79 – i am an existence you cannot offend

ON JANUARY 17, 2022 BY MOONCHILDKHZ

“Sect Head and the senior apprentices are back!”

The tranquil Ironbone Sect was broken by a shout, immediately becoming noisy.

Many disciples heard from Su Xiaomo that Junior Brother Xiao Zuiji not only won the championship, the other senior brothers had taken over the top spots. There was a lot of excited cheering. 

As a sect member, this was naturally their honor as well!

“Ah…” Liu Wanshi was standing by the dining hall, pursing her lips. “I plumped them up with such great difficulty. Only a few days have passed but they’re so thin now.”

“Sect Head, what to do with him?” Xiao Zuiji asked, still carrying the unconscious Ye Xingchen.

Jun Changxiao considered it. 

“Place him in the medicine pavilion.”

Xiao Zuiji listened and walked toward the medicine pavilion, tossing Ye Xingchen into the patient ward. As he left, he thought he heard the man sleep-talking, “I must go against Heaven’s will…”

Oppose Heaven?

Does Heaven owe you money?

Xiao Zuiji thought the man was talking in a dream and did not pay attention, turning around to depart. 

…

On the field. 

Many disciples stared at the black-and-white spheroid in confusion. “Senior Brother, what is this?”

Su Xiaomo explained with a smile, “This is called a Happy Football, something the sect head took out. He said that if we kick it everyday, not only will it cultivate temperament, it can also enhance the strength of our legs.”

A disciple walked over, squinting at the small characters written on the ball. “A special-purpose ball celebrating how the Chinese Men’s Football Team defeated the Brazilian Men’s Football Team in the 8018 World Cup Final.”

“Senior Brother, what does that mean?”

“I don’t know either.” Su Xiaomo waved his hand, “Make way, I’ll kick it and show you.”

“Okay!”

The crowd drew back. 

Su Xiaomo took several steps back, ran forward, then kicked powerfully. There was a xiu and the rubber ball explosively flew into the air, blasting into the outer wall and leaving a hollow indent. 

This kick of his was similar to the powerful Vajra Kick in Shaolin football!

Pah, pah.

Su Xiaomo clapped his hands. “How is it?”

“Fierce!”

“Senior Brother, a moment ago, your kick had at least 1000 jin!”

The disciples exclaimed. 

Worthy of the 8018 football. It withstood such high strength. Not only did it rebound off the wall, it wasn’t dented in the least!

…

Jun Changxiao spent 10 contribution points to buy this Happy Football, letting the disciples play with it in order to train tacit understanding. 

The next day. 

The field was temporarily transformed into a football field. Aftering informing the disciples of the rules, they were divided into two teams and started to compete.

“My face hurts…” groaned Ye Xingchen, leisurely waking up in the medicine pavilion. He subconsciously touched his face, but his eyes hardened from the pain. 

He vaguely remembered that a hidden weapon had hit himself, flying from nowhere and knocking him unconscious. 

Hateful!

I, Ye Xingchen.

I once dominated a whole generation of Martial Emperors, but was unexpectedly knocked out by a hidden weapon. 

Having taken a rest, he got up with difficulty and sized up his surroundings. “Was I rescued by someone?”

“Whatever.”

“Let’s leave this place first, look for a cave abundant with spiritual power in some blessed land and cultivate. I should strive to enter Martial Emperor as soon as possible.”

Ye Xingchen opened the door with a creak. But he hadn’t even stepped out before there was a bang and his face was pounded by a football. 

He fell straight down. 

“Li Fei!” Su Xiaomo hollered from the field. “What type of pass was that?”

The disciple named Li Fei scratched his head in embarrassment. “Senior Brother, that was my first time, I still haven’t figured out how to aim.”

“Quickly get the ball!”

“Yes! Yes!”

Li Fei quickly collected the ball. 

The Ironbone Sect disciples resumed their harmonious and joyful game. Although it seemed like they were amateurs, with their cultivation, their kicks were strong and their stamina rigorous. 

“Hate…Hateful…” Ye Xingchen covered his face as he stood up, irrationally upset. “Plotting against this Emperor!”

Bang!

The football flew into the medicine pavilion at a cunning angle, directly hitting his forehead. 

He collapsed once more. 

