Flower Shirong walked up to the small window of the iron gate, although it was tightly shut, and shouted loudly, "Listen up, you little brats of the Ling family! If you dare, come to the 'ding' room right now. Your uncle Flower is waiting. Stop talking nonsense! So what if you're at the eighth level of the Martial Warrior realm? You'll do whatever I tell you!"
Who wouldn't boast? It's not like it's a big deal.
In an instant, the entire confinement room area fell silent, engulfed in a stifling stillness.
Everyone knew the level of Ling Yukuan's abilities. He possessed the strength to challenge the ninth level of the Martial Warrior realm. Yet, he was constantly begging for mercy in Flower Shirong's hands. If he hadn't been thoroughly beaten, no one would dare utter the words of begging for mercy.
However, in that fleeting moment, chaos erupted in the entire confinement area. Ling Yuhai and the others shouted loudly, "Old Guantou, I demand a room change!"
Following suit, several other members of the Ling family also requested room changes. Even Blue Shi Hai enthusiastically joined in the commotion, never missing an opportunity to stir up trouble.
At this time, Flower Shirong was calmly sitting in the room, practicing meditation.
The confinement room, which was supposed to be a place for reflection, became turbulent once again due to the room change requests. This caught the attention of Old Guantou, the guard of the confinement room, who walked over and sternly reprimanded, "Seven days without food! If you cause trouble again, I'll add another half month. It would be less trouble if a few little brats starved to death!"
Silence reigned!
Compared to the strong desire for revenge in their hearts, physiological needs were more in line with human nature. The thought of going without a morsel of food for the next seven days instilled fear.
But the words spoken by Old Guantou were as unchangeable as a warrior's oath. Within this confined space, Old Guantou's words were final.
Finally, the confinement room settled down!
Flower Shirong and the others endured seven days without food. Flower Shirong practiced the "Mortal Technique" quietly throughout the week.
With the cultivation of the Mortal Technique, the increase in internal energy was remarkable.
In just these seven short days, Flower Shirong felt that his internal energy had increased by nearly thirty percent. In other words, in the face of an enemy, he could unleash the Thunderstrike technique four times and the Fireball technique twice.
The increase in self-preservation skills also strengthened his confidence in facing the Ling family's descendants. However, his cursed body was too weak and vulnerable. It couldn't withstand a beating! It seemed that after leaving the confinement room, he would have to quickly strengthen his physical training.
On that day, the long-lost small iron window opened, and the old face of Old Guantou appeared at the window. He sighed with infinite emotion, saying, "Such peaceful seven days! Considering your good behavior, old man here is feeling generous. Today, each person can have an extra steamed bun. Additionally, I will allow each of you to make a small request, but nothing too excessive. Otherwise, there will be another week of food suspension."
Ling Yukuan glanced at Flower Shirong and suddenly clenched his teeth, saying, "I request a room change."
Old Guantou nodded and said, "This request is not excessive, reasonable even. After all, it's confinement. Which room isn't closed off? But it will cost you a deduction of 500 credits. Are you willing?"
Although 500 credits were important, they were insignificant compared to living in constant fear and anxiety throughout the day.
Ling Yukuan hurriedly nodded repeatedly, saying, "I'm willing! I'm willing!"
Overjoyed, he shed tears.
Flower Shirong grumbled unhappily, saying, "Brother Yukuan, if you act like this, people will think I bullied you. I was just thinking about how to feed you later."
Ling Yukuan's injuries had gradually improved after taking the healing medicine, but the broken arm would take some time to heal.
"If you want, you can give your food to me. It won't be in vain for us to share the same room."
Amid Flower Shirong's chattering, Old Guantou opened the iron gate, and Ling Yukuan rushed out of the confinement room as if escaping a place of guilt. His agility was nothing like that of an injured person.
Old Guantou led Ling Yukuan to the room where Blue Shi Hai was staying. As for the outcome, it was not a concern for Flower Shirong.
At this moment, Flower Shirong's focus was on the food in front of him, both his own and the portion Ling Yukuan left behind.
For someone who had gone hungry for a week, everything looked like a delicious feast.
Although Old Guantou mentioned allowing each person to make a small request, in the end, it was only Ling Yukuan who made one. Others chose to ignore it automatically, learning from Ling Yukuan's lesson.
In the following days, the confinement room remained calm. Flower Shirong practiced quietly without any disturbance. He guessed that such peaceful days wouldn't last long, and perhaps, one of the Ling family disciples might suddenly be confined here.
But the thought of his survival skills put Flower Shirong at ease.
Fortunately, such an incident did not occur. Since the outbreak of the food suspension event, there had been no major disturbances in the confinement room area. Everyone knew not to provoke Old Guantou; the memory of the food suspension was still fresh.
The several Ling family disciples who were confined, even if they were restless in their hearts and harbored intense resentment towards Flower Shirong, had to suppress their explosive anger and obediently abide by the punishment imposed by Old Guantou.
On this day, a harsh voice echoed from the confinement room, "Monthly visitation day, half an hour. No causing trouble, or the punishment will be intensified!"
"Visitation day?"
Flower Shirong felt a sense of relief in his heart. Wasn't it just "time out" in prison?
It had already been a month since he was confined. Time had flown by!
Flower Shirong sighed inwardly but then suddenly became tense, realizing something that made his heart skip a beat.
Stepping out of the confinement room, Flower Shirong basked in the sunlight and admired the green vegetation in the courtyard. People started coming out of the confinement rooms one by one.
Flower Shirong spotted Ling Yukuan. He followed closely behind a muscular young man dressed in blue and purple, his head lowered and cautious, like a follower.
