Furthermore, influenced by his parents, he looked down on Gu Tang from the bottom of his heart, and subconsciously opened his mouth to loudly retort: "Gu Nuo started it..."
A crisp "snap" rang out on the sword-testing platform.
Unexpectedly, before he could even finish speaking, his father, Wei Chengli, slapped him across the face.
Wei Bing was completely stunned by the blow!
He has almost never been beaten since he was a child.
Moreover, this wasn't the first time he had bullied Gu Nuo, and his father had never punished him for it.
"Shut up!" Wei Chengli was so angry that his hands were trembling. "Even if Gu Nuo hit him first, you are several years older than him. Can't you give way to your younger brother?! How have I taught you all this time?"
Before Wei Bing could speak, Wei Chengli turned to Gu Tang and smiled, "It turns out it was just a fight between children, a misunderstanding, nothing more... Why bother the sect leader and elders with such a trivial matter? I'll have Bing'er apologize to Gu Nuo. Gu Nuo is so much younger, even if..."
"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of everyone cultivating?" Gu Tang interrupted Wei Chengli without any politeness.
This Wei Chengli still wants to protect his arrogant son.
Gu Tang glanced down at Gu Nuo, and sure enough, the child's face turned bright red again.
He patted Gu Nuo's head and continued in a loud voice, "As for who started it, there were about ten children present at the time, all of whom were older than Nuo'er. I think they all know the reason."
He glanced coldly at Wei Chengli, who was about to speak again, and continued, "Of course, if they could gang up on my son with more than ten of them back then, they will certainly continue to verbally attack and bully him now! So..."
He flicked his sleeve and said, "None of that matters anymore!"
Wei Chengli was so speechless that he couldn't utter a single word.
Of course he wasn't afraid of Gu Tang; nobody here was afraid of Gu Tang.
But they're afraid of Qin Junche!
The other party is the Palace Master of Feiyun Palace, the "Demon Lord" feared by everyone in the cultivation world!
After Gu Tang finished speaking, he called out to Gu Nuo, "Nuo'er, if it's a one-on-one fight, are you afraid of this person?"
"Don't be afraid, Nuo'er!" Gu Nuo answered loudly, gripping the wooden sword in her hand tightly.
"Very good." Gu Tang nodded with a smile, "Father and..."
He turned to look at Qin Junche and continued, "Your father, Junche, is here watching over you."
He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping coldly over the faces of the children who had bullied Gu Nuo and their parents.
Gu Tang said coldly, "Just now, some people only dared to beat my son together, a dozen or so of them, yet they said that I and Palace Master Feiyun were backing up Nuo'er, and that we were bullying the weak..."
He sneered, "Now that Palace Master Feiyun and I are here, your parents are here too, and even the sects and elders behind your parents are here. Although Nuo'er is a little younger and we have fewer people in a one-on-one fight, we can still take this loss!"
Gu Tang asked, "Are there still people who think that I and Palace Master Feiyun are bullying the weak? Are there still people who think it's unfair?"
The entire room fell silent.
Qin Junche's icy gaze followed Gu Tang's gaze as it swept across the entire room.
All the Danxin Pavilion disciples whose eyes were swept over by the Flying Cloud Palace Master shut their mouths.
Who the hell would dare to complain about unfairness right now, under the very nose of the Demon Lord's disciple?!
Moreover...
While it might seem like a stretch to say that Gu Tang and his group were outnumbered, Gu Nuo is indeed very young.
"Go on! Daddy's got your back!" Gu Tang looked away and patted Gu Nuo's head again.
"Yes!" Gu Nuo replied crisply.
His small hands gripped the wooden sword tightly, and his thin body stood ramrod straight.
Wei Chengli looked up at the still silent sect leader Dongfang Yu, then at his son, and finally could only sigh softly, whispering to Wei Bing, "Remember what your father just said."
He wasn't worried that his son couldn't beat Gu Nuo.
With the Palace Master of Feiyun Palace watching from the sidelines, who would dare to actually defeat the Demon Lord's son right under his nose?!
“I’m ready,” Gu Nuo said crisply.
"Wait a minute." Qin Junche, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, letting Gu Tang do the talking.
He lightly flicked his fingers, and a completely transparent short sword appeared in his palm.
The people of Danxin Pavilion were instantly drawn to the sword.
Although the sword is slightly short and narrow, its blade is full of spiritual energy, making it a truly rare and divine object.
Having such a powerful weapon in hand can at least double a person's cultivation level.
"This sword is named Che, and I forged it myself." Qin Junche waved his hand, and the transparent sword, which was so clear it made one's heart tremble, slowly flew to Gu Nuo's side.
