4: Chapter 4: A Ruthless Move, Swatting the Fly!

Yes, from their perspective, the Chu Xiao before them had changed.

He was no longer that dejected piece of trash who kept his head lowered all day, eyes turbid, carrying an air of resignation.

"What is it? Haven't seen me for a few days, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Chu Xiao spoke indifferently, his voice steady.

Hearing this, Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat for no reason; he narrowed his eyes and carefully scrutinized Chu Xiao.

But no matter how he looked at him, the other party was still just a Utility Disciple.

He couldn't even feel a shred of Spiritual Qi fluctuation on his body.

That's right, it must be that his eyes were playing tricks on him!

What kind of waves could a piece of trash stuck at the fourth level of Qi Refining for eight years possibly make?

He must have been hiding in his room for a few days, acting mysterious, trying to scare him!

Thinking of this, Wang Meng's courage returned, and the fat on his Face bunched up into a sinister grin: "Heh, playing pretend, do you want to die? The old rules, hand over the Medicinal Pill issued by the Sect this month!"

"That's right! You surnamed Chu, don't refuse to give us Face!"

Another tall and sturdy lackey also came back to his senses, pointing at Chu Xiao's nose and cursing, "Brother Wang Meng is willing to accept your Medicinal Pill, that is giving you Face! Hand it over quickly, or you'll have a hard time today!"

The old rules...

Hearing these three words, Chu Xiao's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.

This Wang Meng was a Disciple who had joined the Sect in the same batch as him.

Eight years ago, they had even attended classes under the same Outer Sect Elder.

It was just that Wang Meng's Aptitude was decent, and he quickly stood out, while he, Chu Xiao, became a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.

When did it start?

Probably five years ago, when Wang Meng made a Breakthrough to the fifth level of Qi Refining, while he was still struggling at the second level.

From that day on, Wang Meng set his sights on him, and every month on the day the Medicinal Pill was issued, he would arrive on time for his "tribute."

At first, Chu Xiao had resisted.

He remembered the clearest time, which was three years ago.

That time, he had finally managed to save up a few contribution points and wanted to exchange them for a rudimentary Cultivation Technique, so he wanted to keep that month's Small Origin Pill.

As a result, Wang Meng brought people and blocked him directly on the way back to his room.

That time, his arms were brutally broken by Wang Meng, and he lay on the bed like a dead dog for a full two months.

If it weren't for a will of unwillingness and a Transmigrationer's Mental Energy that far exceeded that of a normal person, he would have survived.

He would have probably died in that broken thatched hut long ago.

It was precisely that serious injury that caused his already blocked Meridians to suffer even more damage, causing his cultivation to completely stagnate at the fourth level of Qi Refining, with no further progress.

It could be said that at least thirty percent of his miserable experience over these eight years was thanks to this Wang Meng before him!

Seeing that Chu Xiao didn't speak, the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked Disciple immediately stepped forward and scolded, "You brat, what are you pretending for here?"

"We told you to hand over the Medicinal Pill, are you deaf?"

"Telling you to hand over the Medicinal Pill is giving you Face!"

Speaking of this, the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked Disciple immediately began to flatter his master: "Brother Wang Meng is a Genius of our Outer Sect. In eight years, he has cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining. Such talent is not inferior to those Inner Sect Disciple Geniuses!"

Of course, while saying this, he did not forget to step on Chu Xiao, "Unlike some people who are still a piece of trash at the fourth level of Qi Refining after eight years; it's simply feeding the Medicinal Pill to a dog!"

"Hahaha, you're wrong about that!"

The tall and sturdy lackey laughed in a rough voice: "If a dog ate the Medicinal Pill, it might even gain a few pounds of meat! This piece of trash eats it and it's completely useless! In my opinion, the Sect issuing him the Medicinal Pill is purely a waste!"

"It would be better to offer it to Brother Wang Meng. When Brother Wang Meng becomes an Inner Sect Disciple or even a True Disciple in the future, your Medicinal Pills could be considered a contribution!"

"That is only natural!"

They sang in harmony, making no effort to hide their smugness and disdain for Chu Xiao.

In their view, the weak should be plundered; this was a heaven-sent Law.

Listening to this grating flattery and mockery.

Chu Xiao was not angry at all; instead, he laughed.

He looked at the self-satisfied Wang Meng and spoke slowly: "Wang Meng, let me calculate an account for you."

"Every month, the Sect issues three Small Origin Pills."

"Over the past five years, you have taken no less than one hundred and fifty from me."

"I heard that there are seven or eight other Junior Brothers like me who are 'tribute' to you. Even if each person was only robbed by you for three years, that adds up to over a thousand Medicinal Pills."

Chu Xiao's voice was very soft, yet it clearly entered the ears of the three of them.

