Once these words were uttered, a deathly silence immediately pervaded the chamber!
Li Miaoxin was on the verge of bursting out laughing.
The little fat boy was taken aback at first upon hearing this. Then, looking at Lin Xiaolu, who was a head shorter than him, he trembled with rage.
This rustic urchin actually dared to insult him!
The senior brothers of the Nine Infants Lineage behind him were also extremely angry. The leading tall and thin cultivator, Zhao Zhipeng, even had a gloomy expression and said, "The new disciple of the Star-Picking Lineage is rather arrogant, eh?"
Li Miaoxin folded her arms and snorted coldly, "What do you want? Bullying the younger? Bullying my little junior brother? Zhao Zhipeng, you of the Nine Infants Lineage are truly shameless!"
The cultivator named Zhao Zhipeng did not respond to Li Miaoxin's words. Instead, he looked at Lin Xiaolu and sneered menacingly at the corner of his mouth.
"I wouldn't dare to bully the junior brother of the Star-Picking Lineage. I just want our new disciple of the Nine Infants Lineage to have a sparring session with your new disciple of the Star-Picking Lineage. What do you think?"
"Rubbish!" Li Miaoxin was thoroughly enraged. She pointed at Zhao Zhipeng and scolded loudly, "This little fat boy is at least ten years old, while my junior brother is only seven. You are clearly bullying the younger! Have you really lost all sense of shame!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other cultivators behind Zhao Zhipeng retorted with jeers.
"Senior sister Li, that's not right. When we cultivators spar, we don't consider age."
"Exactly. If we consider age in sparring, we won't be afraid of being ridiculed."
"Senior sister Miaoxin, if you don't dare to spar, just admit it. Our senior brothers of the Nine Infants Lineage won't laugh at you."
The group of people chattered and laughed uproariously. The unrestrained voices were even grating to Monkey San'er, who was carrying spiritual food outside the chamber.
Li Miaoxin was so angry that her fair face turned crimson. She gnashed her silver teeth and said indignantly, "My junior brother and your junior brother have just entered Mount Emei and haven't even started cultivation. There is no spiritual power in their bodies. They are just children. What else should we consider in sparring if not age? You are truly shameless!"
Seeing Li Miaoxin's trembling hands with anger, Zhao Zhipeng sneered sharply, "Senior sister Li, don't be impatient. If you don't dare to spar, it's no big deal."
After that, he patted the little fat boy on the shoulder and said, "Little Dan, senior brother will take you back and publicize this widely. They are both new disciples, but the disciple of the Star-Picking Lineage doesn't even have the courage to spar with you. Hahaha."
The little fat boy beamed with joy upon hearing this. Looking at Lin Xiaolu, who was three years younger and a head shorter than him, he raised his head arrogantly and snorted. Then he turned around, ready to leave with Zhao Zhipeng.
"What does'sparring' mean?"
Just as everyone was about to leave, Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked.
He and his sister were too young to fully understand the meaning of sparring.
The group of people from the Nine Infants Lineage burst into laughter upon hearing this, which made Li Miaoxin's chest heave with anger.
"Hahaha, the new disciple of the Star-Picking Lineage is something. He doesn't even understand sparring. Hahaha."
"I thought that after twenty years, the Star-Picking Lineage would recruit some extraordinary prodigies. Unexpectedly, it's a dullard."
Zhao Zhipeng was also laughing so hard that he held his stomach. Looking at Lin Xiaolu, he snorted, "Sparring means you have a fight with my junior brother. Do you understand?"
Lin Xiaolu nodded blankly, then blinked his large eyes and asked curiously, "Then when can we spar?"
"Anytime." Zhao Zhipeng waved his hand impatiently in reply. He had come here to pick a quarrel in the first place. Now that his goal had been achieved, he didn't want to continue lingering. He wanted to go back and publicize that the new disciple of the Star-Picking Lineage was a coward.
And just at the moment he finished answering, Lin Xiaolu suddenly grabbed the white jade porcelain pot on the table and smashed it at the plump little fat boy in front of him!
With a crisp "clang", the porcelain pot shattered into pieces, and the little fat boy let out a shrill cry and fell to the ground, his face covered in blood!
This scene startled everyone, and for a moment, they all stood rooted to the spot.
