Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 221 You're the One Who Should Get Lost!

"Zou Zheng..."

Sun Zhengyi rushed over immediately. When he finished checking Zou Zheng's body, his face turned an iron blue, and he looked at Xiao Yi with a cold fury, accusing him, "President Xiao, wasn't your attack too harsh? Instructor Zou's limbs have been broken, and the fractures are comminuted. How can you, as the president, act so viciously?"

He was now trying to smear Xiao Yi's name.

Only by branding Xiao Yi with the labels of despicable, shameless, and ruthlessly cruel could Zou Zheng's sacrifice not be in vain.

However...

Before Xiao Yi could speak.

The surrounding disciples were already voicing their dissatisfaction, "Elder Sun, aren't you going too far? We all saw with our own eyes that President Xiao was just trying to be careful with Instructor Zou, and the injury was an accident. The last strike was also because Instructor Zou made a sneak attack first, and President Xiao was forced to strike back. He is the real victim here!"

"Right, with so many of us as witnesses, could it still be false?"

"Moreover, President Xiao is only at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, and when facing Instructor Zou of the Tao Tribulation Realm, he naturally had to give it his all. Accidents happen in a fight, and you always said that—it's not President Xiao's fault!"

"You, you..."

Sun Zhengyi was so angry he was almost spitting blood.

This was completely different from what he had anticipated!

The one who should be receiving these accusations was Xiao Yi!

Xiao Yi's mouth curved into a slight smile as he stepped forward, "Gentlemen, please don't blame Elder Sun any further. He is also concerned for Instructor Zou's safety and spoke rashly out of eagerness. Moreover, I do bear some responsibility for Instructor Zou's current state. To make amends, I am willing to personally contribute five hundred silver taels to buy some ginseng to replenish Instructor Zou's health!"

As he was speaking.

Xiao Yi took out five hundred silver taels and handed them to Sun Zhengyi.

The disciples nodded one after another, "No wonder President Xiao occupies the seat of president. Look at his generosity, and then look at Elder Sun..."

"Clearly Instructor Zou launched a sneak attack, and President Xiao was forced into a corner, but he still warmly offers silver as a consolation. At least I acknowledge President Xiao's character!"

Sun Zhengyi's hand, holding the five hundred silver taels, was trembling, and he was so angry his teeth nearly cracked, yet he had to say, "Thank you, President, for your concern. I will make sure to buy some high-quality ginseng to help Instructor Zou recover!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "high-quality ginseng."

Zou Zheng's injuries would require several million silver taels for medicine alone, and he would have to lay in bed for one or two months—the five hundred silver taels were hardly useful!

But still, he had to express his thanks!

Otherwise, he would be seen by the disciples as returning kindness with ingratitude!

"Hmm!"

Xiao Yi nodded, then turned to the disciples and said aloud, "Gentlemen, today's incident has thoroughly demonstrated a lesson to us all—that cultivation level is not the sole criterion for strength or weakness. If one is careless and underestimates the enemy, they can stumble even against a weaker opponent. I hope that in the future, no matter who you face, you all will remember that even when a lion fights a rabbit, it must use all its might—never be careless or underestimate the enemy!"

"We will heed the president's teachings!" the crowd said in unison.

Xiao Yi hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Instructor Zou is seriously injured. Tomorrow, I will arrange another instructor to guide your cultivation. That will be all for today."

"Have a safe walk, President!"

"President, if you have time, remember to guide us in our cultivation!" the people shouted.

Xiao Yi waved his hand and walked straight towards the direction of the Zen Martial Hall.

The Zen Martial Hall, also known as the Lecture Martial Hall.

This place is mainly for disciples who have just entered the path of martial arts to learn the theoretical knowledge of martial arts.

Although the path of martial arts emphasizes personal cultivation and accumulation of actual combat experience.

Theoretical knowledge is also indispensable!

Otherwise, even with an excellent secret manual in hand, if one cannot understand it, how is one to cultivate?

And then, what are the effects of various kinds of pills, what should be emphasized in each stage of cultivation? These are all necessary knowledge. Otherwise, if one were to explore the path of martial arts by themselves, what would be the purpose of having a sect and instructors?

Xiao Yi arrived outside the Zen Martial Hall.

