Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system

"Damn, how dare you hit me?! Don't you know it's a crime for an Outer Court disciple to hit an Inner Court disciple?" the disciple shouted shamelessly, clutching his bloody nose.

'Hah, what he says is actually true,' Wang Ming thought. It was one of those unfair rules in the sect—meant to "motivate" Outer Court disciples to work harder. It was effective in a twisted way, since no one liked being crushed and unable to retaliate due to fear of expulsion.

"Senior Fang Juan!" the disciple's eyes lit up when he saw a familiar figure passing by.

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Fang Juan, who had recently been beaten black and blue by his uncle and was now living in constant fear of retribution from Wang Ming, had finally stepped out of his house. Even then, he remained cautious. From what he had learned from his uncle, it seemed Wang Ming wouldn't bother with him—considering him too insignificant to waste time on. Normally, being dismissed like that would have angered him, but now, it was a relief.

Honestly, he felt he deserved the beating and even wished it had come sooner. He had promised himself that he wouldn't cause any more trouble and would restrain himself going forward.

"Senior Fang Juan!" While he was walking, he heard someone call out his name from the direction of the technique hall. He was actually on his way somewhere else and hadn't planned to stop by here, so the call surprised him.

He walked toward the technique hall, and his eyebrows twitched when he saw who it was. He recognized the person immediately—one of his lackeys who used to help him with all kinds of misdeeds he committed. He frowned when he saw his current state: the disciple was clutching his bleeding, seemingly broken nose, and his robe was soaked with sweat.

"What happened?" Fang Juan asked with a frown, already starting to feel a flicker of anger without even fully understanding the situation. Even though the guy was a lackey, he had considered him a friend and wanted to know who did this.

"Senior Fang Juan, you have to avenge me! A damn Outer Court disciple did this to me!" the disciple said in anger. After failing to hurt the person who injured him, he saw a glimmer of hope in his old boss—hoping Fang Juan would take revenge on his behalf.

"Eh? An Outer Court disciple?" Fang Juan's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

'Since when were Outer Court disciples bold and strong enough to beat up an Inner Court disciple?' he thought inwardly.

"Yes, it was this bastard!" the disciple said viciously, pointing at the culprit. Fang Juan followed his gaze. The disciple was laughing gleefully inside, thinking the heavens had sent Fang Juan at just the right time to avenge his humiliation.

What he failed to notice, however, was that Fang Juan's eyes had widened like saucers, his face had turned pale, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

'Fuck! Does he want to screw me over?' Fang Juan's heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he recognized the person in question—it was Wang Ming, the very person he had been dreading to encounter. He cursed his luck and cursed his so-called friend for dragging him into this mess.

Without a moment of hesitation, he turned and kicked his lackey.

Bang!

"S-Senior, why did you hit me?" the disciple looked at Fang Juan in shock, clutching his chest. He could tell a few of his ribs were broken from the kick.

"Don't cause trouble and learn to be a good person," Fang Juan muttered coldly before bolting out of the scene.

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Wang Ming watched the entire scene with amusement. He recognized Fang Juan as someone who had messed with him when he first entered the Inner Court. Watching him run away, Wang Ming didn't bother pursuing him. He wasn't that petty—he considered Fang Juan too insignificant.

Just then, the elder who had left earlier returned and was startled to see the disciple injured.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you injured?" the elder asked, looking around.

"Elder, you won't believe it! These Outer Court disciples hit me for no reason!" the disciple shouted, trying to gain sympathy.

The elder looked at Wang Ming's group, then back at the disciple, his expression skeptical. He knew full well how arrogant and dishonest some Inner Court disciples could be.

"Are you sure they're Outer Court disciples? Since when do Core Disciples look like Outer Court disciples to you?" the elder asked coldly, narrowing his eyes.

The disciple frowned and turned to look back at Wang Ming and his group. His expression changed instantly as realization dawned on him.

"Why... why are you wearing those robes?" Fang Juan asked in shock when he saw Wang Ming and the girls wearing the robes of Core Disciples, complete with badges bearing their names. His face turned pale at the implications.

"We were recently promoted by the Sect Master to Core Disciples," Wang Ming replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Upon hearing this, the disciple swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. Even the elder looked surprised and stepped forward to inspect their robes and badges, confirming that they were genuine.

"Then... why were you wearing Outer Court robes in the first place?" the disciple asked, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"As I said, we were only recently promoted. We didn't have time to change, so we came straight to the Technique Hall," Wang Ming replied, then continued, enjoying the disciple's pale expression.

"I was about to inform you that we're Core Disciples, but before I could even change into the new robes, you started causing trouble," Wang Ming said, rolling his eyes at the panicked disciple.

"Now, can we go, or do you still want to fight?" Wang Ming asked calmly.

"N-No, Senior, please go inside!" the disciple said hurriedly as Wang Ming and the girls walked into the hall under the watchful eyes of the elder and the other disciples.

"This is why I always tell you to control your arrogance," the elder said sternly, looking at the disciple. "It will bring disaster one day. Now leave."

The disciple bowed his head and bolted out in fear.