Su Xiaomo went crazy as he yelled, “Li Fei, what sort of footwork is that?!”

Li Fei scratched his head awkwardly, then ran over and picked up the ball. 

Pah!

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Ye Xingchen used one hand to support himself as he slowly stood up, his vision filled with killing intent. “The enmity of today, this Emperor will remember it!”

Saying this, he quickly ran to the door and closed it, for fear that the round hidden weapon would fly over again. 

“Who are these people?”

“Why are they plotting against this Emperor?”

Ye Xingchen pressed against the door, leaning to peak outside the window at the field. 

Creak—

At this time, the door was unexpectedly shoved open. 

Jun Changxiao stepped inside and saw an empty bed. He was puzzled and said, “Where did that guy go?”

Putong!

Ye Xingchen, who had been sandwiched between the door and the wall, fell over, foaming at the mouth. 

Jun Changxiao turned around in confusion, “Why was he hiding behind the door?”

…

After half an hour. 

Ye Xingchen woke up and his whole body was sore. He coldly asked, “Who are you?”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao was surprised.

This fellow looked young, but his eyes held the vicissitude of time — like he had eaten many roads and walked many rice. 

Not simple, not simple. 

Jun Changxiao said, “I am Jun Changxiao, Ironbone Unyielding Sect’s sect head.”

Ironbone Unyielding Sect?

Ye Xingchen indifferently said, “Such a coarse sect name, its definitely not a major sect.”

Aiya. 

Goddamn. 

He says my sect name is unrefined, then added that it must not be a major sect. This fellow is a bit of a dick.

Jun Changxiao asked, “Who are you?”

Ye Xingchen squared his shoulders and proudly said, “You need only to remember that I am an existence you cannot offend.”

He wasn’t a little bit of a dick, he was really a dick!

Shua!

Ye Xingcheng stood up and walked towards the door, saying, “Do not provoke me in the future. Otherwise, I will—”

His eyes glittered with murderous intentions as he threatened. 

Bang!

A football shot from outside, accurately striking his face. Perhaps it was because this had happened too many times already, but he fainted. 

…

When Ye Xingchen woke up, he discovered that he was tied to a chair. 

“Sect Head, he’s awake!” Su Xiaomo announced.

Jun Changxiao walked inside and smiled, “Boy, this Lord doesn’t care how great you are, starting today, you are a member of the Ironbone Unyielding Sect.”

His intuition told him that this sharp-looking fellow had a story, a status that wasn’t simple. 

The sect still had 399 quotas, so one was given to this guy. 

As for why there weren’t 400, one spot was occupied by Liu Wanshi, though they had yet to go through the formal procedure. 

Ye Xingchen’s eyes were dark. 

As one of the Ten Great Martial Emperors, after his rebirth, he had been plotted against, attacked by a hidden weapon, and finally tied up. He could endure, but could not tolerate!

“Boy!” he gritted out. “I will not join, because your sect is unqualified to accept me.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Do you take yourself as a Martial Emperor? We’re not worthy of you?”

Ye Xingchen’s eyes darkened, looking very scary. 

At this time, according to the plot of a powerhouse’s rebirth, he had been ridiculed by the villainous sect master, so the properly installed face-slapping mode should activate. 

In reality, Jun Changxiao leaned over and said, “I will give you three minutes to consider, otherwise this Lord will be impolite.”

“Are you threatening me?” Ye Xingchen seethed.

Jun Changxiao leaned back and waved his hands. “This Lord is not merely threatening, but actually dares to hit you.”

Shua!

Su Xiaomo clenched his fist and landed a punch, arrogantly saying, “Sect Head has taken a liking to you, that is your good fortune. Stop giving us such a dirty look, acting like some peerless expert!”

Ye Xingchen nearly exploded with rage.

“You dare glare at me?” Su Xiaomo clenched his fist again, starting a violent assault. By the time he was done, the man was black and blue. 

Ye Xingchen, the Night Emperor. 

A person you could not offend was reduced to this, making readers boo (press the dislike button)!

However, in the end, his near future was even more miserable.

He was soon moved to the field where dozens of disciples stared at him from afar. They played with the Happy Football, under the agreement that they would kick a ball towards his face one by one, kicking until he agreed…

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