After quickly dealing with his opponent using the Eighteen Yujing Styles, Yu Wuyong picked a new opponent and said to him, “Do you also want to test my, Wuyong's, worth?”
“Yujing Flash!”
With a backward leap, he dodged his enemy's attack and said in a deep voice, “In this world, there is nothing that I, Wuyong, cannot achieve.”
After saying this, he stole a glance at Bai Yujing, thinking to himself, Senior Brother Bai must be deeply gratified right now. He might even be thinking that his legacy has been passed on, or perhaps even thinking, “This youth takes after me.”
Meanwhile, everyone around him—whether from the Liu family or the Martial Academy—slowed their movements. They looked at him in sheer horror, then stole glances at the expressionless Bai Yujing.
Are you serious, bro? The real deal is standing right here, and you dare to pull this crap?!
“Hahaha!” Instead of killing enemies, Zhou Ziruo leaned closer to Bai Yujing, laughing so hard she was doubled over. “Look, Senior Brother, look! It's Little Yujing! Hahaha!”
Just wait until I switch back to my Yi Wangyou account and see how I mess with you... Zhuang Xun gave Zhou Ziruo a deep, meaningful look.
Zhuang Xun did not speak.
Xu Jianxing, however, barked in displeasure, “Hey, you disciple over there! Is Senior Brother someone you're worthy of imitating?!”
“Impudent!” Yu Wuyong barked back, completely unfazed. “You dare say that I, Little Yujing, am unworthy of imitating Senior Brother Bai? Who under heaven doesn't know that I, Wuyong, resemble Senior Brother Bai the most?!”
“Huh? Even I don't dare call myself Little Yujing, yet you have the nerve to call yourself that?!” Xu Jianxing was enraged, gritting his teeth.
Zhou Ziruo chimed in with a laugh, “Then Senior Brother Xu can call himself Middle Yujing! That way, our Martial Academy will have Large, Middle, and Small—mph.”
She instantly covered her mouth, thinking, Oh no, oh no. I think I misspoke. Senior Brother wouldn't be angry, right? She stole a glance at Bai Yujing.
You're finished. I'm going to eat all of your treasured snacks!
Far away in the Posuo Hall, Zhuang Xun controlled Yi Wangyou to barge into Zhou Ziruo's loft. Without a word, he began rummaging through chests and cupboards, eating whatever he found. Behind him, Zhou Ziruo's three personal maidservants followed, trying desperately to persuade him otherwise.
“Young Master! Please stop eating! Please stop eating!”
Back at the Liu Manor.
Zhou Ziruo suddenly felt an ominous premonition, though she dismissed it as merely a lingering unease from realizing she had misspoken.
She stealthily sidled up to Bai Yujing and asked tentatively, “Senior Brother, what are you thinking about?”
Hunting down your snacks!
Zhuang Xun said indifferently, “If Junior Sister Zhou has the leisure to chat with me, you might as well kill a few more Shengxue Cultists to make a contribution to the Martial Academy.”
“Blehh, got it.” Zhou Ziruo made a face at Bai Yujing, then obediently went back to killing enemies.
She had learned this trick from Yi Wangyou.
Every time Yi Wangyou caused trouble and made a face, her anger toward him would lessen significantly.
If she stole and used it herself, it should work on Senior Brother as well.
Will Senior Brother find me cute? Oh my, this is so embarrassing... Zhou Ziruo darted back and forth through the crowd, moving as gracefully as if she were dancing.
Oh, you still dare to provoke me?
“Young Master, you really can't eat anymore. You'll get a stomachache if you keep going,” the three maidservants pleaded bitterly, watching Yi Wangyou sit on the floor, stuffing various pastries into his mouth.
“The Little Overlord will eat whatever he wants! You guys eat some too! Also, bring all of Zhou Ziruo's snacks to me, the Little Overlord!”
...
Yang Ling had listened to Xu Jianxing and Yu Wuyong bickering over who deserved the title of Little Yujing for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but shout:
“Do you think this is a game?!”
“Huh? You call fighting for the title of Little Yujing a game?!” Xu Jianxing and Yu Wuyong instantly stopped bickering and turned their combined fire toward Yang Ling.
The three of them then fell into a heated argument. During the dispute, Xu Jianxing dragged Zhou Ziruo into it on the grounds of disrespecting their senior brother, adding one more person to the fray.
“Everyone, please stop fighting,” Lin Qingsu, who had a delicate frame and pale skin, gathered her courage and pleaded.
What a bunch of weirdos. We're in the middle of a life-and-death battle, and they're actually bickering.
Speechless, Zhuang Xun said indifferently, “You lot over there—if even a single Shengxue Cultist escapes, none of you are going back tonight.”
Instantly, the arguing ceased. The four who had just been bickering switched to their battle faces in a split second, throwing themselves into the slaughter with all their might.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingsu, who had just gathered her courage to mediate, froze in place, her eyes gradually turning red.
Why am I so unlucky? I barely said anything, and Senior Brother scolded me... The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She had only spoken up to stop the fight, yet she ended up getting punished along with them. This was too unfair!
She wiped away her tears, sobbing as she pulled small throwing darts from her bosom and flung them at the enemies.
Holy crap, we even have a Crying Battle God... Zhuang Xun's mouth hung slightly open. He felt that the Martial Academy truly had too many talents, each with their own unique quirks.
And there's one who's completely lost... He looked at Shi Kaishan, who was wandering aimlessly through the crowd, finding the sight hilarious.
Shi Kaishan was massive. Standing in the most crowded area without actually fighting made him incredibly conspicuous, and everyone quickly noticed him.
Xu Jianxing slitted an opponent's throat with his sword, then looked over at Shi Kaishan and shouted, “Junior Brother Shi, fight! Why are you just standing there like an idiot?”
“Huh? What?” Shi Kaishan scratched his head.
“Don't just stand there. Fight!”
“Fight?” Shi Kaishan looked around in confusion. “Where?”
Xu Jianxing clicked his tongue. “Right here!”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“...”
Losing his patience, Xu Jianxing ignored him.
Slicing down an opponent, Yang Ling spared a moment to call out, “Junior Brother Shi, at your three o'clock on your left! Punch him!”
“Huh? Oh, okay.” Shi Kaishan looked around but couldn't figure out where his left was. Instead, he randomly grabbed someone and hoisted him up by the collar.
“Senior Brother Yang, is it this one?”
“Senior Brother Shi! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!” the disciple dangling from Shi Kaishan's grip shrieked in terror.
Yang Ling fell silent.
Xu Jianxing couldn't bear to look.
Yu Wuyong kept reciting the Yujing quotations.
Zhou Ziruo laughed non-stop.
Lin Qingsu sobbed.
And Shi Kaishan still stood frozen on the spot, utterly clueless as to what he should do.
Zhuang Xun sighed inwardly, Our Martial Academy is truly teeming with talents.
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