Xia Chen endured the excruciating pain in his knees and stood up, looking coldly at Li Yuanyao and others without saying a word. With so many people targeting him, it was pointless to defend, and no one would listen to him.
"Junior, you are looking for death." Yue Zifeng's face turned livid. His personally chosen disciple was beaten into such a bear-like state. Even if he was a magical cultivator, no matter how well-trained he was, he couldn't hold back his anger.
"Master, you must make the decision for your disciples and kill this waste." Zhuo Bufan was extremely angry.
"Uncle Yue, they framed Xia Chen. That's not the truth." The round-faced girl said, and then quickly told the story.
"Yes, I can also testify that although Xia Chen was offended by Zhuo Bufan, Xia Chen would not have taken action if Zhuo Bufan had not forced him in advance." The sturdy young man also said.
"Uncle Yue, you are a magical monk. Although you are an extraordinary master, we believe that you will handle this matter impartially and fairly." The somewhat childish young man reacted very quickly, and instead used words to hold Yue Zifeng in his arms.
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Xia Chen felt warm in his heart. It was really commendable that these three new disciples, who were strangers to him, were willing to stand up for him. If it had been anyone else, they would have slipped away long ago.
"You little bastards are colluding with Xia Chen and colluding with each other. How dare you threaten Master Yue with words?" Wu Gang said angrily.
"Don't be so arrogant. We only want the truth of the matter to be restored. Who can be as despicable as you, framed Xia Chen, lied, and didn't even blush." The childish young man showed no weakness and responded tit for tat.
The two sides started to quarrel.
"Shut up!" Yue Zifeng shouted, and everyone fell silent immediately.
"No matter what, you were the one who hurt Bufan." Yue Zifeng looked at Xia Chen with cold eyes, "Even a hundred disciples with mediocre qualifications like you can't compare to one of Bufan's little fingers."
Xia Chen's heart sank. Yue Zifeng's words were obviously biased. It seemed that things were going to be very difficult today. With his status as an older monk, he could be deposed and expelled from the sect with just a few words.
"I will not destroy you, because this is what Bufan should do." Yue Zifeng seemed to have seen his thoughts and sneered, "Junior, let you live in an ignoble existence for now. The new disciples will take the assessment in two months.
Whatever you do today, Bufan will get back a hundredfold from you, Bufan, follow me as my teacher."
He glanced at Xia Chen coldly, turned around and left. Given his status, he didn't bother to talk to Xia Chen.
"Trash, I will break all the bones in your body and turn you into a puddle of mud. Just wait." Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and followed Yue Zifeng away.
Xu Fang waved to Li Yuanyao and left without saying a word. From the beginning to the end, she never glanced at Xia Chen and others.
"Joker, in two months, I will witness you being beaten into a cripple by Bufan." Li Yuanyao sneered and followed Xu Fang.
"Hehe, this bastard is going to be in bad luck. I really want to hurry up and wait two months to see Brother Zhuo beating him to death."
"Senior Brother Zhuo is far more talented than this guy, and he has been trained by Senior Uncle Yue himself. The new disciples will not be able to kill him immediately during the assessment in two months. I'm afraid that Senior Brother Zhuo will be brutally one-sided by then."
"Didn't the elders of the sect say that this guy's potential is only at the third level of acquired nature at most, which is incomparable to Senior Brother Zhuo. Such a mediocre disciple has no value at all. Staying in the Zhengxuan Sect for two months is already unparalleled.
Fate, I'd better go back and be a handyman."
Wu Gang, Yang Er and other new disciples laughed and ridiculed loudly and left one after another.
Xia Chen's face was expressionless, and deep in his heart, hatred was burning like a flame. He finally embarked on the path of cultivation. He didn't want to offend anyone, he just wanted to practice wholeheartedly, but the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind didn't stop.
"Xia Chen, are you okay? Don't pay attention to those people, they are just stupid people who take advantage of others' power." The round-faced girl consoled her.
The sturdy young man and the childish young man also offered words of comfort.
Xia Chen thanked the three people deeply and walked towards his courtyard without saying anything.
The three of them thought he was in a heavy mood, so they didn't say anything more. They looked at his back and sighed.
"Xia Chen beat Zhuo Bufan so badly. It is estimated that in two months, Zhuo Bufan will take revenge crazily. I am afraid it will be difficult for Xia Chen to resist."
"Yes, although Zhuo Bufan and Li Yuanyao are annoying, they are personally chosen disciples after all. Whether it is innate conditions or acquired resources, they are far beyond what we can compare with."
"I hope Xia Chen can survive. Two months is neither long nor short, so there may not be any improvement."
After the three people discussed in low voices for a while, they also disappeared one after another.
Xia Chen entered the courtyard, cleaned the house, and then sat in the bedroom, thinking carefully.
His mood was indeed a little urgent, but not very heavy. Since the foreign matter in his body could allow him to cultivate to the acquired level overnight, it probably had heaven-defying powers. After hard training, he might not be worse than Zhuo Bufan.
However, if he continues to practice, Xia Chen doesn't know what will happen to the foreign matter in his body. This is what he is not sure about.
Moreover, in the acquired realm, he not only cultivates Qi but also cultivates martial arts. In this regard, Zhuo Bufan is far stronger than him, which means that he has to pay more to defeat Zhuo Bufan.
Power, you must have strong power. Xia Chen has never been so thirsty for power as now.
He sat with his eyes closed, meditating and resting his mind. After a while, he opened his eyes and his mind had calmed down, and then he opened the disciple's manual.
