"Please, be more careful next time. I'm sick of having to heal you at least once per week." The nurse said as her face showed how annoyed by that she was.
"Hey, it is not like I'm asking for it, you know." Arslan answered as he put his left hand on the back of his head.
"Yeah yeah, whatever, just get out." She moved her hand intimating him to go away while she was cleaning the bed he had laid till some minutes before.
'Tsk, they all treat me like this, just because I don't have a powerful family backing me.' He thought as he got out of the infirmary.
While walking, he found himself in front of the cultivation rooms' building.
"Hey! This room is mine! You don't have the right to step into it before me! I was the next in line!"
"You are right, you were."
"YOU-"
"Hey, let him go if you don't want to get crippled."
'They are already fighting with each other for the cultivation rooms just after dawn.' Arslan thought as he looked at them.
The outer disciples' competition was approaching and, as always happened in the few weeks before this important event, all the disciples out of the ranking were challenging those who were already in that position, while those who were in the first 50 places didn't have to bother about these problems, because no one would have dared to challenge them in a fight. It would have been a useless risk to fight someone so strong, considering that, in order to participate in the first big battle royal, they only needed to be in the 100. Thanks to this, the disciples in the first 50 spots could just focus on cultivating. Their only problem could be the fight for the cultivation rooms. In fact, there weren't enough rooms for all of them. So they had to wait a lot of time to have their turn inside one of them. For the outer disciples, there were only 30 rooms, thus, out of the 500 students, only a few could get access to those places. Some of those rooms were occupied indefinitely by the strongest ones and no one would have dared to face them just for a room when others were still usable. These rooms contained a lot of resources, such as various types of herbs, that could spread huge amounts of natural QI.
In spite of that, Arslan didn't care about those cultivation rooms at all,
'Luckily I don't need to use them,' He thought as he observed all the other disciples fighting for just a few hours in one of those rooms,
"The real power comes from the sky, not from nature."
Indeed he was right. His power didn't come from the nature of that world, but from all the universe. So, why should he bother looking for a place containing more QI, when he could have access to all the QI contained by the universe? Other people were bound to that world and needed to fight for a single drop of QI, whereas he was above all of them.
'Ok... I guess I'll go to sweep the floor in front of the Library as Elder Oak requested.' He thought as he walked away,
"Ahhh... I hope my future job won't be that of a floor sweeper," He said as he sighed closing his eyes to imagine the scene,
"Well... till sis is safe everything is fin-... huh?"
At that moment, Arslan felt a shiver down his spine as he perceived someone's presence behind him.
"Who- ARGHHH." He tried to turn his head to look who it was, but he didn't have the time to do that as a strong punch hit his right ear, sending him flying against one of the trees placed near the entrance of the Library.
The tree almost got uprooted and Arslan's face had a cut on the right part of his forehead.
"Hey trash, your sister sends her regards."
That voice was unmistakable for Arslan,
"T-Troy...? What the hell... Why did you hit me?" He said confused about what was happening. His head was still spinning, due to the hit he had just taken.
"Oops, sorry, my bad. When I saw you I felt the urge to vent out my anger." Troy, said as he grinned while walking towards Arslan, who was still on the ground.
"Listen, I just got beaten by Robert and the others yesterday. What do you want now?" He said as he stood up again, 'Sh*t, my head hurts a lot. He got behind me without me noticing it. I thought I got stronger but it seems I'm not strong enough to beat him yet.' He thought as he checked the cut on his forehead with his right hand, staining it with blood.
"You know, I just went home yesterday evening, and I met your cute sister..."
"You what?? What the f*ck did you do to Elma???" Arslan asked as anger started rising inside him.
The two of them got closer, just a meter was separating them.
"Nothing much, we just had a little talk about how you cultivate..."
"Troy, what do you want to say?"
"Tell me, where is the book?"
"What are you talking about?" Arslan said with a shocked face, 'Damn, I should have expected this to happen.'
"Hey! Don't think I'm stupid! I know you cultivate some strange arts but neither in your dwelling here nor in your room at the residence I could find a trace of a book or some sort of cultivation teachings. Not even your sister knows about that, and I doubt she is lying, considering her carefree way of being. So, tell me!" Troy grabbed Arslan by his throat and lifted him from the ground,
"WHERE IS IT?" He screamed in frustration.
At that point, the disciples around the library started noticing the commotion and went to check what was going on,
"Hey look! It is the first time I see them quarreling."
"Yeah, you are right. Usually, it is Robert that takes it out on Arslan."
"This time that trash really f*cked up with the wrong person."