However, Ling Yukuan looked much better. When he lifted his head and saw Flower Shirong, a flash of resentment crossed his eyes, followed by a panicked avoidance.
Flower Shirong knew that the young man was Blue Shi Hai. At that moment, Blue Shi Hai happened to be looking in Flower Shirong's direction. His sharp gaze flashed, his robust muscles exuding a powerful aura, dominating and overbearing!
Indeed, he had an imposing presence. No wonder the Ling family disciples couldn't handle him. Flower Shirong secretly praised him.
Blue Shi Hai was notorious in the academy for his hot temper. If things didn't go his way, he would resort to violence. In his own words, a real man settled things with his fists. The students called him the "Tyrant King."
Although Blue Shi Hai was only fourteen years old, his cultivation had reached the triple stage of the Warrior realm, and he had an adult-sized physique, giving him an advantage in fights.
After spotting Flower Shirong, Blue Shi Hai started walking towards him.
At the same time, all the confined individuals were moving closer to the T-shaped room.
Flower Shirong sensed that something was amiss. The Ling family disciples were seeking revenge against him.
Dealing with one person using his Thunder Strike Technique would be manageable, but it would be difficult with two, not to mention the presence of Blue Shi Hai, who seemed even more eager for a challenge than the Ling family disciples.
Before these people could approach him, Flower Shirong loudly exclaimed, "Old Guantou, they are going to kill someone!"
Old Guantou's voice timely appeared in the air above the confinement area. It was not loud, but to Flower Shirong's ears, it sounded delightful and satisfying. "Those who dare to violate the rules and regulations will be severely punished!"
Everyone came to a halt, their faces showing hesitation.
They had all experienced the consequences of not listening to Old Guantou's words, and it was severe.
"It's fortunate to have Old Guantou, the terrifying god, around. They wouldn't dare to act recklessly."
Flower Shirong secretly felt relieved. If he were to be surrounded and attacked, his only option would be to crouch down and play dead.
Flower Shirong walked through the weeds, breathing in the fresh air and stretching his body with vigor. This precious half-hour should not be wasted.
Just then, a chilling sensation suddenly emerged from the depths of his heart.
Flower Shirong swiftly turned around. Those who had been warned by Old Guantou were now within three zhang of him, showing signs of surrounding him.
Were they planning to gang up on him?
Among these people was the most troublesome troublemaker, the Tyrant King, Blue Shi Hai. The few students who clearly weren't Ling family disciples, unknown mischief lurking within them, followed closely behind and approached as well.
Ling Yukuan harbored great fear towards Flower Shirong, but at this moment, his eyes radiated an eager gleam. The closer they got, the more intense the gleam became.
Flower Shirong took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Old Guantou, if you don't show up now, someone is going to die!"
A lazy voice came in response, "Let them die, then!"
Damn it! Tolerating this!
This Old Guantou wasn't a good person either!
It was likely that he had been bribed by the Ling family disciples and intentionally created this opportunity, wanting to let himself be retaliated against as a matter of course.
If that's the case, then let's fight.
With this thought in mind, Flower Shirong turned around and calmly observed the group of people. With a flick of his right hand, a shiny little knife appeared.
He had no idea what his previous self liked, but besides a few basic textbooks for studying, which lay dormant in a corner of his treasure bag, there were only three knives: a small knife, a dagger, and a steel knife.
Flower Shirong suspected that his previous self had a serious dependence on knives.
None of these weapons are suitable. The small knife is too short, less than three inches, what good is it?
The steel knife is too long, over four feet, with the handle taking up one-third of the length. It would be too conspicuous when facing an opponent among the students and would result in casualties.
The length of the dagger is just right, but Flower Shirong always feels awkward using it as a knife or a sword.
After thinking it over, only the small knife feels somewhat comfortable.
"A blade has no eyes! If you accidentally stab someone later, don't blame me! Old Guantou already said he won't show up until someone dies."
Flower Shirong reminded them.
A slender and spirited young man, taller than Flower Shirong, smiled and said, "If you have the guts, go ahead and stab. Flower Shirong, when you injured Ling Yuning, you should have anticipated this day."
"Ling Yukuan probably feels the same way. As a result, he received punishment and begged to change rooms, almost on the verge of life and death."
Flower Shirong immediately looked at Ling Yukuan, his face pale and his eyes flickering.
"Brother Yukuan, how has your time been with Brother Shihai these past few days?" Flower Shirong greeted with a playful smile, and Ling Yukuan's face turned ashen.
Blue Shihai crossed his arms and said cheerfully, "Flower Shirong, Brother Yukuan and I share a room and are as close as brothers. Eight words can summarize Brother Yukuan's style: exemplary student, a model for us all! Brother Yukuan's concern for me is immeasurable, attentive in every aspect. How can it be as unbearable as Brother Shirong claims?"
"Brother Shihai's guidance is exemplary. I am truly inferior," Flower Shirong replied.
The slender young man angrily said, "Flower Shirong, why don't you try guiding my Ling Yuhai?"
Flower Shirong turned to look at Ling Yuhai and said, "If that's the case, I will definitely guide you well. How about you come to my confinement room later? Enjoying the beautiful sunshine and fresh air like this, not savoring it would be a crime."
"A puny Martial Apprentice at the fifth stage dares to talk to me about crime? Do you think killing someone is so easy?"
As he spoke, Ling Yuhai made a move. He suddenly approached, his body soaring a yard higher, and swung his right arm, executing the most powerful move, "Triple Strike," from the fundamental martial art technique "Demon Subduing Fist."
If this punch misses, it's fine. But once it lands, it will unleash three consecutive explosive strikes with increasing force, which can only be withstood by someone with a strong physical body.
And this move is not something that junior division students are qualified to practice.