But just because they were stunned didn't mean Lin Xiaolu was. While the little fat boy was covering his face and screaming, the seven-year-old Lin Xiaolu didn't hesitate and kicked him. He kicked the little fat boy until he rolled around on the ground, with tears, snot, and blood streaming everywhere.
While kicking, Lin Xiaolu was also cursing, "Stop crying! What the hell are you crying for? Didn't you find out who you were messing with? You wanted to spar with me? I've been fighting since I was in my mother's womb. Damn it!"
Behind him, Xiaoyuer, still in her red bellyband, blinked her bright and innocent eyes, sat on the stool, swung her little feet, and watched her brother beating someone quietly.
This kind of thing was nothing unusual for her. In order to protect her from being bullied, her brother used to fight with those older children in the village often. He was always quick, accurate, and ruthless in his attacks.
"Stop!"
It was only when the little fat boy was almost kicked to death that the people around finally reacted. The enraged Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand, ready to teach this little brat a lesson. Li Miaoxin immediately prepared to stop him. However, Lin Xiaolu showed no fear at all. At the moment when Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand, he grabbed a sharp piece of porcelain from the broken teapot, crouched in front of the bawling little fat boy, pointed the porcelain directly at his eyeball, and then looked up at Zhao Zhipeng with his youthful and tender face and said,
"What do you want to do?"
Zhao Zhipeng was taken aback. Looking at the sharp and pointed porcelain piece in the boy's hand, his hand, which was raised halfway, froze there. He hesitated and dared not make a move.
He was only a third-level Qi Condensation cultivator and had no certainty of rescuing the little fat boy unscathed.
Li Miaoxin was also startled. She looked at Lin Xiaolu with astonishment in her beautiful eyes. Her little junior brother... seemed really fierce.
An eerie silence immediately descended upon the chamber. Only the cries of the little fat boy continued.
After a long while, Zhao Zhipeng took a few deep breaths. His chest was heaving violently with anger. He said furiously, "Fine. The new disciple of your Star-Picking Lineage is quite something. I will definitely report this to the Law Enforcement Hall. Just wait to be punished!"
He pointed at Lin Xiaolu and roared angrily, "Wantonly assaulting a fellow disciple, showing no respect for the law and no respect for elders. You're doomed!"
He ranted furiously for a long time. However, Lin Xiaolu did not show any sign of panic. There was not a ripple on his small, palm-sized face. Only after he finished speaking did he say softly, "Xiaoyuer."
"Brother." The little girl called out sweetly behind him.
"What did this senior brother say when I asked him what'sparring' meant?" Lin Xiaolu stared at Zhao Zhipeng and asked.
"Senior brother said sparring is fighting." Xiaoyuer replied in a childish voice.
"Then... when can we fight?" Lin Xiaolu asked again.
Xiaoyuer tilted her head and smiled, "Senior brother said anytime."
Zhao Zhipeng's face immediately turned ugly. The other senior brothers behind him helped him retort, "But you used a weapon!"
"Is fighting with a weapon not fighting?" Lin Xiaolu continued to ask calmly.
The cultivator was immediately at a loss for words. He stared with wide eyes and couldn't answer.
Zhao Zhipeng also realized it. He glared at Lin Xiaolu and shouted angrily, "Using a weapon can kill people. It's different from ordinary fighting!"
"Then... is he dead?"
Once these calm words were spoken, Zhao Zhipeng was once again at a loss for words. He was so angry that he was filled with rage. The finger pointing at Lin Xiaolu couldn't stop trembling, but he couldn't say a word.
Finally, Lin Xiaolu suddenly grinned and said sweetly, "Senior brother, who won this sparring session?"
Zhao Zhipeng shuddered. For some reason, looking at this young boy who hadn't even started formal cultivation, he felt a tingle of fear.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Xiaolu's smile suddenly disappeared. The sharp porcelain piece in his hand suddenly thrust downwards!
"I asked you who won!"
The little fat boy, with a blood-covered face, was so terrified by the porcelain piece so close to him that he didn't dare to move. He even cried out in a Crashed voice, "You won! You won! You're my father! You're my father!"
After that, a stench came from the little fat boy's crotch.
He had been scared to pee...