At that moment, everyone looked at the unrecognizable resting room and the students rolling on the floor in agony and found themselves speechless.

Only their expressions grew uglier.

Only Master Kong, upon seeing his disciple still intact except for some dust on his face, looked slightly relieved.

He quietly sighed in relief.

After all, he had learned his lesson.

By now, Zhou Cheng, whose face was disfigured, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into bloody tears, wailing,

"Grand... grandpa..."

Ji Jue's expression drastically changed, horrified, "You'd better not mess around calling that! Just apologize, why are you claiming relatives out of nowhere? I don't have a grandson like you!"

Instantly, the room fell into dead silence once again.

An awkward silence.

Everyone who could still breathe hesitated, words dying on their lips.

Could it be... maybe,

The "grandpa" he was calling wasn't you?

Beside Master Kong, Grandmaster Zhou Chong, with his long beard and gloomy face, saw his own grandson beaten to this state, his face flushed red, his eyes bloodshot, and rage nearly splitting his facial veins.

Spiritual energy burst violently, and the entire room seemed to freeze.

Pressure like a tide rushed towards Ji Jue!

"What on earth is going on!"

Zhou Chong squeezed out from between his teeth, "This is nothing like a craftsman!"

The violent pressure sealed off the surroundings, almost crushing Ji Jue instantly.

But then, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the pressure dissipated without a trace, only a breeze remaining.

Professor Ye, who arrived in the resting room tardily, didn't ask about the reason or the process.

With a wave of his hand, he dispersed Master Zhou's angry strike.

Then, with bloodshot eyes, he looked at her, and Zhou Chong sneered, "Is this how Master Ye handles things? Your own student, simply over a minor verbal dispute, beats someone to this state?!

Excessive indeed, I would like to see if there are still rules in the Taiyi Ring!"

"Excessive? I don't think so."

Ye Xian casually glanced over the tragic scene inside the room and nodded slightly, "Looks quite restrained to me."

"This is restrained?! Then what exactly..."

Zhou Chong chuckled in anger, about to say something when he saw Ji Jue reach behind, pull out a pistol, removed a bullet, and then began flipping it casually in his hand.

Suddenly, his voice caught.

His eyelids couldn't help but twitch wildly!

What the hell!

The people who rushed to the scene, to even get through the door, were all veteran craftsmen; their perception and experience were naturally remarkable. Even a brief glance allowed them to sense the terrifying aura contained in that small bullet...

Malicious contamination, fierce demeanor, wildly insane killing intent, an insatiable hunger.

— Mad Slaughter Poison!!!

Cold breaths were drawn in continuously.

Everyone stepped back in unison, a chill running down their spines.

You, Tide Sound Workshop, truly have no conscience, handing such lethal stuff to students?!

If this had been used in a conflict, one failure to control the trigger, and someone would likely be laying flat, not even leaving ashes behind!

At this moment, looking at the suddenly opened trunk of the car.

The heavy machine gun, the piles of Flame Element Explosives, and several indescribable gadgets made everyone sweat profusely.

Well, to be fair, Ji is quite restrained.

At least everyone's still alive, right?

"Okay, enough with these homemade toys, no need to show off them in front of the masters." Ye Xian waived impatiently and suddenly asked, "Anyone hurt?"

"Yeah, scraped my hand." Ji Jue obediently nodded and raised his hand with a long sigh of relief: "Lucky for us you arrived early. Any later, it might have healed."

"..."

The atmosphere grew even more awkward. Apart from the expressions of the involved masters growing uglier, the craftsmen who came to watch the excitement suddenly felt that the victims weren't so pitiful after all.

Regardless of what happened, so many people fighting one person, and not winning is one thing, but not even managing to break defense, more embarrassing than that, they only managed to scratch him a bit.

If people didn't know, they'd think it was bitten by a dog!

Pathetic!

Embarrassing.

Zhou Chong's expression twitched, his face livid with trembling white beard, nearly crushing his cane.

"No wonder you're Master Ye, such a powerful warning." He stared deadly at Ji Jue and Ye Xian, "Should I also thank you for not using such things to poison my peers?"

Ye Xian ignored him, but Ji Jue, slapping his forehead,

"Teacher, I just found this on him, almost got prickled by it... I don't know what it is, take a look, make sure not to accidentally damage someone's treasure."

Saying so, he pulled out what seemed to be an ordinary-looking arrowhead from his pocket and displayed it before everyone.

Silence returned abruptly.

The sounds of gasps had just stopped for a while and now resumed successfully.

Everyone's shocked look at Zhou Chong intensified: Although the saying goes, where the dragon lies, there will be a phoenix, but this was unexpectedly too much, wasn't there a master?

"What the heck!"

"Heart Poison Arrow?"

