to smear your face with crap,” Xiaoshuai responded.
“Ba’er, tell me how you want me to kill them: shall I erase their cultivation or amputate their four limbs? We only need their souls. We’ve already killed a bunch of dullards who decided to challenge us, and it looks like I’ll have to kill these two to remind people who the law is around here!”
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