"You... Hmph! Do you think Senior Sister Xiao Yue will believe you? So many people have no issues, yet you're the only one with a problem?" The servant disciple squinted his eyes, his gaze growing increasingly unfriendly.
"Do you really think that if Senior Sister Xiao Yue questions it, the others will still say nothing?" Su Shi'er grinned, his eyes sweeping over the other disciples before turning to walk straight out the door.
In the courtyard, the others' eyes lit up, some feeling tempted.
Losing several pills for no reason would upset anyone.
However, they didn't have the courage of Su Shi'er. But if Su Shi'er took the lead, they wouldn't mind saying a bit more.
The servant disciple noticed the reactions of the others and felt a jolt of panic.
Xiao Yue was known for her integrity and kindness, and as the granddaughter of the Peak Lord, she held a high status on Luofu Peak. If she found out about this, his days would be difficult.
"Alright, let's talk this over! Here's a bottle of pills for you!" He glared at Su Shi'er with hatred, thought for a moment, and decided it was better to keep things quiet. If this really blew up, it wouldn't be good for him. Resolute, he pulled out a bottle of pills and tossed it to Su Shi'er.
Su Shi'er frowned, opened the bottle, and saw only ten pills inside. He snorted coldly, "Only ten?"
"Kid, these are ten high-grade pills. Forget thirty, these are worth fifty low-grade pills." The servant disciple said irritably, acting as if he had suffered a great loss, though his eyes glinted with malice.
Hmph, I'll let you hold onto them for now. Once we leave the Pill Pavilion, I'll deal with you.
"If I remember correctly, the sect rules clearly state that each new disciple receives three bottles a year, which is thirty Foundation Pills!" Su Shi'er snorted coldly, staring at the other, unmoved.
He didn't know what the other was planning, but instinctively felt that the offer was too straightforward to be good.
After weighing it in his mind, he felt the other's strength wasn't very strong and relaxed.
For him, with the mysterious Pill Furnace in hand, the quality of the pills was irrelevant; quantity was key.
"Kid, don't push it!" The servant disciple glared at Su Shi'er, flipping the table in front of him in anger.
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He just wanted to get rid of Su Shi'er for now and settle accounts later. Unfortunately, the extra pills had already been secretly sold off. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used discarded pills to make up the numbers.
"Push it? I'm just asking for what's rightfully mine! Since you're unwilling to give it, let's have Senior Sister Xiao Yue talk to you!"
Su Shi'er pursed his lips, speaking bluntly. After speaking, he collected the discarded pills and the bottle of high-grade pills and walked straight out.
But the servant disciple, seeing this, was unwilling to let him go, glaring at Su Shi'er with eyes full of fury.
"Kid, since you're asking for it, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Today, I'll show you what a cultivator's strength is."
The servant disciple spoke each word with hatred. At the same time, he mobilized the thin True Essence within him, forming seals with his hands.
Immediately, a fist-sized fireball appeared in front of him.
"Go!"
With a muffled grunt, the servant disciple propelled the fireball with True Essence, sending it hurtling towards Su Shi'er's back.
Such an attack wasn't lethal but could cause serious injury.
The servant disciple squinted, a cold smile on his lips.
After all, he was a Qi Refining stage cultivator, dealing with a few disciples who had joined less than half a year ago should be a piece of cake.
"Is this the Fire Control technique recorded in the books? It's unbelievable! That little beggar is doomed!"
"Serves him right, Senior Brother already gave him ten high-grade pills, and he wasn't satisfied!"
"Luckily, I didn't provoke this Senior Brother earlier, or I'd be in trouble now!"
...
Watching the fireball streak through the air, everyone's expressions changed dramatically. They had just learned basic literacy and hadn't even started formal cultivation.
To them, the servant disciple's method seemed like an immortal's technique.
The next second, their eyes fell on Su Shi'er, filled with sympathy, while they secretly felt relieved.
Although Su Shi'er had his back to the opponent, he had been on guard from the start.
Hearing the commotion, True Essence surged within him.
As he turned, seeing the fireball speeding towards him, he decisively formed seals with his hands.
"Summon Wind! Go!"
Su Shi'er calmly uttered, and a fierce wind suddenly arose.
The wind howled past, heading straight for the servant disciple. In the air, it met the fireball.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the fireball was blown apart by the wind, turning into a shower of sparks, which the wind swept back towards the servant disciple.
"What?!"
This scene made everyone in the courtyard gasp in shock.
Especially Zhu Hanwei and the other two who came with Su Shi'er, they were utterly stunned.
Half a year ago, they were all on the same starting line. Now, Su Shi'er had become so powerful?
"Impossible! You... you're actually a Qi Refining cultivator?!"
The servant disciple's eyes widened in shock.
Though he was at the first level of the Qi Refining stage, he was lax in practice and only had a superficial grasp of techniques.
Before he could react, the scattered sparks burned his face, and under the force of the wind, he was blown back, crashing hard into a large pillar behind him.
"Hmph, didn't you want to show me a cultivator's strength? Is this it?"
Su Shi'er snorted coldly, continuing to form seals with his hands, a fist-sized fireball floating in the air.
The fireball danced lightly, emitting intense heat, clearly more solid than the one the other had just used.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Shi'er, spare me! I know I was wrong, I'll make sure to repay the Foundation Pills I owe you!" The servant disciple was so frightened that his face turned pale. Before Su Shi'er could act, he fell to his knees, begging for mercy.
In the cultivation world, the strong are respected, and the capable are teachers.
The titles and seniority among cultivators aren't solely determined by age and entry time.
A strong cultivator, even if young, often has a respectable seniority!
Like Su Shi'er, who was originally a newcomer. Though the other entered earlier, now that Su Shi'er was stronger and the other needed him, he naturally called him Senior Brother.
These details were briefly mentioned in the sect rules, so Su Shi'er wasn't surprised.
"Where are the pills?" Su Shi'er didn't really intend to kill him, dispersing the technique, and asked coldly.
"I really don't have any right now!" The servant disciple said with a mournful face. Seeing Su Shi'er about to use the technique again, he quickly shouted:
"Wait, Senior Brother, don't be hasty. I just don't have them at the moment. Give me ten days, and I'll personally deliver them to the Discarded Pill Room. I promise they'll all be high-grade Foundation Pills, and I'll add ten extra as an apology."
"Are you really that generous?" Su Shi'er squinted, scrutinizing him with suspicion.
The man's quick change of face made him feel something was off.