Look at this hand, doesn't it look like a big slap?

"You can't just say whatever you want. We didn't bully Lin Zhen; it was just a few Outer Sect Senior Brothers out of good intentions testing his progress in his Cultivation Technique. It's perfectly normal to have some bumps and bruises during the process. It won't do any good even if you report this to Elder Mo."

Wang Luchuan had a cold sneer on his lips, looking completely undaunted.

"As for you, you're just a waste with a Four Spiritual Roots at best. You only dare to act all high and mighty in front of this Young Master because you've been Cultivating for a few days longer. You really don't know what's good for you."

At this point, his expression gradually became fierce:

"Since you want an explanation, fine. As long as you kneel down, kowtow, and beg for mercy now, this Young Master will reluctantly forgive you for offending me last time."

"Otherwise, I'll make it so you can't survive in the Outer Sect, just like Lin Zhen!"

At this time, the Outer Sect Disciples accompanying Wang Luchuan also began to jeer and cheer:

"That's right, hurry up and honestly kowtow to apologize to Young Master Wang, or else you'll be in for it!"

"Hehehe, Young Master Wang, why don't you let me 'test' if this Junior Brother's introductory Cultivation Technique is up to scratch..."

...

Facing these taunts, Qi Yuan's emotions didn't fluctuate in the slightest; he only let out a soft sigh:

"Even though there's no reward this time, I still want to bully you weaklings. What should I do?"

Then, he gently raised his right hand and said unhurriedly:

"Look at this hand. Doesn't it look like a big slap?"

"What nonsense is this guy talking?"

"Kid, you're looking for death!"

Seeing Qi Yuan's provocative actions and words, those Outer Sect Disciples with cultivation were all filled with rage and prepared to strike.

Slap!

Wang Luchuan, amidst the crowd, felt a blur before his eyes as a burning pain suddenly erupted on his face. He subconsciously touched his cheek, then his whole body stiffened, and he fell straight to his knees on the ground.

Realizing his current posture, Wang Luchuan's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly tried to stand up, only to find his knees seemed rooted to the ground; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up.

Facing such a bizarre situation, Wang Luchuan was shaken to his core and couldn't help but cry out in alarm:

"What on earth did you do to me? Why can't I get up?"

Qi Yuan was already standing before him at some point. He calmly withdrew his palm and replied with very little sincerity:

"I don't know. Maybe I didn't control my strength well and slapped you into a cramp."

Hearing this, Wang Luchuan was instantly consumed by rage and shouted:

"What are you all still standing there for? Give this bastard a good lesson for me! And hurry up and help me up."

Because it happened so suddenly, only then did his companions snap back to their senses. They hurriedly went forward to support Wang Luchuan, while the three Outer Sect Disciples at the Qi Refinement Stage aggressively surrounded Qi Yuan:

"How dare you strike Young Master Wang! I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

As they spoke, the three of them surrounded Qi Yuan in the middle, each performing hand seals, preparing to cast spells.

However, before they could release them, Qi Yuan moved first, his speed as fast as a flash of lightning.

In the next moment.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The protective True Qi of the Qi Refinement Stage was easily crushed by his fists like paper. All three groaned in pain as they were sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. They clutched their ribs, unable to crawl back up for a long time.

Looking at the three groaning on the ground, Qi Yuan smiled slightly, secretly marveling at how his control over his Physical Body strength was becoming increasingly perfect.

Currently being inside Falling Cloud Valley, it wasn't good to cause any deaths. Breaking a few ribs could still be explained as a lack of control during a duel between fellow Disciples, but any heavier hand would surely lead to a lot of trouble.

So, the hardest part of this move wasn't whether he could win, but how to avoid killing these three people...

"What's going on?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Luchuan, who was still kneeling on the ground, was dumbstruck, seemingly unable to believe his eyes.

Without using a trace of True Qi, relying solely on Physical Body strength to knock down three Cultivators who were at least at the Fifth level of Qi Refining—one of whom was a seventh-level expert—was he even human?

Not just him, everyone else also showed expressions of disbelief.

It was said that this Qi Da was a Loose Cultivator before joining. For a Loose Cultivator to have such ferocious Body Refining cultivation, had the Loose Cultivators nowadays become so competitive?

Or was it that they, as Sect Disciples, had been comfortable for too long, to the point that they no longer knew the true standard of the outside Cultivation World...

Qi Yuan, however, said with a composed face:

"I forgot to tell you, as I, Qi Da, travel the Jianghu, besides seeking the Dao, I'm also slightly proficient in a few Martial Arts. If anyone else is unconvinced, feel free to come up and spar."

Everyone looked at each other, their gazes toward Qi Yuan full of strangeness.

Good grief, your Martial Arts are almost Heaven-Defying, and you call that 'slightly proficient'?

Seeing his side suffering setback after setback, Wang Luchuan's face gradually turned ashen as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Forget about him, let's go!"

At this moment, his body was as stiff as a piece of wood. Even as he was being carried by two people, he still maintained that strange posture of covering his face with one hand and kneeling on both knees.

Seeing more and more fellow Disciples coming over to watch, he knew he couldn't do anything else today. If he lingered any longer, more and more people would see him in this state...

Thinking of this, he didn't even dare to leave any parting threats and left the scene dejectedly, supported by his lackeys.

...

Not far away, Lin Zhen, who had also scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, limped over and said with a face full of emotion:

"Brother Qi, thank you for teaching them a lesson for me. But you'd better stop getting involved in my business from now on. Wang Luchuan's biological uncle is a Golden Core Stage Elder here; I don't want to drag you down."

Then, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said resentfully:

"The more those people bully me like this, the more it proves they are actually strong in appearance but weak in reality. I don't believe that in broad daylight, they could actually beat me to death!"

"As the saying goes, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not look down on a poor youth.' As long as I, Lin Zhen, have a breath left, I will sooner or later return the humiliation I suffered today twofold!"

Huh?

Qi Yuan heard this and found it somewhat inexplicable, completely unable to understand what was going on in the head of this Child of Destiny.

Good grief, you clearly know that Wang Luchuan has great influence in Falling Cloud Valley, yet you foolishly chose to join Falling Cloud Valley. Isn't that just asking for abuse?

It would really be better to honestly switch to another Sect, develop well inside, and then come back to tear your enemies into pieces once you have the strength. Wouldn't that be much more satisfying?

Even going out to be a Loose Cultivator would be better than staying in Falling Cloud Valley and getting beaten every day...

What kind of 'thirty years east, thirty years west' nonsense is that? Let alone thirty years, with Wang Luchuan backed by an Inner Sect Elder, he could use any trick, and it would be a miracle if you survived three years.

Of course, complaints aside, Qi Yuan was too lazy to offer any advice.

Perhaps it's because of this bizarre way of thinking that he's qualified to be the Child of Destiny; ordinary people really couldn't learn it...