The Proud Forest Deer

Mr. Yang glanced at the two children with blood streaming down their heads, then turned his gaze to the youthful siblings. His expression remained unchanged as he approached the girl named Chuchu. With an aged hand, he raised his palm, and a radiant, fiery light illuminated his palm. Before long, the girl's injured forehead miraculously healed, as if untouched.

Afterward, he used the same method to treat the young cultivator known as Brother Nianyun. Once everything was taken care of, he approached Lin Xiaolu and Xiao Yuer, looking down at the siblings from above and asked, "Why were you fighting?"

Lin Xiaolu, with her palm-sized face, raised her hand and pointed to the other cultivators, saying, "My sister and I wanted to go in, but they wouldn't let us. They even demanded that we tell them our names and said they wouldn't allow us to pass if we didn't listen to them."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Mr. Yang!" immediately retorted a young cultivator. "It's clear that we were just curious about their names, and they refused to tell us, so we fought."

"Yeah, it's no big deal if they didn't want to say. You're the one at fault for hitting people."

"That's right! Chuchu was about to inform you, and you injured her. It's despicable to hit a girl."

The surrounding children began accusing the siblings, their words filled with intensity. However, after the old man listened to everything, his gaze shifted to Chen Nianyun, who had just recovered from his injuries.

"Chen Nianyun, tell us what happened," he said.

Chen Nianyun, hearing the old man's question, didn't hesitate to point at Lin Xiaolu and complain, "Mr. Yang, this brat—"

"Whoosh!"

A sudden whistling sound filled the air, catching the old man off guard. A new goose-sized stone struck Chen Nianyun's face once again.

Chen Nianyun cried out in pain.

In the next moment, the petite figure of Lin Xiaolu charged forward and, right in front of Mr. Yang, kicked Chen Nianyun to the ground!

"What the hell! Dogs can't spit ivory from their mouths. You're asking for a beating!" Lin Xiaolu cursed loudly. As orphans without parents, he and his sister always detested being called brats by others in the village.

The enraged youth grabbed Chen Nianyun, who was injured once again, and slapped him, not satisfied with just one hit. He even mounted him and picked up another goose-sized stone, ready to strike.

The other young cultivators watched in astonishment!

None of them expected this newly accepted disciple, who possessed exceptional talent, to be so unruly, daring to attack someone in front of Mr. Yang!

"Stop!"

The old man, who had just reacted, spoke up.

Lin Xiaolu, who was straddling Chen Nianyun's waist, paused when he heard the voice, turning his head to look at the venerable Mr. Yang.

Seeing him stop, the slight dissatisfaction in the old man's eyes dissipated somewhat. He was taken aback earlier. He never expected this little fellow to have such a wild nature that he would even dare to act against him.

Deep in his heart, he knew that Chen Nianyun was in the wrong for publicly insulting someone else. It was indeed excessive. However, Lin Xiaolu's use of violence and the severity of his actions were also faults.

At this moment, his expression turned serious, preparing to let Lin Xiaolu stand up and speak.

But just as he was about to speak, Lin Xiaolu, still straddling Chen Nianyun's waist, coldly snorted at him.

"What the hell! Mind your own business!"

After speaking, the boy raised his hand and smashed a cobblestone onto Chen Nianyun's nose!

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the bridge of the young disciple's nose was directly shattered, and he let out a piercing scream. The gruesome scene terrified the other young disciples around, causing them to tremble and step back. After all, they were just children who had never witnessed such a ferocious act before. Lin Xiaolu's brutality struck fear into their hearts, making their calves tremble.

Especially Chuchu, the girl, who was so frightened that she burst into tears, no longer displaying her previous unruliness.

The elderly man with silver hair, infuriated by Lin Xiaolu's actions, trembled with anger.

The old man glared at Lin Xiaolu and said, "I originally thought you were being overly harsh in order to protect your sister, considering that the incident was indeed initiated by Chen Nianyun's mistake.

However, I never expected you to be so ruthless, showing no respect for your seniors and acting lawlessly!

I can no longer teach you of the Zhaixing lineage. Go back where you came from!"

After speaking, the enraged old man ignored Lin Xiaolu and prepared to treat Chen Nianyun's bloody injuries.

When he noticed that the siblings didn't move, he spoke in a cold voice, "I said, go back where you came from. Don't you understand?"

As the young disciples watched, Lin Xiaolu glanced at the old man in front of him, sneered, and spat, "Peh, you old geezer!"

As these disdainful words floated out, all the young disciples present couldn't believe their eyes.

This person actually insulted the teacher!

It's important to note that Mr. Yang from the Literacy Hall, although not a Core Formation stage cultivator like the Elder of the Emei Nine Veins, was still a respected figure at the Foundation Establishment stage. He had diligently served Emei for decades, and even the Sect Master would respectfully address him as "Teacher."

The reason he was teaching at the Literacy Hall was simply because his talent for cultivation fell short, dooming him to have no hope of reaching Core Formation in this lifetime. Thus, he became a teaching master, educating the future generations of Emei.

And now, this newcomer dared to insult this revered elder?

The old man was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Lin Xiaolu for a few seconds. Then, an overwhelming fury surged in his eyes, and cracks appeared on the stones beneath his feet!

Lin Xiaolu was startled, and before he could escape, he heard a thunderous roar:

"You little brat, today, on behalf of your Master Li Mingru, I will teach you a lesson!"

Lin Xiaolu's young face turned pale with fear as he looked at the old man before him, whose long hair and beard fluttered in the wind. In desperation, he mustered up a hint of stubbornness, squared his shoulders, and shouted, "Chen Nianyun called me a little beast, and I was harsh because I'm younger than him. But if I call you an old geezer, who is older than me, what right do you have to bully me?"

The voice of the childish boy echoed, causing the previously furious old man to pause for a moment, and his anger trembled slightly in his eyes.

Lin Xiaolu continued to roar angrily, "You say I disrespect my elders, but I don't even know you. Why should I respect you? Are you my grandfather or my great-grandfather? Did you feed me or clothe me? Even if you claim to be my husband, I haven't attended your classes, and you've never taught me a single word. What qualifications do you have to argue with me about right and wrong here?"

Lin Xiaolu grabbed Xiao Yuer's hand and muttered, "Knowing how to read? I don't give a damn about it, damn it!"

After spitting out his saliva, he glared at Chen Nianyun, whose face was covered in blood, with a fierce expression. "Next time, watch your mouth, or I'll bury you alive. Don't believe me? Try it!"

After saying that, he turned away without looking back, pulling Xiao Yuer along.

Xiao Yuer, holding her brother's hand, walked back while sticking her tongue out at the crowd, making a mischievous face - "Nyeh~"

Gradually, the siblings' figures completely disappeared in the distance, and the old man's eyes flickered. After a while, he sighed and his expression changed.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he suddenly felt that the little guy's words seemed to make some sense after all.