The sword hilt rested obediently in front of his palm, as if waiting for him to grasp it.
"I am giving it to you now, so that you may use it to compete with others."
"Thank you, Father!" Gu Nuo was overjoyed.
"That's not fair!" Wei Bing, young and fearless, shouted loudly again.
Qin Junche glanced at him casually and said indifferently, "You can also have your father replace your weapon now, and we won't say a word."
Chapter 20 The Son's Father is the Demon Lord (20)
An awkward silence fell over the area around the sword-testing platform.
Wei Chengli almost wanted to slap his son again. The Flying Cloud Palace Master personally forged the sword; the entire Danxin Pavilion probably couldn't find a better weapon.
Moreover, Wei Bing was seven years older than Gu Nuo.
Standing in front of six-year-old Gu Nuo, he appeared even taller and stronger, almost as big as two Gu Nuo.
Moreover, everyone in Danxin Pavilion knows that Wei Chengli has a son with considerable talent who is about to achieve Foundation Establishment at the age of thirteen and will soon condense his meridians, making him qualified to enter the inner sect just like himself.
Gu Nuo, however, was not even qualified to cultivate because of his father, Gu Tang.
In this situation, how dare Wei Bing complain about unfairness?!
Wei Chengli felt his face burning, and the gazes of his fellow disciples around him made him feel uneasy.
"Bing'er, shut up!" he quickly scolded. "We are just fellow martial artists, so stop when you've made your point. Don't say anything more."
"Yes!" Wei Bing pouted, still feeling wronged.
Gu Tang gave a soft "heh," and Gu Nuo also turned to look at her two fathers.
Then he turned around resolutely, stretched out his small hand, and firmly grasped the short sword.
Just thinking that this was personally crafted and given to him by his father, Junche, filled him with a sense of power.
"Senior brother, please." Gu Nuo straightened her small body and said politely in a loud voice.
Gu Tang tugged at Qin Junche's sleeve, and the two returned to the stands together.
Wei Chengli also left the sword-testing platform.
In the center of the empty testing platform, Wei Bing stretched out his hand, and a long sword landed in his hand.
"Hmph." He snorted coldly, looking at Gu Nuo with a gloomy gaze.
His father told him to go easy on him, but he wouldn't listen!
He wanted to beat Gu Nuo until he was rolling on the ground, and snatch the sword from his hand.
It's just one more father. He doesn't believe that Gu Nuo, that bastard, can get away with anything!
Wei Bing had made up his mind and didn't even bother with the most basic polite reply.
People saw his figure suddenly flash, and he rushed towards Gu Nuo.
Wei Bing was incredibly fast!
Many inner disciples of Danxin Pavilion in the stands couldn't help but nod slightly and show approving smiles.
To reach such a level at such a young age, this child is truly gifted.
It seems that Danxin Pavilion will soon have another young inner disciple.
In the blink of an eye, Wei Bing's sword was about to pierce Gu Nuo.
Gu Nuo's small body remained motionless.
Everyone in Danxin Pavilion had no doubt that unless Palace Master Feiyun personally intervened, this would be an overwhelming and unpredictable contest.
Ning Wan glanced at Gu Tang, who was standing with his hands behind his back on the opposite stand, and a gloating, malicious smile flashed across her face.
However, at that moment, Gu Nuo made a move.
No one could believe that a six-year-old child could move so fast!
When Wei Bing rushed to the spot where Gu Nuo had just been standing, he thrust out his sword but missed.
Gu Nuo had already taken off, her thin figure in coarse blue clothes rapidly changing shape in the air.
In the blink of an eye, he landed behind Wei Bing.
He held the nearly transparent short sword in his hand and gently presented it.
By the time Wei Bing reacted, the icy cold tip of the sword was already pressed against the back of his neck.
A chill ran down his neck, suppressing all his arrogance and discontent.
What remained was a fear and dread that rose from nowhere, making him tremble all over.
"Do you admit defeat or not?" Gu Nuo's crisp voice rang out behind him.
It was cold, but also resolute.
His tone was completely undisturbed, as if from the very beginning he was certain he would win.
"I won't admit defeat!" Wei Bing shouted shrilly.
The boy's voice, still sharp and piercing, sounded particularly harsh on the empty testing ground: "You cheated! Your father must have helped you! I don't believe a little bastard like you could win by yourself... Aaaaaah!"
Before Wei Bing could finish speaking, he suddenly screamed in agony.
The sword in Gu Nuo's hand was originally only resting on the back of his neck.