Chapter 172 - A Newcomer Should Have a Newcomer’s Resolve
Perhaps, it had been too uneventful on the Golden Court Mountain lately, and they were not allowed to leave the mountain freely, when Pan Zhong saw new blood, he was, naturally, curious.
Mingshi Yin merely nodded.
Pan Zhong walked up to Zhu Honggong and sized him up.
‘He’s chubby, and not very tall, either. He looks dumb. How adorable! He should be a pushover!’
“My name’s Pan Zhong. What’s your name, brother?” Pan Zhong said in a tone that indicated familiarity.
Zhu Honggong rolled his eyes. His temper was about to erupt…
Mingshi Yin promptly cleared his throat, and Zhu Honggong could only swallow his indignance.
Pan Zhong was not stupid as well. He was inwardly amazed that Mister Fourth was capable of suppressing this newcomer with a simple clearing of his throat. He nudged Zhu Honggong with his elbow and said, “Newcomer, Mister Fourth is actually a nice person, don’t worry… From this day on, we’re all brothers.”
‘Little Junior Sister?’
Little Yuan’er said, “Master has ordered me to administer the beatings… Have you forgotten that, Fourth Senior Brother?”
“…”
“…”
If Pan Zhong did not understand the underlying meaning of this conversation, he would have lived in vain all this time. His eyelids twitched, and he felt his throat grow dry.
Mingshi Yin shook his head helplessly and said, “Old Eighth… Don’t blame me for this. Don’t worry, I’ll try to be as merciful as I can.”
Zhu Honggong wanted to cry when he looked at his Little Junior Sister.
Mingshi Yin held Zhu Honggong in place as a series of beatings were carried out.
Wails that resembled squeals resounded throughout the Evil Sky Pavilion that day.
Pan Zhong had to look away. His heart was shaking from this. ‘This is what you meant by being merciful? It seems like you’re giving it your all!’
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“Ding! Punished the eighth disciple, Zhu Honggong. Reward: 100 merit points.”
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The beating ended.
Mingshi Yin was pleased. He waved his hand and brought Zhu Honggong to the Cave of Reflection.
“Brother Pan?” Zhou Jifeng walked over from afar with his sword on his back.
“Brother Pan, what’s wrong? You look sick. Are you sick?” Zhou Jifeng walked up to Pan Zhong.
Pan Zhong’s eyes were wide as he mumbled, “I… I think I’m in trouble…”
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Meanwhile, in the hidden chamber of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Lu Zhou went into his Heavenly Writing’s comprehension state for a while. After he was done, he felt invigorated and opened his eyes.
At the same time, he heard the notification for the reward from punishing Zhu Honggong.
He looked at the merit points on the system dashboard gain…
‘I’m still more than 1,000 points short from being able to afford the Seven Star Soul avatar.’
“Master… Hua Wudao requests an audience.” Little Yuan’er’s voice rang from outside.
“Alright.” Lu Zhou rose to his feet slowly and exited the hidden chamber, making his way to the great hall.
Hua Wudao was standing respectfully in the great hall. After a short wait, he saw Lu Zhou walking slowly toward him.
“Greetings, Pavilion Master.” Hua Wudao bowed and saluted.
“Have you thought things through?”
Hua Wudao nodded. “I have.”
“Very well.”
“I’m merely curious. With all its treasures, why does the Evil Sky Pavilion need the sable magnolia?” Hua Wudao was puzzled.