Hearing Wei Bing speak rudely and use that term to insult him.
His small face flushed red, and without hesitation, he thrust out his sword.
Short swords are inherently incredibly sharp!
Moreover, it was a weapon crafted by the greatest man of our time.
In the blink of an eye, the sword pierced through Wei Bing's shoulder and emerged from in front of him.
Crimson blood gushed out from where the sword had pierced, instantly staining Wei Bing's clothes on his shoulder.
His parents panicked and lunged at their son from the stands.
"Trying to bully the weak and the weak again, using your numbers to bully the few?" Qin Junche said coldly, "Do you all think I'm dead?!"
With a flick of his sleeve, he sent Wei Chengli and his wife crashing to the ground on the stands.
The two tumbled to the ground in a disheveled state, looking up at the tall and imposing Flying Cloud Palace Master, bewildered.
“Palace Master Feiyun.” Wei Chengli gritted his teeth and knelt on the platform.
His son was still screaming in agony on the sword-testing platform, and as his father, he was heartbroken.
"Please spare my son. Your son is exceptionally talented. Now that he is injured, this competition should end."
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Wei Bing was still screaming in agony.
"Do you admit defeat?" Gu Nuo asked again.
His little face was round and chubby. He looked up at his father, then at Junche's father.
Gu Nuo saw that neither of her fathers intended to stop her.
Gu Tang, in particular, nodded slightly to him.
The slight worry he had felt about stabbing Wei Bing completely dissipated.
"Do you admit defeat?" Gu Nuo asked seriously.
My father said that it's not about beating others, but about beating them until they submit.
Otherwise, they will keep bothering you, making you tired of dealing with such people and delaying your spiritual practice.
So now that his father has created this opportunity for him, he must seize it and make Wei Bing and the others admit defeat so that they will never dare to bother him again.
"I refuse to accept this! You little bastard, you can't let me... Ahhhhhh!" Wei Bing's foul language was cut short.
Gu Nuo had already drawn his sword and plunged it into his other shoulder.
"My son is already injured! In a duel between fellow disciples, it should be stopped when the time is right!" Wei Bing's mother shouted loudly, "Gu Nuo had clearly subdued him, yet he still cruelly stabbed him twice!"
Instead of pleading with Qin Junche alongside her husband, she turned and knelt before Dongfang Yu, the leader of Danxin Pavilion: "How could there be such a cold-blooded and cruel person in Danxin Pavilion? We beg the leader to do us justice!"
As she spoke, she kowtowed deeply to Dongfang Yu.
Gu Nuo was taken aback and looked up at Gu Tang.
Was he wrong to do that?
But before that, when Wei Binggang got his weapon, he said he wanted to test the sword on himself.
He also had two children, much taller than him, grab him and then pierced his shoulder with a sword.
He was only five years old at that time, and his father had not yet begun to teach him cultivation.
He only remembers being in excruciating pain, struggling desperately to bite Wei Bing before escaping and running home.
Later, Wei Bing's father, Wei Chengli, brought a lot of people to their door. Just because he had bitten Wei Bing, they forced the father to kneel down and apologize to them, and beat him so badly that he couldn't get out of bed for a month.
Was what I did cruel and cold-blooded?
Didn't I already defeat Wei Bing?
Gu Tang met Gu Nuo's gaze and guessed what he was thinking.
He nodded slightly to him, indicating that he was right.
Perhaps it was the unspoken understanding between father and son, but Gu Nuo's face lit up with joy.
His gaze hardened as he looked at Wei Bing, who was still screaming in agony, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you admit defeat?"
Dongfang Yu sighed softly, just about to speak.
Gu Tang glanced at him sideways, then suddenly said loudly, "Since the sect leader has never interfered in the children's fights before, he shouldn't be meddling today either. Otherwise, we'll have to assume that you're bullying the weak!"
There was clearly something hidden in his words!
Everyone in Danxin Pavilion knew something about Wei Bing and his group of friends bullying Gu Nuo in the past.
Gu Tang's meaning was quite clear: you'd better not interfere, or he and Qin Junche would take action.
"Bing'er, you still won't admit defeat!" Wei Chengli was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
He now deeply regrets that his son has been spoiled into such a temperament.
