C14 Discrimination! I Say He is Clearly Showing Bias!
Like any mundane morning, the sun rose from the east.
In a certain courtyard of the Hall of Martial Arts, a thin youth was sitting in meditation. Fine strands of yang qi from the morning sun were illuminating his body. The purple yang qi was slowly being absorbed by his body, and him a dignified aura.
A single strand of this purple yang qi pushed this youth's cultivation to the peak of sixth grade. Any more, and he would breakthrough the seventh grade of Martial Entering Stage.
The only reason he was still in the sixth grade was that he was actively suppressing the energies using his nine star talent.
Who was this heaven-defying, totally unknown, for sure unexplained, even I don't know, who can this nine star talent be? Surprise, surprise! It's me, Dio—no, guys. It's just Xiang Shaoyun.
The purple yang qi was something that could only be absorbed in the early morning. It was only present when the sun was rising.
After absorbing the purple yang qi, Xiang Shaoyun stood up straight. Instead of feeling dispirited due to the lack of sleep, he was actually full of energy and vigor.
"Time to work hard!" Xiang Shaoyun stood up and stretched.
Xiang Shaoyun washed up and then headed to the outer court.
The outer court's disciples had to arrive on time every day, and they had to complete the corresponding cultivation exercises every day.
Xiang Shayoun's one desire was to be strong. With his talent, he could quickly rise up in the cultivation ranks. But he knew that haste made waste. So, he decided on having a firm foundation rather than fast cultivation.
When Xiang Shaoyun arrived at the outer court, there were already many outer court disciples present.
At the same time, he discovered that these disciples were all looking at him with indiscernible expressions on their faces. One after another, they avoided him like he was some sort of plague, not daring to stand together with him.
Xiang Shaoyun was confused by this strange occurrence, but he couldn't care less about this confusion.
"Boss! Why aren't you in a hurry? Did you call Elder Zi already? Otherwise, no one can save you from this bad luck." A voice sounded behind Xiang Shaoyun.
Xiang Shaoyun looked back and saw that it was Xia Liuhui. The fat youth he had a cultured conversation with yesterday.
"What happened? Why do I need to find senior brother?" Xiang Shaoyun asked.
"First, you offend Wu Mingliang, then you go and beat up his people. Isn't this a serious enough matter?" Xia Liuhui asked.
"It's a small matter, what's there to be afraid of!" Xiang Shaoyun said without a care.
Wu Mingliang was just the first stepping stone on his path to true hegemony. Xiang Shaoyun never took him as an opponent in his heart.
Right at this moment, a burst of wild laughter rang a short distance from him. "Haha, such arrogant words! It seems like my reputation as one of the top ten can't compete against someone who hasn't eaten since yesterday!"
Xiang Shaoyun and Xia Liuhui looked at the side and saw Wu Mingliang and a few people walking towards them.
"Damn! Wu Mingliang saw you and me together, this is bad." Xia Liuhui shrunk his neck.
"What are you afraid of? This young master will protect you from now on!" Xiang Shaoyun said with confidence.
"Save yourself first!" Xia Liuhui said without a sense of loyalty and made a run for it.
"Xiang Shaoyun, how dare you. You actually dared to injure Gou Zai and the others. This debt must be paid!" Wu Mingliang said.
"Hmph. If you have the ability, then come at me. I'm not afraid of you," Xiang Shaoyun said.
He wasn't the same Xiang Shayoun of yesterday. An entire day had passed, and a lot had changed. He was now at the peak of sixth grade, and he also proficient in multiple combat skills. He was sure that he could fight toe to toe with Wu Mingliang now.
Maybe he would face defeat, maybe he won't.
But one thing was for sure—he won't retreat!
"You're quite capable, but you have violated the rules of our Hall of Martial Arts, so you should first enjoy the punishment!" Wu Mingliang sneered.
By this point, the martial instructor, who was initially supervising the disciples, had already made his way towards them.
"Where's Xiang Shaoyun!" The military instructor shouted.
Xiang Shaoyun didn't hesitate for a second and immediately responded, "Here!"
"Do you know your crimes!" The military official sternly asked.
"I don't know!" Xiang Shaoyun replied.
"Hmph, looks like you won't accept your mistake! Did you or did you not injure fellow disciples on purpose?" The military instructor coldly snorted.
"Instructor Chen, there's no mistake. Gou Zai and the rest are still in bed, unconscious. I wonder if they can even cultivate in the future," Wu Mingliang said, fanning the flames.
"Xiang Shaoyun, what else do you have to say?" The officer asked.
"He's the one who told me to hit him. Was I supposed to refuse such an earnest request?" Xiang Shaoyun asked with an honest face.
"It looks like you still do not know how to repent. You should be punished for violating the rules. Go to the Hall of Limits right now! Only after staying there for one hour would you be able to repent, " Ling Chen, the martial instructor, ordered.
"En!" Xiang Shaoyun gave a slight frown as if confused. He never knew that something like that could be considered a punishment.
All of a sudden, Xiang Shaoyun noticed that Instructor Chen was winking at him. It was, without a doubt, not something a stern individual like him would do.
Only then did it struck him—Instructor Chen was acting biased!
Ling Chen was none other than the marital instructor who brought Xiang Shaoyun to the Hall of Limits yesterday. He already knew that Xiang Shaoyun was safe and sound after staying in Limit Hall's first room for an hour.
But when the punishment fell into the ears of many outer court disciples, it caused their faces to go pale.
Hall of limits—the true challenge of human limits! If someone failed to complete the challenge, the suffering was something that scared the individual for life.
For instance, if a sixth grade or a seventh grade martial artist entered the first chamber with a 1000 pound gravity force for even half an hour, they would end up like dying dogs.
"Th-this is too much of a punishment! He's simply going to kill him!"
"That's right. Even a seventh grade martial artist can only hold on for fifteen minutes. From what I know, only Senior Gong Qinyin could hold on for an hour. Moreover, when she entered the Hall of Limits, she was already in the seventh grade. And if I remember it correctly, this Xiang Shaoyun is only in the third grade."
"Could it be that Martial Instructor Chen is in cahoots with Wu Mingliang? Are they looking down on Elder Purple Lightning Marquis?"
"What a pity, a genius with five stars is about to fall!"
"..."
Many outer court disciples gave a silent sight as they looked at Xiang Shaoyun with pity and sympathy.
Wu Mingliang also was caught off-guard by the martial instructor's ruthlessness. His face couldn't help but twitch a few times as he supported Ling Chen, "Military Instructor Chen, your judgment is wise and fair!" Then he mocked Xiang Shaoyun, "Haha, enjoy this punishment!"
In his eyes, Xiang Shaoyun was already a dead man.
"Good, very good. Wu Mingliang, I want to challenge you!" Xiang Shaoyun played along and pretended to be angry.
"You want to challenge me? Do you still have that chance?" Wu Mingliang ridiculed him.
"If I don't die, then we'll meet in the arena in seven days!" Xiang Shaoyun said with conviction.
"Haha, good, I'll grant you that wish. As long as you can pass this trial, we'll fight in seven days!" Wu Mingliang laughed like a maniac.
A third grade Martial Entering Stage cultivator wanted to challenge a lofty ninth grade Martial Entering Stage cultivator?
This was a textbook example of someone looking for death.
"In seven days, I will hammer into you the consequences of offending this young master!" Xiang Shaoyun gave him a brief glance and then walked straight to the Hall of Limits.
Was entering the Hall of Limits a punishment?
Yes, for anybody else; for Xiang Shaoyun, it was a walk in the park.
