Zichen Peak.
Right now, at the edge of a dense forest near the foot of the mountain, A group of outer disciples stood together, secretly observing something.
And deep within the forest, seven or eight outer disciples were punching and kicking a young man dressed in a gray robe similar to what they are wearing.
The young man in the gray robe was also an outer disciple of Xuanyang Sect, but his cultivation was only at the Third Layer of the Body Tempering Realm. Facing seven or eight disciples with higher cultivation than him, he couldn't hold on for long.
Within just three rounds, he was kicked out by someone with the strength of the Tenth Layer of the Body Tempering Realm.
A loud "thud" sounded as the young man crashed into a large tree, causing the entire tree to tremble. The falling leaves swirled down, covering the ground.
"Pu!"
The gray-robed youth slid down from the tree, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
His face was pale and defeated.
The kick just now was delivered by someone at the Tenth Layer of the Body Tempering Realm, and its force was tremendous. Even someone at the same cultivation level wouldn't dare to resist it head-on.
Now it had fallen on someone like him, at the Third Layer of the Body Tempering Realm. One could imagine how severe the injuries that he received were.
"Where do you hide the spirit stones?"
A burly man walked up, looking down at the gray-robed youth with a stern expression.
"I don't have it!"
The gray-robed youth lifted his head and met the man's gaze fearlessly.
"Heh, you little scum, do you think that meager amount of spirit stones is worth more than your life, huh?"
The burly man sneered, then delivered another kick. With a loud thud, the gray-robed youth's body was hit hard, flying seven to eight meters away.
This time, the gray-robed youth used his hands to support himself on the ground, but after several attempts, he couldn't stand up.
The two kicks had seriously injured his internal organs. Without a year or two, he wouldn't be able to recover. And even if he did recover, there was a high probability of leaving hidden injuries.
"Let me see where you hide those stones!"
The burly man's brow furrowed as he withdrew his hand after searching the youth's body for a while.
"Um? You really don't have it?"
"How is this possible?"
The burly man retracted his hand and looked the youth up and down, confirming that he didn't have a storage ring or the bag for the distributed spirit stones.
This was strange.
Without a storage ring or the bag for the distributed spirit stones, where did this person's spirit stones go?
Could it be that the disciples responsible for distributing the spirit stones withheld them all?
Thinking of this, the burly man dismissed the thought. While it was true that the disciples distributing the spirit stones might withhold some, they wouldn't withhold them all.
If such a thing were to be known, they would be severely punished, there is even a possibility of them being expelled from the sect.
Therefore, most of the disciples distributing the spirit stones would give more to those worth currying favor with and give less to the weaker ones, but they wouldn't give nothing at all.
"You little brat, tell me! Where did you hide the spirit stones?"
The burly man's gaze turned fierce. From the Hall of Transmissions halfway up Zichen Peak to their current location, it wasn't far at all. In his opinion, the gray-robed youth must have hidden the spirit stones somewhere.
"If you have the ability, go ahead and kill me. Otherwise, I will repay this humiliation a hundredfold in three years' time. I, Ye Han, swear by it!"
The youth named Ye Han's eyes turned ice-cold. He struggled to raise his head, looking at the burly figure in front of him, and spoke each word with difficulty.
"It's over!"
Not far away, the group of outer disciples watching the scene thought the same two words in their hearts after hearing Ye Han's words.
It's fine if you don't take out the spirit stone. Now, if you speak ruthlessly, doesn't this just make them more likely to kill you to prevent you from taking revenge?
And just as they expected.
The next moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the burly man's eyes.
"You dare to threaten me, you little scum?"
As he spoke, he reached out one hand and grabbed Ye Han's neck, lifting him up and slowly tightening his grip with his five fingers.
Ye Han's face grew paler, and even his breath became weak.
"Do you think I don't dare to abolish your cultivation right here, right now? Don't say three years, even if I give you thirty years, what can you do to me?" Beside him, the other younger brothers of the burly men are all standing around the burly man, all of them looking like they are watching a good show.
Others might not know, but they did. Senior Brother Bai Shaowei wasn't an ordinary person. He had an inner disciple backing him. Although Bai Shaowei wouldn't dare to kill someone, it wouldn't be difficult for him to cripple an outer disciple's cultivation.
As long as there was no loss of life, that inner disciple could help suppress the matter.
In the past.
Other outer disciples who were robbed by them would reluctantly hand over the spirit stones, just pinching their noses. They had encountered stubborn individuals like Ye Han before.
But the result was always the same—Senior Brother Bai Shaowei would cripple their cultivation and throw them out of the sect.
In the vast Xuanyang Sect, losing one or two outer disciples wouldn't cause any waves or attract attention from the higher-ups.
Without any surprises.
Today, this Ye Han would probably follow in the footsteps of those before him.
Perhaps... Ye Han's fate would be even more miserable.
After all, he not only refused to hand over the spirit stones but also dared to make threats.
For Senior Brother Bai Shaowei, this was absolutely unforgivable.
"Let me ask you one last time, where are the spirit stones?"
Bai Shaowei spoke again.
"Fuck off!" After successfully opening his eyes with great difficulty, Ye Han spat at Bai Shaowei and muttered two words with great difficulty.
"Very well!"
A flash of killing intent flickered in Bai Shaowei's eyes. He increased the strength in his hand once again. Ye Han, who was already on the brink of death, immediately became as weak as a strand of silk.
He was on the verge of losing his life.
Just as Ye Han was about to be crushed to death by Bai Shaowei.
At that moment.
A clear voice resounded from not far away.
"Bai Shaowei, the first rule of Xuanyan Sect is that it is forbidden to kill each other in the same sect. Have you forgotten something as basic as this?"