A cold voice came from within, "The path of martial arts values talent, and higher talent means higher potential achievements. Just like Tianjiao of the Great Qian Dynasty, the number one genius, he is the strongest talent of contemporary times. At the age of five, he broke through the Tenth Layer of the Physical Body Realm. At seven, he stepped into the Qi Gathering with Ten Layers, and at eight, he successfully challenged the Shentong Realm. By ten years old, he entered the Shentong Realm with Ten Layers... Now, he has even stepped into the Dharma Manifestation Realm and will certainly enter the Longevity Secret Realm within ten years!"

"Mr. An, I think your statement is biased. Talent is certainly important, but hard work and persistent cultivation can also lead to a breakthrough and possibly even catch up with, or surpass, those geniuses!"

In a corner, a handsome youth stood up, his face set with determination as he said, "I believe that as long as one endures the toughest hardships, my future accomplishments may not fall short of Xiao Tianjiao's, and might even surpass him!"

"Surpass Xiao Tianjiao?"

"Ye Heng, have you lost your mind?"

"I'm dying of laughter, you're fifteen years old and still only in the Qi Gathering Realm, yet you dream of surpassing Xiao Tianjiao?"

The disciples in the Zen Martial Hall cast mocking glances at the young Ye Heng.

"Silence!"

In front of the lectern, a woman in a purple dress with a pleasant appearance gave him a cold look and said indifferently, "Ye Heng, one must have self-awareness and not aim too high. No one in this world can surpass Xiao Tianjiao. He is the dragon among men, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor. His existence breaks all conventions and creates a record of brilliance that is unprecedented and will be unrivaled."

When mentioning Xiao Tianjiao, adoration and fervor filled the face of this purple dress instructor.

Xiao Tianjiao indeed had many followers in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Unprecedented and unrivaled? As far as I know, shouldn't Martial God Zhao Wuji be stronger than him? And what about Qingyun Sword Saint, Wind Thunder Sovereign, and these legendary powerhouses, isn't each one stronger than Xiao Tianjiao?" Ye Heng stood tall, defiance on his face.

An Rujing said coldly, "The era in which these powerhouses lived had a richer atmosphere of Heaven and Earth, and many more natural treasures than today. They achieved such accomplishments because of various fortuitous encounters, whereas Xiao Tianjiao's achievements are all due to his own efforts."

"On his own?"

Ye Heng curled his lip, "I heard that for the sake of breeding his mount, Xiao Tianjiao would even sacrifice his own brother. Is that what you call relying on oneself?"

"Shut up!"

An Rujing's expression was as cold as water, "Ye Heng, if you continue to slander Xiao Tianjiao with your nonsense, I'll have you roll out of my classroom!"

Ye Heng stood his ground, "I haven't done anything wrong, why should you kick me out?"

A young man sitting in the first row stood up, his haughty gaze sweeping over Ye Heng, "Ye Heng, who gave you the courage to speak to Mr. An like that? I order you to kneel down immediately and apologize to Mr. An!"

"Ye Tian, this is none of your business!" Ye Heng said through gritted teeth.

He and Ye Tian were from the same clan.

Only…

His talent was far inferior to that of Ye Tian. At fifteen, Ye Tian was already at the Third Layer of the Shentong Realm.

And him?

Merely the Seventh Layer of the Qi Gathering Realm.

Ye Tian let out a cold laugh, "Mr. An is my mentor in martial arts. By defying her, you are challenging me. I'll say it again, kneel down and apologize to Mr. An!"

"Apologize to your mother…" Ye Heng shot back angrily.

"You're courting death!"

With a cold snort, Ye Tian's figure rushed forward, appearing instantly in front of Ye Heng. As he smashed out a heavy punch, even though Ye Heng crossed his arms in front of his chest, he couldn't withstand the terrible punch. With a booming sound, he was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall, his mouth full of blood.

Ye Tian grabbed hold of Ye Heng's hair and said coldly, "I told you to kneel!"

From beginning to end, An Rujing watched coldly from the side, never lifting a finger to stop it.

"I'll kneel to your mother!"

Ye Heng's face was a mask of ferocity and stubbornness. He shook his head violently to free himself from Ye Tian's grasp and then, with a thud, headbutted Ye Tian's chin, knocking Ye Tian to the ground.

Swiftly!

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, Ye Heng pinned Ye Tian beneath him, ready to throw punches.

"Enough!"

An Rujing suddenly spoke up. With a flick of her finger, she sent Ye Heng flying, then pointed to the door and said coldly, "I'll tell you one last time, get out!"

At that moment…

From outside the door came the voice of Xiao Yi, "If you ask me, the one who should be rolling out is you!"