"I...I...I give up!" Wei Bing was in so much pain that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
He originally thought that his parents or elders in the family would protect him as they had in the past.
That's why I dared to be so stubborn!
Unexpectedly, even his father wasn't on his side this time.
He dared not continue to be willful and hurriedly said again, "I admit defeat, Gu Nuo! Please let me go."
Wei Bing felt another sharp pain in his shoulder as Gu Nuo finally pulled the sword away from him.
Wei Chengli breathed a sigh of relief and immediately rushed down to pick up his injured son.
For a fleeting moment, he was very close to Gu Nuo.
But he dared not have any other thoughts.
The Palace Master of Feiyun Palace stood there coldly, while Wei Chengli still wanted to live a good life.
"Next!" Gu Tang raised his chin and asked loudly, "Whose turn is it?"
The children who had bullied Gu Nuo earlier didn't dare to go down and compete with her anymore.
But……
Gu Tang waited for a moment, but no one answered.
He nudged Qin Junche with his elbow and said, "You come and make them leave the field."
The entire testing platform erupted in an uproar.
The members of Danxin Pavilion looked at Gu Tang in disbelief, then at Qin Junche.
They didn't believe that the dignified Master of Feiyun Palace would...
"Next," Qin Junche said calmly.
He was not only asking questions, but his hands were also moving.
With a casual flick of his left hand, the Palace Master of Feiyun grabbed a chubby boy of eleven or twelve years old from the stands and threw him in front of Gu Nuo.
"I know you're thinking that Palace Master Feiyun and Gu Tang went too far and don't know how to be forgiving!"
Gu Tang sneered, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the Danxin Pavilion disciples: "Back then, no one thought these kids had gone too far with my son, Gu Nuo!"
"If you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness?" he asked coldly.
Chapter 21 The Son's Father is the Demon Lord (21)
The mountain wind howled past, and Gu Tang stood tall and proud.
Everyone around the sword-testing platform at Danxin Pavilion remained silent.
Too many Danxin Pavilion disciples haven't given Gu Tang a second glance in a long time.
This was once the top disciple of the inner sect, a genius on whom the sect leader placed high hopes.
In the past few years, Gu Tang's cultivation level has declined, and he has been expelled from the inner sect. Gradually, he has disappeared from the sect.
Now he stands tall, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he has regained his former glory.
In a daze, someone recalled that this sword-testing platform was originally Gu Tang's home ground.
He once defeated nine people here with a single sword strike, accepting the challenge from a disciple of Danxin Pavilion's biggest rival, defeating him so thoroughly that the disciple was convinced of his superiority and never dared to challenge him again.
He once fought his way through the inner sect trials of Danxin Pavilion at the age of sixteen and became the undisputed number one in the inner sect.
These forgotten memories slowly returned to the minds of the Danxin Pavilion disciples.
Gu Tang is a genius and the number one in the inner sect, but he has never put on airs in front of anyone.
He used to be gentle and reserved, focused on cultivation, and never used his power to bully or humiliate his disciples.
But for some reason, when Gu Tang fell from grace and was personally expelled from the inner sect by the sect leader, many people couldn't help but want to trample him underfoot.
It seems there's a special kind of pleasure in humiliating and bullying those who were once high and mighty.
But now...
The disciples of Danxin Pavilion looked at Gu Tang.
The other party was clearly only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but the way he stood up straight made it seem like he had returned to the past.
They subconsciously lowered their heads slightly, somewhat afraid to face his questioning.
"Nuo'er." Gu Tang glanced around and said calmly to Gu Nuo, "Let's continue."
"Yes!" Gu Nuo replied loudly.
"Senior brother," he turned to the boy standing opposite him, "please."
Although the boy was two years younger than Wei Bing, he was tall and strong, and looked much stronger than Gu Nuo.
But as he stood in the center of the sword-testing platform, looking at Gu Nuo standing proudly with his sword in hand, and thinking of Wei Bing's disheveled state just now, his body trembled even before he made a move.
"Master...Master...Junior Brother...Junior Brother Gu Nuo." The boy swallowed nervously. "Please."
Without saying a word, Gu Nuo grabbed his sword and charged forward.