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On the other hand, Wang Ming, who had been expecting an entertaining show, was completely dumbfounded. He had fully anticipated the elder stepping in, and when he learned that Fang Juan was his nephew, he became even more excited. He thought he would have to fight the disciple, slap him in the face, and then deal with the elder trying to intervene—only to kill them both in the end. However, he didn't expect them to completely ignore the script. If the elder or Fang Juan had known his thoughts, they would have probably coughed up blood.

The other disciples watching from the sidelines, who had also been eagerly waiting for a show, were just as dumbfounded as Wang Ming. They silently observed as Fang Juan was dragged away from his spot.

"This... isn't what I expected to happen," one of the disciples couldn't help but mumble.

"Yeah, this didn't follow the usual script," another disciple added.

"Exactly! Shouldn't the Elder have backed Fang Juan instead of dragging him away? And more importantly, he was dragged by the neck!" said another disciple in a stunned voice. He had seen Fang Juan seducing or snatching females from others before, and his uncle, the Elder, had always supported him.

They did this almost every time new Outer Court disciples arrived—challenging them to a match for their partner to prove their strength. Being hot-blooded, most accepted the challenge, and after losing, the female partner would leave the loser about half the time unless there was genuine love. This was a Dual Cultivation sect, and changing partners was as common as changing socks.

"Is there something special about this group? Moreover, I think something is wrong with my eyes, but I swear I saw fear in the Elder's eyes when he looked at the woman Fang Juan targeted—and even greater fear when he looked at the male disciple," another disciple said while darting his eyes between Wang Ming and Bai Lingxi.

"Could this guy be Wang Ming? I think I heard rumors about him—how he caused chaos in the Outer Court and stole the partners of many male disciples. This guy even participated in a death match," commented one disciple.

"Me too, I also heard about it," added another person.
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"He's going to participate in the competition, right? Let's go check out what's so special about him," suggested one disciple, and many others nodded in agreement, their curiosity piqued.

'What if there's nothing special about him?' Some disciples had different thoughts. Having been enamored by the beauty of his female companions, they decided that if Wang Ming wasn't strong or talented, they would try to snatch his girls for themselves. Their lips curled into a sly smile—only to suddenly shudder when they noticed Wang Ming smiling in their direction.

"Tsk, I thought I could create art," Bai Lingxi clicked her tongue. If someone had looked carefully at her hands, they would have noticed a thin layer of frost slowly receding. That's right—she had been about to turn them into beautiful ice sculptures but was disappointed when they didn't play by the rules.

"Art? Sister Lingxi, what are you talking about?" Luo Li asked as she watched those bastards leave.

"She was going to freeze them into ice statues," Shi Yu commented, clearly annoyed by Fang Juan's behavior as well.

"What?! I was angry too, but you can't just freeze them in the open," Luo Li said, reminding her that killing outside of a death match could get them kicked out of the sect.

"Hmph, Wang Ming has special privileges, so it wouldn't be a problem. I planned to cut off their air supply and make them suffocate to death," Bai Lingxi said, causing Shi Yu to look at her speechlessly.

"That's not elegant. You should have frozen them and then shattered their ice sculptures—it would have looked beautiful," Luo Li added, making everyone stare at them blankly.

'Damn, am I the only sane one here?' Shi Yu thought as she listened to the girls. Her lips twitched when she noticed the proud look on Wang Ming's face. He even wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye as if deeply moved.

"Alright, let's go," Shi Yu said as she started walking, thinking she might also go crazy if she stayed any longer.

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"Release me at once, Uncle!" Fang Juan shouted, furious at his uncle for dragging him by the neck in front of everyone. The pain was even worse than the embarrassment.

After finding a relatively secluded area, the elder, who was still holding onto Fang Juan as he flailed in his grasp, finally let go of him.

"Kuuhh… How can you treat me like this in public?!" Fang Juan said indignantly. He was also confused—why the hell had his uncle acted this way? He had been beaten and reprimanded in private before, but never in public. This was the first time.

Holding onto his neck, Fang Juan glared at his uncle, who had a tired look on his face.

"How dare you lay your hands on me! Wait till I—"

"HOW DARE I?!" the elder shouted, veins visibly bulging on his forehead.

Stopping abruptly, Fang Juan looked at his uncle in disbelief. Never in his whole life had he seen him lose his cool like this.

"You bastard, looks like you've forgotten who you're talking to. Have I been too lenient with you?" the elder said with a cold glare, making Fang Juan snap back to his senses as his face turned pale.

"U-Uncle, I-I apologize," Fang Juan stammered in a timid voice, causing the elder to sigh in frustration.

"Do you even know who you were trying to provoke?" the elder asked in a tired voice.

"Who? Just some mere Outer Court disciple," Fang Juan replied with a frown, wondering if there was something special about them.

'Are they from a powerful family or clan? I've never heard of them before.' He wasn't stupid, but he couldn't recall recognizing them from any influential background.

"Heh… Mere, you say? Hah. Now listen to me—don't provoke them, or I won't be able to save your ass next time. You might even end up dead," the elder warned before vanishing from sight.