Free Web NovelChapter 206: Chapter 199: We’ve Toiled in the Demon Sect for So Long for Nothing
Ye Longtao lay in the crater, listening to the speech that twisted black and white. The angrier he got, the more he struggled to breathe, nearly passing out on the spot.
He finally understood.
This Eldest Brother was on Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi’s side!
No wonder!
’It must be because of Su Ling’er’s status as the "Holy Daughter"!’
’And that Wang Xiedi!’
’No wonder he was acting so tough. Turns out Eldest Brother promised him a "ghost bride"!’
At this thought, a sense of absurd contempt welled up inside him.
’How could he bring himself to do it!’
’And you—who do you think you are to call me your junior brother?’
’And what was that nonsense about every suppression being a success?’
’Dong Changsheng, right? I, Ye Longtao, will remember you!’
But as his gaze shifted, he saw Eldest Brother turn his head to face Dong Changsheng.
He watched, a little confused.
Only Eldest Brother’s lips curled into a smirk as he slowly raised his arm!
Dong Changsheng was completely oblivious.
His mind was racing. ’My speech both carried out Eldest Brother’s will and highlighted my own importance!’
’Eldest Brother really does value me!’
’More importantly, someone else has recognized my theory!’
’It’s all thanks to my principled words and actions, my upright and honest conduct. With a clear conscience, I knew the heavens wouldn’t be bli—’ SLAP!
A sharp crack drowned out all other noise, shattering every thought in his head.
Lin Qingfeng’s palm cut through the air and landed squarely on Dong Changsheng’s left cheek.
Before anyone could react, Lin Qingfeng flicked his wrist, and his other palm followed.
His arms crisscrossed in a blur, whipping up gusts of wind.
The afterimages of the slaps merged into one as a continuous series of cracks echoed across his face.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP-SLAP!
"I’ll give you something to be grateful for!"
"I’ll give you a ladder to lay!"
"You said you should be most grateful to me, right?!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP-SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP-SLAP!
"A fortuitous encounter I personally arranged for you, was it?!"
"Let me be the stepping stone to your success right now!"
"I’ll make you grateful for every suppression!"
Bloody foam sprayed from Dong Changsheng’s mouth and nose, and a tooth flew through the air, mixed with saliva.
Both of his cheeks swelled at a visible rate, the skin splitting as the outlines of his eye sockets and cheekbones quickly vanished into a mass of purple and blue.
SLAP!
Lin Qingfeng delivered a final, muffled-sounding backhand.
A half-strangled whimper escaped Dong Changsheng’s throat as his feet left the ground. His body traced a parabola through the air before slamming into the crater, rolling to a stop right next to Ye Longtao.
There was now another twitching body in the large crater.
Lin Qingfeng shook his slightly numb hand and looked down into the crater.
He saw Dong Changsheng’s eyelids were so swollen he could barely force them open a crack.
In that crack, the previous gratitude was gone, replaced by an irrepressible rage deep within his pupils.
"That’s more like it."
Confirming that the look in his eyes had changed, Lin Qingfeng averted his gaze. He felt as if he had exhaled a breath of stale air, relieving some stress while also clearing the kid’s system cache.
’Perfect!’
...
Meanwhile, Su Ling’er and the other undercover disciples at the edge of the field were frozen in place, their mouths hanging open.
’Wait... Eldest Brother, what the hell are you doing?!’
’Didn’t you just tell Mr. Dong to go "instruct" Ye Longtao?’
’How could you turn around and beat him up too?!’
’You change your mind faster than you can flip a page!’
’He really is a temperamental demon!’
’So tyrannical! So cruel!’
Ye Longtao, lying on the other side of the crater, was stunned at first. Then he saw Dong Changsheng roll to a stop beside him.
Seeing the other’s misfortune, his lips stretched into an uncontrollable grin, pulling at the wounds on his face. He hissed in pain but let out a low, guttural chuckle.
’Serves you right!’
’That’s what you get for spouting all that nonsense at me!’
’Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it!’
The gazes from the crowd, a mixture of shock and confusion, were fixed on Lin Qingfeng.
He shifted his stance, raised a hand to his mouth, and cleared his throat twice.
"Ahem, I was just... setting up a small obstacle on Mr. Dong’s path of Cultivation."
"You all, don’t get the wrong idea."
He gave the crater one last glance, and after confirming that Dong Changsheng no longer wore a grateful expression, he began to announce the day’s arrangements.
"Today, everyone is to stop their current tasks! You are only permitted to accept four types of chores from the service depot: sweeping, fetching water, chopping firewood, and cutting bamboo!"
"Every single one of you must work for a full twelve hours today! I will be watching personally!"
Hearing this, Ye Longtao and Dong Changsheng, still lying in the crater, felt a tense string inside them suddenly go slack.
It was as if their pain-wracked bodies had found a reason to catch their breath.
Ye Longtao, especially, sneered inwardly.
’As expected. Even if Su Ling’er became the "Holy Daughter" and reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, this bunch of outer-sect trash is only fit for menial chores like sweeping and fetching water!’
’I’ll just rest and heal today, and watch them make fools of themselves.’
After finishing his announcement, Lin Qingfeng turned to leave, but then he paused and looked back.
"Oh, right."
His gaze shifted, locking onto the two men in the crater.
"Dong Changsheng. Ye Longtao."
"You are responsible for healing the men you injured. Go and treat them."
"In one hour, I want to see both of them accepting the sweeping and water-fetching tasks."
At these words, Ye Longtao sucked in a sharp breath!
’I have dual Spirit Roots!’
’My Cultivation is at the peak of the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment!’
’And you’re making me... do that kind of menial labor?!’
’How dare you humiliate me like this?!’
Meanwhile, Su Ling’er, Wang Xiedi, and the other undercover disciples looked at each other in dismay.
They stared at Lin Qingfeng’s departing back, their thoughts buzzing like a scattered beehive.
’No way?!’
’Ye Longtao is one thing, but didn’t you injure Mr. Dong yourself?!’
’You beat him into that state, and now you’re telling us to pay for his treatment out of our own pockets?!’
’And heal him within an hour?!’
’Gods! How many good medicinal pills will that take?!’
’All this time, we’ve been slaving away like cattle in this demonic sect, saving every single Spirit Stone we could just to trade for a few pills. Now we have to throw them all away?!’
’All our hard work in this demonic sect will have been for nothing!!!’
...
「Meanwhile, in Li Chunfeng’s bamboo cottage, all was quiet.」
In his sleep, he seemed to vaguely hear a series of "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" sounds from outside, accompanied by some muffled roars and groans.
He smacked his lips, rolled over, and the Wooden Sword in his hand still instinctively went "CLANG!" as it completed a draw-and-sheathe motion.
"Mmm... who’s that now?"
"So early in the morning, and they’ve already started linking up..."
"Don’t tell me... it’s Wang Xiedi flexing his depression again?"
"Sigh, so sleepy... just a little more sleep."
He mumbled to himself, hugged his Wooden Sword, and fell back into a deep sleep, while the "CLANG!" sounds continued without stopping.
...
「An hour later.」
Before the Transmission Hall, figures milled about.
Lin Qingfeng stood on the steps of the hall, his gaze sweeping over every disciple below him. He nodded in satisfaction.
’Very good.’
’The NPCs have all arrived.’
