Chapter 00188: Disciple Fights Disciple, Master Fights Master
# Disciple Fights Disciple, Master Fights Master
Chapter 188
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 188: Disciple Fights Disciple, Master Fights Master
At this moment, everyone looked at the completely wrecked lounge and the students rolling on the ground in agony, unable to speak.
Only their expressions grew increasingly grim.
Only Master Kong, seeing that his disciple was still in one piece, albeit with a bit of dust on his face, felt slightly relieved.
He secretly sighed in relief.
After all, he had learned his lesson.
By now, Zhou Cheng, who was lying on the ground, completely disfigured, could no longer hold back.
Tears of blood streamed down his face as he wailed, "Grandpa... grandpa..."
Ji Jue's face turned pale, and he exclaimed in shock, "Don't you dare call me that! Just apologize, why are you trying to claim kinship out of nowhere?! I don't have a grandson like you!"
In an instant, the room fell into an awkward silence.
Everyone who could still breathe couldn't help but want to say something but held back.
Is there a possibility... that this "grandpa" wasn't referring to you?
Beside Master Kong, Master Zhou Zhong, with his long beard and gloomy expression, watched as his own grandson was beaten to such a state.
His face turned red, and blood vessels bulged in his eyes, almost bursting with rage.
The spiritual energy around him became chaotic, and the entire room seemed to freeze under the overwhelming pressure.
"What is going on here!" Zhou Zhong growled through clenched teeth.
"Where is the dignity of a craftsman?!"
The violent pressure locked down the surroundings, almost crushing Ji Jue instantly.
But then, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the pressure dissipated, leaving only a gentle breeze.
Professor Ye, who had arrived late, finally entered the lounge.
Without asking for reasons or details, she waved her hand and dispersed Master Zhou's furious attack.
Then, with bloodshot eyes, she looked at Zhou Zhong, who sneered, "Is this how Master Ye conducts herself? Your student, over a mere argument, beats someone to this state?! How outrageous! I want to see if there's still any order in the Taiyi Ring!"
"Outrageous? I don't think so," Ye Xian said lightly, glancing at the mess in the room and nodding slightly.
"It looks quite restrained to me."
"Restrained?! Then what would unrestrained look like?!" Zhou Zhong was about to continue when he saw Ji Jue reach behind his back, pull out a pistol, eject a bullet, and casually play with it in his hand.
Instantly, his words caught in his throat.
His eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
What the hell is this?!
Everyone present, being at least senior craftsmen, had keen senses and experience.
With just a glance, they could feel the terrifying aura emanating from that small bullet—malicious pollution, ferocious spirit, violent killing intent, and an insatiable thirst.
—The Poison of the Mad Butcher!!!
In an instant, gasps of shock filled the room.
Everyone took a step back, their spines chilled.
You, Chaos Sound Workshop, are truly heartless! You let students play with such deadly things?!
If this had escalated during the fight, someone would have ended up in a coffin, not even leaving ashes behind!
Now, looking at the suddenly opened trunk of the small ox-cart, with its heavy machine gun, piles of phlogiston explosives, and several indescribable items, everyone's cold sweat began to pour.
Well, as an outsider, I must say, Ji Jue was quite restrained.
At least everyone's still alive, right?
"Enough, don't show off your homemade toys in front of your elders," Ye Xian said impatiently, waving her hand.
Then she suddenly asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Yeah, my hand's a bit scratched," Ji Jue said obediently, raising his hand and sighing.
"Good thing you came early, or it might have healed by now."
"..."
The awkward atmosphere grew thicker.
While the expressions of the involved masters grew uglier, the craftsmen who had come to watch the spectacle suddenly felt that the victims weren't so pitiful after all.
No matter what happened, you all ganged up on one person, couldn't win, and didn't even break his skin.
What's more insulting is that you only managed to give him a tiny scratch.
If I didn't know better, I'd think it was a dog bite!
Pathetic!
Utterly disgraceful.
Zhou Zhong's face twitched, his white beard trembling with rage, and he almost crushed his cane.
"Master Ye, what a grand display of power," he said, glaring at Ji Jue and Ye Xian.
"Should I thank you for not using such things to harm your peers?"
Ye Xian ignored him, but Ji Jue suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Teacher, I just picked this up from his hand, almost got pricked... I don't know what it is. Could you take a look? I wouldn't want to accidentally break someone's treasure."
With that, he pulled out an ordinary-looking arrowhead from his pocket and showed it to everyone.
Once again, silence fell.
The gasps that had just stopped now resumed.
Everyone looked at Zhou Zhong with shock: Although it's said that where there's a dragon, there's a phoenix, but this is a bit too much, isn't it?
There's still a master among us?!
"Poisoned Heart Arrow?"
Ye Xian picked it up, glanced at it, and immediately understood.
"Quite an ancient artifact, probably from the Chaos Era before the Eternal Empire. The method of making it has been lost, and there aren't many samples left in the world. It's quite rare."