The disciple's handbook is divided into several chapters, recording the history of the Zhengxuan sect, its rules, and the practice of the Daliang Kingdom.
The leader of the Zhengxuan Sect is named Zhan Fengchen, that is, the white-haired old man, who is a monk in the realm of supernatural powers. Other monks in the realm of supernatural powers are also introduced in detail in the manual.
The realm of supernatural powers is a higher realm above the acquired realm, and is also divided into ten levels.
Although Zhan Fengchen is the head of the Zhengxuan Sect, he is not the real person in charge. He is only responsible for handling the specific affairs of the sect.
Above Zhan Fengchen and others, there are four masters whose cultivation is unfathomable.
Above the four masters, there is an even more mysterious ancestor whose cultivation reaches the heavens.
However, several masters and ancestors are either in seclusion all year round or traveling far away, so it is difficult for ordinary disciples to see them.
There are seven major cultivating sects in Daliang Kingdom, and there are countless individual cultivators and small sects. Naturally, it is impossible to record them all in the manual. It only focuses on the seven major sects.
In the practice chapter, there are detailed introductions about magic weapons, elixirs, exercises, realms, monsters, etc., and are supplemented by pictures. After reading it several times, Xia Chen had a deep impression of the world of practice.
After reading the disciple's manual, Xia Chen sat on the bed and started the daily compulsory Qi practice.
To his surprise, the growth rate of his true energy was still as terrifying as last night, as if there was a bottomless pit in his dantian, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth like a whale swallowing the sea.
In the early morning of the next day, as soon as it was light, Xia Chen went out and rushed to the Zhengxuan sect's martial arts stage.
As the name suggests, the martial arts stage is a platform for demonstrating Kung Fu and is the main way for ordinary disciples to obtain Kung Fu.
Every morning, a disciple who has acquired the sixth level or above will demonstrate the exercises on the martial arts stage and answer questions. As for how much he has learned, it depends on the understanding and diligence of each disciple.
Even if you don't practice, no one will urge you, but if you don't want to make progress, the sect will have assessments every once in a while, and the ordinary disciples who rank at the bottom will naturally not escape the fate of being eliminated.
When Xia Chen arrived at the martial arts stage, it was still empty. He casually found a seat in the front row and sat down, silently circulating his Qi.
Not long after, disciples arrived one after another. These disciples were all old disciples of the acquired first level or acquired second level. Xia Chen didn't know any of them, but none of their new disciples arrived.
As for Zhuo Bufan and Li Yuanyao, they are direct disciples. They have their own masters who teach them advanced techniques in person, so they don't need to come here to learn them.
After a while, a young man in his thirties came from a distance. It was not apparent how hard he was exerting himself. He was on the martial arts stage in a flash. His movements were extremely fast.
All the disciples immediately stood up and applauded: "Welcome Senior Brother Feng Chuanxin to perform martial arts."
Feng Chuanxin nodded slightly: "Hello everyone, I am demonstrating the Seven Shadow Fist. I think many people have already learned this most basic set of acquired skills, but the sect has recently accepted many new disciples, so I will demonstrate it a few more times.
, everyone should understand it carefully."
He didn't waste any time and started demonstrating directly.
Xia Chen watched carefully and saw that Feng Chuanxin's fists were strong and his movements were agile. When he attacked, he was like lightning, sharp and agile. When he defended, he had a gloomy air, as solemn and self-possessed as a mountain. People couldn't help but marvel at it.
His fists hit faster and faster, and gradually, a clearly visible fist shadow appeared. It looked like Feng Chuanxin had four arms.
Then came the second shadow of the fist, the third shadow of the fist...
When the fist shadow appeared on the fourth path, Feng Chuanxin's speed finally slowed down, and the fist shadow no longer continued to overlap.
Feng Chuanxin began to withdraw his momentum, and the four shadows of the fist disappeared one by one. Finally, he returned to the starting position and stood still. A complete set of Seven Shadow Fist techniques was completed in one go.
"Only when you have mastered the Seven Shadows Fist can you truly master it." Feng Chuanxin said loudly, "Of course, this requires time and accumulation of cultivation. Generally speaking, only those who have acquired the third level or above of cultivation can achieve the first place."
Tao Quan Ying, so don’t be anxious, just practice hard."
He paused for a moment and then said: "The ten levels of acquired life, whether it is the first five levels of Qi refining, skin refining, meat refining, tendon refining, and bone refining, or the last five levels of pulse refining, organ refining, blood refining, and marrow refining
, Acupuncture refining is all based on true energy as the criterion. Use the energy to control the body and step into the supernatural power! Therefore, the focus of everyone's cultivation must be on the true energy. The exercises are auxiliary, and the true energy is the foundation. There is no true energy.
You can never cultivate the essence of Kung Fu."
Everyone nodded, Feng Chuanxin's words spoke to their hearts.
Next, Feng Chuanxin slowed down his movements and demonstrated the Seven Shadow Fist twice again, trying his best to let everyone see clearly.
Then Feng Chuanxin began to answer questions on the spot, and all the disciples asked questions one after another.
Xia Chen watched carefully. Although Seven Shadow Fist was the most basic skill, it was still much more mysterious than the skills he had learned before. There were many things he didn't understand. He was about to ask questions. At this moment, the snow-white jar at his dantian suddenly appeared.
After moving a little, a strange feeling arose.
This strange feeling is so mysterious that it is difficult to describe in words. It seems to be an epiphany of a clear truth, and it also seems to be an inspiration. I have an inexplicable understanding of certain things, but I have an extremely accurate intuition.