Ye Xian picked it up, glanced at it, and instantly understood: "It's quite an ancient item, probably from the Chaos Era before the Eternal Empire, the manufacturing method has been lost, and not many samples left in the world, quite precious indeed."

"What is it used for then?" Ji Jue asked, his big curious eyes blinking, making Zhou Chong uncontrollably want to poke holes in him.

"This is a weapon designed for surprise attacks, a single-use consumable."

In front of everyone, Ye Xian tirelessly taught, "Once activated with one's own spiritual essence, it will become thoroughly incorporeal, existing between being and non-being, without form or spirit. It will seek and lock onto its target, impossible to escape, even to the ends of the earth.

Once it strikes, it will completely disintegrate within the consciousness and soul. After the arrow dissolves, the massive amount of resentment contained inside will parasitize the soul. Even if one does not die on the spot, they will suffer immensely in the days to come, eventually being completely eroded by the resentment until their soul dissolves."

Ji Jue was immediately terrified, "If it hits someone, wouldn't that be dreadful?"

"Yes."

Ye Xian nodded, "Even if a Grandmaster were to come, I'm afraid there'd be no cure, right, Master Zhou?"

Zhou Chong's face turned ashen; he lowered his head and glanced at Zhou Cheng on the ground. Zhou Cheng, under that icy gaze, tried several times to speak but could not make a sound.

Soon, a flash of Spirit Light passed, his eyes whitened, and he completely fainted.

"Teacher, teacher!!!"

A mournful cry erupted. A woman on the ground, her face slashed with a huge gash, struggled to rise, sobbing incoherently, clutching her teacher's hand, "Save me, save me... he wants to kill me... I..."

Her teacher, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, now seeing the dreadful state of his student, trembled with anger.

He fumbled with administering medicine and tried to offer comfort.

"I know Master Ye despises us commoners; I know how prestigious Tide Sound Workshop is!"

The craftsman, holding his student, lashed out, "You once said my thesis was utter nonsense; you had your reasons, and I accepted it! But now? Even if we argue, to beat a person to this degree, there must be some explanation, right?

We might as well take this to the council! I want to see if your master can cover the sky with one hand!!!"

"That's just too much."

Bystanders assessed the situation and began to speak up, while the cries on the ground grew even louder.

"My hand, my hand!!"

"Help, help..."

"Teacher, he's a mad dog!!" A dying obese man struggled, screaming, "He attacks over mere words..."

Throughout this, Ye Xian observed coldly.

She turned a deaf ear.

Only after everyone had their say, after the commotion had ebbed, did she casually turn back and looked at Ji Jue, "Anything you want to say?"

"Nothing."

Ji Jue shook his head, unconcerned, "Whatever needed to be said, was said before the action took place."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The middle-aged craftsman holding his student sneered as he stood up, "This is Tide Sound Workshop; this is Master Ye. Today, I've truly seen it all! From now on..."

He hadn't finished his sentence when a deafening sound came from the speakers, drowning out all other noise.

"These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be a craftsman..."

"It couldn't be because of that face, could it?"

"Maybe he's making it as a male consort."

"Not even considering from which gutter they crawled out!"

"That old Ye, breeds only mad dogs!"

"A bastard is always lacking manners."

One after another, the recordings played, meticulously edited, leaving nothing out, brilliantly broadcasted to every ear. The craftsman, previously furious while holding his student, froze on the spot, his expression cycling through a kaleidoscope of changes.

Like a TV with a broken screen.

Vivid and colorful.

When Ye Xian looked his way, he instinctively stepped back, wanting to avert his gaze.

He lowered his head, glared at the student in his arms.

Tom, Dick, or Harry? Relying on looks? Male consort? Old man? Bastard? Lacking manners?

The more he listened, the more his cold sweat broke out.

Do you not realize that just twenty years ago, each of these words could have buried your teacher without a grave, your ancestral graves welcoming demolition and blasting?!

Now all he could think was whether smashing this thing here could still salvage the situation.

I've been swallowing my pride for so many years; you really have some nerve!

Go die yourself!

But don't drag me into it, okay?

In the end, the recording concluded with an earlier conversation.

In it, a student asked, "Teacher, what if someone provokes us?"

"Of course, we bear the humiliation and strive for the greater good."

Ye Xian said, "What else?"

Thus, in total silence, no one spoke again.

Only Ji Jue's gentle sigh.

"Teacher, I really tried hard, but alas, reasoning doesn't work." he said, "Do these people look down on us?"

"Yes."

Ye Xian nodded indifferently, "Craftsmen and masters alike, each one too proud, selfish in times of conflict, forming cliques, turning right and wrong upside down. How could such people ever regard Tide Sound Workshop?

For some, perhaps their own reputation is even more important?"

In the dead silence, countless slaps sounded, never stopping from the beginning till now!

Losing both dignity and face, utterly humiliating.

Absolutely damn unlucky to have even come.

After the disciples finished, the teachers began.

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