Translator: Anubis Translations
The residential area for Outer Sect Disciples was a vast complex of buildings, all similar in appearance and height.
Standing before the seemingly endless expanse of structures, Gu Feng felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he had returned to his student days in his previous life.
"Is this a co-ed living area?"
"That area over there is exclusively for female disciples. There's a clear boundary, and it's guarded by elders. Male disciples are strictly forbidden from entering the female disciples' area, though the reverse is somewhat tolerated, but only during the day," Wu Qi explained, pointing into the distance.
This was just like a dormitory! The rules were similar too, with the only improvement being that each person had their own private room, though privacy was practically nonexistent.
It was worth noting that this area, like the trading hall and the Cultivation Method Hall, was a no-combat zone. As long as one stayed here, they were absolutely safe.
After passing through several rows of buildings, they finally arrived at the residence where Wu Qi and the others lived. Before even entering, Gu Feng caught a faint whiff of medicinal herbs.
"Everyone, I've brought our 'former brother' here."
Gu Feng touched his nose. Well, it seemed no one called him by his actual name anymore, simply referring to him as the 'former brother.' He didn't mind though—who didn't have a nickname or two?
TL/N: Former Brother or Ex-Brother for he is Qu Yanran's ex.
"Gu Feng, you're here!" Yan Xixi bounded over, holding a bowl of medicine in her hands.
"You know how to concoct medicine?"
"Yes, I passed the assessment as an alchemist," Yan Xixi replied with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents.
"That's promising. Being an alchemist is better than being a mere martial artist," Gu Feng praised, which made Yan Xixi particularly happy, her cheeks dimpling in a way that was quite charming.
"So, I heard you got robbed too?" Gu Feng scanned the room with a grin. There were Guo Renkai, Cang Shi, and a few others whose names he couldn't recall but whose faces were familiar. These prodigies who had passed the assessment now lay there listlessly, some with bandages wrapped around their limbs, dotted with spots of blood.
"Yes, I got robbed," Yan Xixi lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed.
"You're an alchemist, not a fighter. Even those geniuses couldn't avoid being robbed—how could you?" Gu Feng said with a laugh. "Tell me who robbed you, and I'll go get your stuff back."
"No, no, there were too many of them, and they were strong. It's not worth the risk," Yan Xixi waved her hands, refusing.
"Don't worry, those senior disciples are really something. I didn't even dare to rob you, and they had the audacity to do so? They need to be taught a lesson."
The seemingly absurd statement made Yan Xixi feel quite pleased.
The prodigies lying on the floor, seeing that Gu Feng was willing to take action, frantically signaled to Wu Qi with their eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, Wu Qi pulled Gu Feng aside and whispered, "Former brother, everyone's been robbed. As the top newcomer among the Outer Sect Disciples, could you help us get our revenge?"
Gu Feng glanced at him but remained silent. Wu Qi continued, "We'll pay you!"
"What? You want to hire me as a thug?!" Gu Feng bellowed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room. Guo Renkai and the others looked terrified, quickly lowering their heads.
Prodigies had their pride. How could someone like Gu Feng willingly act as a hired thug? That was just insulting!
Yan Xixi also glared at Wu Qi, thinking, 'Who do you think you're looking down on? Gu Feng would never stoop to being a thug for a few Spirit Stones. Never!'
Wu Qi stood there awkwardly, the atmosphere in the room growing tense.
The next moment, an excited voice broke the silence. "How much are you offering? Let me make it clear—if it's too little, I won't do it!"
Everyone looked up to see Gu Feng grinning from ear to ear, sitting on a chair with his legs spread wide, clearly ready to negotiate.
Phew—
Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. They had been right—former brother really loved money.
The atmosphere immediately lightened, and discussions grew lively.
Wu Qi and the others began making offers, while Gu Feng relentlessly haggled for a higher price. Finally, they reached an agreement.
"Five thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones per person, and anything I take from them is mine."
Everyone thought, 'Given Gu Feng's character, it's already a miracle if he doesn't rob you. Expecting him to return what he takes? Impossible.'
Half an hour later!
Gu Feng led Wu Qi and the others, a group of several hundred people, marching out of the dormitory area in a grand procession. The commotion quickly drew the attention of countless Outer Sect Disciples.
"Guo Renkai and the others seem to have hired an expert to go seek revenge on those senior disciples."
"An expert? How much of an expert can he be? They're all at the Body Refinement Ninth Stage. How could a newcomer possibly defeat senior disciples who've been in the Outer Sect for years?"
"True, even if their physical strength is similar, the difference in combat experience between new and senior disciples is vast."
"Who cares? It's just entertainment."
"..."
Soon, under Wu Qi's guidance, they found one of the senior disciples who had participated in robbing Yan Xixi.
Without a word, Gu Feng immediately attacked!
Before the other could react, he was pinned to the ground, half of his body sinking into the dirt, his limbs flailing wildly.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you rob me?"
"Screw you, I don't care who you are," Gu Feng retorted, slapping the disciple hard across the face before forcibly taking his Storage Pouch.
When he opened it, he was immediately furious.
'Damn it, this guy's so poor! Other than a hundred or so Spirit Stones and a few bottles of worthless pills, there's nothing else in here.'
Is this really an Outer Sect disciple of the Sunset Glow Sect? He seems poorer than a rogue cultivator outside the sect.
Seeing Gu Feng's anger, the disciple under his foot sneered.
"Slap—"
"What are you laughing at? Is being poor something to be proud of?" Gu Feng slapped him again, harder this time.
"Gu Feng, these Outer Sect disciples are very cunning. Unless they have a special mission that requires them to leave the sect, they usually don't carry valuable items. They're used to being robbed," Yan Xixi whispered.
"So, you're Gu Feng, huh? You can take the Storage Pouch. I admit defeat. Can I go now?" The disciple said confidently, seemingly unafraid.
"Sigh, these newcomers lack experience. The best time to rob someone is when the sect distributes cultivation resources. Now they've wasted an opportunity—they can't rob him again for half a year," some onlookers murmured.
However, they had underestimated Gu Feng.
With swift movements, he stripped the disciple of his robe, boots, and other items, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Then, using the disciple's belt, he hung him upside down from a tree.
Scanning the crowd, Gu Feng declared, "Spread the word: anyone who has robbed my friends, come out carrying items worth no less than ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones, or else you'll end up like him!"
The crowd gasped in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock.
Upon closer consideration, they realized that Gu Feng's actions didn't violate any Outer Sect rules—they were just incredibly shameless, something most people wouldn't dare to do.
"Heh, a newcomer Outer Sect disciple? Where does he get the guts to act so arrogantly?"
A voice rang out, and a dozen or so figures instantly appeared before Gu Feng.
They were all burly, with well-developed muscles, their bodies radiating the aura of Body Refinement Ninth Stage. They looked like a group of fierce demons.
"Did any of these guys rob you?"
"Some did, some didn't!" Wu Qi frowned, feeling a bit worried.
These senior disciples weren't ordinary Body Refinement Ninth Stage cultivators. Their combat prowess far surpassed that of the newcomers.
Without exaggeration, if you picked any three Body Refinement Ninth Stage newcomers (excluding Gu Feng) and had them team up, they still probably wouldn't be a match for these senior disciples.
"Maybe we should just let it go," Yan Xixi tugged at Gu Feng's sleeve, whispering.
(End of the Chapter)
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