"Over a thousand Small Origin Pills, plus your own share, it totals nearly two thousand. With so many Medicinal Pills piled up for a full eight years."

Speaking of this, the smile on Chu Xiao's Face became playful. He looked Wang Meng up and down, shook his head, and his tone was full of mockery:

"Using one thousand Small Origin Pills, spending eight years, just to barely pile up to the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Wang Meng, oh Wang Meng, you tell me, if I found a dog and fed it Medicinal Pills as its meals every day, in eight years, wouldn't it have made a Breakthrough too?"

"Your Aptitude is probably not even as good as a dog's."

Once these words were spoken, the whole world seemed to go quiet for a moment.

The smiles on the Faces of the two lackeys instantly froze, and they looked at Chu Xiao in disbelief.

As if they were looking at a madman.

And Wang Meng, the sinister grin on his Face first froze, then slowly turned iron-blue, and finally became so gloomy that it seemed water could drip from it.

"What... did... you... say?"

Word by word, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, every word carrying a chill.

Not even as good as a dog!

These five words completely threw his Face onto the ground.

And rubbed it frantically!

He had always been proud of his cultivation speed and viewed trash like Chu Xiao as ants.

Enjoying the pleasure that came from trampling on the other party's dignity.

But today, this ant in his eyes actually dared to openly tear off his fig leaf and say he was not even as good as a dog!

This was a humiliating disgrace he could absolutely not tolerate!

"Good... very good!" Wang Meng laughed in extreme anger, his Face twisted with rage: "Chu Xiao, it seems that because I haven't dealt with you for a few days, the bones of this piece of trash are itchy again!"

"Today, not only will I take your Medicinal Pill, I will also smash every bone in your body inch by inch, and let you know that trash should have the appearance of trash!"

Before the words had even finished, Wang Meng suddenly stepped forward!

"Boom!"

The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, and a tyrannical Aura erupted.

The Spiritual Qi of the sixth level of Qi Refining surged within his body, gathering on his right fist, emitting a crackling sound.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Meng roared, and punched out!

With this punch, he held nothing back, carrying the full power of the sixth level of Qi Refining. The wind from the fist whistled, creating a clear white wave of air in the air, heading straight for Chu Xiao's Face!

He seemed to already see that in the next second, Chu Xiao's detestable Face would be a bloody mess, and his whole body would fly backward like a kite with a broken string, wailing and begging for mercy on the ground.

The two lackeys were even more full of schadenfreude.

They had even begun to calculate how to divide the three Small Origin Pills of this month after Wang Meng crippled Chu Xiao.

However, facing this punch that was powerful enough to crack stone monuments.

On Chu Xiao's Face, there was still the calmness of an ancient well without ripples.

He didn't even move his feet an inch; just at the moment Wang Meng's fist was about to hit him, he lifted his right hand in an equally plain and unremarkable way and met it with a punch.

There was no Spiritual Qi fluctuation, no terrifying Aura, just like a Mortal, waving his hand casually.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing this, a trace of cruel pleasure flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

In the next instant, the two disproportionately sized fists collided in the air!

"Crack—!!!"

The sound of bone shattering that he had expected rang out.

But, that sound did not come from Chu Xiao!

A shrill, miserable howl suddenly burst from Wang Meng's throat!

At the moment the two fists made contact, a terrifying, massive force that he could not resist at all pressed towards him like a mountain!

His protective Spiritual Qi was as fragile as a layer of window paper, and it was instantly torn to shreds!

Immediately after, his fist, which he was proud of, began to break inch by inch starting from the finger bones.

Then it was his wrist, forearm, upper arm... That force was unstoppable, moving all the way up his arm, shattering all the bones in his entire right arm into powder!

"Pfft!"

Wang Meng's body was struck as if by lightning, his whole person like a tattered sack hit by a giant beast running at high speed.

He sprayed blood mixed with pieces of internal organs from his mouth, his feet left the ground, and he flew backward!

"Boom!"

His body flew over the courtyard wall, flew dozens of meters away, and slammed heavily onto a huge rock, emitting a teeth-aching thud.

Cracks instantly appeared on the rock.

And Wang Meng slid down from it like a pile of mud, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out completely.

The whole world was deathly silent.

The schadenfreude on the Faces of the two lackeys was still frozen on their Faces, their mouths open wide enough to fit a watermelon.

They stared blankly at their boss, who was lying in a pool of blood, life or death unknown.

Then they turned their heads mechanically to look at Chu Xiao, who was still standing at the doorway, slowly withdrawing his fist.

In the sunlight, Chu Xiao's figure was drawn out very long.

He was still as calm as before, as if he had just casually swatted a buzzing fly to death a moment ago.