Chapter 86 Blame_1
Translator: 549690339
Master Chen was fuming with rage, and his disciples dared not even take a breath.
“Why are you silent now?”
Everyone looked around at each other, thinking bitterly, “Isn’t it because you, Master, started hitting as soon as you entered, not letting us speak at all?”
They turned to look at Dazhu, who had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:
“Master, this is not our fault.”
“If not your fault, then whose? Mine? Did I start this fight?”
“They started bullying first!” Dazhu whispered.
“Exactly, Master, they were too oppressive!” all the disciples chimed in agreement.
Master Chen scoffed, “Oh, they were oppressive, and you had no fault at all? Even if others were wrong, did you have to fight to this extent? If the Taoist Court had detained you, would I not have to shamelessly go to the Taoist Court and beg for your release? And if someone got seriously injured, would I not have to compensate them with Spirit Stones?”
Master Chen’s anger grew as he spoke, “Not to mention anything else, are Spirit Stones so easily earned? How did I raise such a wasteful bunch of you, who still haven’t learned much about Artifact Refining and only cause me trouble!”
“We only acted because Mo Hua was being bullied!”
“So what if Mo Hua was bullied? Who hasn’t been bullied before? If everyone who was bullied had to fight back, how many Cultivators would die or be injured in this world? I think you won’t learn your lesson today until you get a beating…”
Master Chen raised his stick as if to strike, then suddenly stopped and frowned, asking:
“Who was being bullied?”
“Mo Hua…” Dazhu said, glancing at the stick in his master’s hand and shrinking his neck slightly.
“Mo Hua?”
Thinking of Mo Hua’s appearance, a boy around ten years old, well-behaved and adorable, as well as harmless, Master Chen couldn’t help but ask with confusion:
“Who went crazy, to bully Mo Hua, that little kid?”
Seizing the moment, Dazhu hurriedly said, “It was not just bullying, it was obviously with a murderous intent, that’s why I stepped in!”
“A murderous intent?” Master Chen angrily said, “This is simply lawlessness!”
“Exactly! Exactly!”
“Absolutely intolerable!”
“Completely shameless!”
“Shut your mouths!” Master Chen barked.
Master Chen wasn’t clear about what had happened. He had just finished his work and had gone for a drink to ease his fatigue. Before he could even settle in, he heard that Dazhu had gotten into a fight again—not just Dazhu, but other apprentices as well. It wasn’t just a fight; the commotion was huge, not only were people injured, but even the Taoist Court was disturbed.
His blood surged with anger, and he rushed back to hold these disciples to account.
Master Chen continued to question Dazhu, “Who was bullying Mo Hua?”
“Qian Xing.”
“Qian Xing? The young master of the Qian Family?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know why?”
Dazhu shook his head.
Master Chen’s brow furrowed tighter. What conflict could there be between the Qian Family and Mo Hua? They had nothing in common…
But Qian Xing… I’ve heard that kid has always been a piece of work, bullying others just to show off his power seems likely.
Dazhu continued, “When I got there, Qian Xing and his group had already surrounded Mo Hua, and some were about to strike, aiming for the forehead. Out of urgency, I intervened.”
Listening, Master Chen got angrier, feeling that his guess was correct, and he couldn’t help but curse, “The little bastard…”
Probably used to being a tyrant on ordinary days, he wanted to bully someone to showcase his influence. If anyone did not yield to him, he’d lose his temper.
Though the Family Head of the Qian family, Qian Hong, was not a good man, he at least knew some limits. How could he possibly have a son like this…?
Could it really be… a bastard child?
Master Chen also couldn’t help but wonder.
Dazhu, seeing that his master was no longer angry, quietly asked:
“Master, are you still going to hit us?”
Master Chen glared at him: “What, you’re not comfortable unless you get a beating?”
Dazhu shook his head repeatedly, “No, no, no!”
Master Chen threw aside the stick but still said, “It’s good that you helped someone, but to end up in such a state just from lending a hand is unlikely. You must have gotten carried away in the fight and then lost all sense of measure, regardless of the consequences.”
Master Chen knew these disciples too well. If they really wanted to save someone, they would just save and leave. It must have been some conflict that arose. They were all young and with resentments, they couldn’t pull back once they started.
Luckily none of the disciples had been seriously hurt or killed, or else just the cost of the pills for treating the injuries would’ve been a hefty sum of spirit stones, a significant burden for a typical cultivator’s family.
Once a cultivator falls into debt, it’s like having an iron weight pressed upon them, making every breath feel exhausting.