"What's it used for?" Ji Jue asked, his big curious eyes blinking, making Zhou Zhong want to poke two holes in him.
"It's a weapon for sneak attacks, a one-time use item," Ye Xian explained in front of everyone.
"When activated with one's spiritual energy, it becomes completely intangible, existing between being and non-being, without form or spiritual energy. It chases its locked target, following them like a shadow, no matter where they go. Once it hits, it disintegrates completely within the target's consciousness and soul. The arrowhead dissolves, and the massive resentment contained within parasitizes the soul. Even if the target doesn't die immediately, they'll suffer immense pain in the future, eventually being completely eroded by the resentment, and their soul will dissolve."
Ji Jue was shocked.
"So if someone gets hit by this, it's really bad?"
"Yes," Ye Xian nodded.
"Even a grandmaster might not be able to save them. Right, Master Zhou?"
Zhou Zhong's face turned ashen.
He looked down at Zhou Cheng on the ground, who, under his cold gaze, tried to speak several times but couldn't make a sound.
Soon, Zhou Cheng's eyes rolled back, and he fainted completely.
"Teacher, teacher!!!"
A shrill cry rang out.
A woman with a huge gash on her face crawled up from the ground, crying incoherently and grabbing her teacher's hand.
"Save me, save me... he's going to kill me... I..."
Her teacher, a sallow-faced middle-aged man, was already trembling with anger at his student's condition.
He frantically applied medicine and tried to comfort her.
"I know Master Ye looks down on us ordinary folk. I know how prestigious Chaos Sound Workshop is!" the craftsman holding his student shouted angrily.
"Back then, you said my thesis was nonsense, and you had your reasons, I accepted that! But now? No matter what, beating someone to this state requires an explanation! Let's take this to the Guild! I want to see if you masters can really do whatever you want!!!"
"Yeah, this is too much," someone among the onlookers said, gauging the situation.
The cries on the ground grew louder.
"My hand, my hand!!"
"Help, help..."
"Teacher, he's a mad dog!!" a barely conscious fat man struggled and screamed.
"At the slightest provocation, he..."
Throughout it all, Ye Xian remained cold and indifferent, not paying any attention.
Only after everyone had spoken and made enough noise did she calmly turn to Ji Jue.
"Anything to say?"
"No," Ji Jue shook his head, completely unfazed.
"I've already said everything before taking action."
"Good! Good! Good!" The middle-aged craftsman holding his student stood up with a cold laugh.
"This is Chaos Sound Workshop, this is Master Ye. I've truly learned my lesson today! From now on..."
Before he could finish, a deafening sound came from the small ox-cart's speakers, drowning out all other noise.
"These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be a craftsman..."
"Maybe it's because of his looks?"
"Could be a male concubine."
"Look at yourself, you big-tailed maggot!"
"That old thing surnamed Ye, what she raises are mad dogs!"
"Bastards need discipline."
One sentence after another, the recording played, a highlight reel without any omissions, delivered crisply to everyone's ears.
The craftsman who had been holding his student in rage froze in place, his expression changing rapidly, like a broken TV screen.
It was quite a colorful display.
When Ye Xian looked over, he instinctively took a step back, wanting to avoid her gaze.
He looked down at his student in anger.
Tom, Dick, or Harry? Because of his looks? Male concubine? Old thing? Bastard? Needs discipline?
The more he listened, the more cold sweat poured from his forehead.
Do you have any idea that twenty years ago, each of these words would have been enough to get your teacher killed, along with your ancestral graves being blown to smithereens?!
Now all he could think was whether smashing this thing to death here could still salvage the situation.
I've been holding back for so many years, and you really have the guts!
If you want to die, go ahead!
Just don't drag me down with you!
Finally, the recording ended with an earlier conversation.
In the conversation, a student asked, "Teacher, what if someone provokes us?"
"Endure the humiliation for the greater good, of course," Ye Xian said.
"What else?"
In the ensuing silence, no one spoke.
Only Ji Jue sighed lightly.
"Teacher, I really tried my best, but no matter how much I reasoned with them, it didn't work," he said.
"Do these people look down on us?"
"Yes," Ye Xian nodded indifferently.
"Craftsmen and masters are all high and mighty, always prioritizing their own interests, banding together, twisting right and wrong. How could they possibly respect Chaos Sound Workshop? For some people, their own face is probably more important, right?"
In the silence, the sound of countless slaps echoed, from the beginning until now, never stopping!
Losing face and losing the battle, utterly disgraced.
Everything's been lost!
What a disaster, I shouldn't have come.
After the disciples fought, now the masters are fighting!
They're still going at it, not stopping at all!
The faces of those involved changed rapidly, unable to speak.
But under the pleading gazes of others, Master Duan, who had stayed out of it until now, couldn't help but sigh.
"Ye..."
(End of Chapter)