Chapter 179 Ch-179: Ambush and Beating
"Damn, damn, damn." After leaving Wang Ming and Feng Mei's place, Zheng Yang cursed with bloodshot eyes. The scene of Feng Mei kissing Wang Ming's cheek replayed in his mind, and if jealousy could kill, Wang Ming would have died a thousand times over.
"Zheng Yang, what are you going to do now?" asked one of the lackeys in anger, after Zheng Yang's rage had subsided a bit. He also had his eyes on Feng Mei, like his boss, but was wise enough not to dare approach her due to Zheng Yang's interest. Seeing someone else being so affectionate with Feng Mei also enraged him.
"What else? I'm gonna cripple his cultivation and break all his bones, let's see if Feng Mei is still interested in him after that" Zheng Yang declared with an angry glare. The other disciples, who were also lackeys, stayed silent and seemed a bit hesitant.
"Zheng Yang, isn't crippling his cultivation a bit too much?" one of the disciples spoke up. He had no issue with beating up Wang Ming and breaking his bones, but messing with someone's cultivation was a whole different story. It could get them into trouble within the sect.
"Why are you worried? He's just a new guy in the outer court. I'm an inner court disciple, and let's not forget, my mom's an inner court elder. Even if they find out, they wouldn't pick someone who just recently joined over me or else the sect might lose an elder," Zheng Yang stated arrogantly. This wasn't his first time causing trouble, and thanks to his status, not many dared to confront him. However, he wasn't foolish enough to mess with people he shouldn't. That's why, when it came to Feng Mei, he didn't push too hard and limited himself to verbal pursuits, mindful of her mother's influence. Though not widely known, Feng Mei's mother was the true sect master and her current standing as an elder and power commanded respect and fear
"Okay," the disciple relaxed. Zheng Yang's words made sense; they hadn't seen Wang Ming before, so they assumed he was new. Besides, favoring Wang Ming over Zheng Yang could offend and cost them an elder's support in the sect.
"Alright, he's heading out alone. Let's ambush him when he's by himself," suggested one of the disciples as they noticed Wang Ming walking towards his residence. They quietly started tailing him.
After leaving the mission hall, Wang Ming was on his way back to his residence. He noticed a few people tailing him, but he ignored it, figuring they would reveal themselves soon. On purpose, he took a secluded route to get back to the resident area.
His footsteps halted when he saw a group of disciples wearing inner court robes appear in front of him.
He glanced at the group and recognized them – Zheng Yang and his friends, the ones he'd bumped into earlier. He had expected them to follow him, given the unfriendly glares they shot his way before. Wang Ming looked at the group with a casual expression, treating them like insignificant insects he could squash whenever he pleased.
"Hmm, it took you long enough. I thought you guys would keep hiding and following me like rats," Wang Ming remarked in a neutral tone, further irritating them.
"Wang Ming, was it? You bastard! You're just an outer court disciple. How dare you become Disciple Feng Mei's partner? She was supposed to be mine! How dare you lay your hands on her?" Zheng Yang shouted with hatred in his voice.
"Hmm, she clearly likes me and not you. I heard you've been following her like a dog for so many years, even after getting rejected. Don't you have any self-respect?" Wang Ming responded in a mocking tone, his words hitting some sensitive nerves and making them angrier.
"You're someone who just joined the sect and is merely an outer court disciple! How dare you be so disrespectful to Zheng Yang, who is your senior?" said a disciple beside Zheng Yang in anger.
"Heh, a lackey like you should keep his mouth shut," Wang Ming sneered.
"You..." growled the disciple, looking at Wang Ming in displeasure.
"How dare you act so arrogant! As your seniors, we will teach you a lesson," said another disciple.
"Heh, you as my senior? With that ugly face, I'd rather have a dog as my senior," Wang Ming provocatively added. Their patience finally ran out, and they drew daggers and swords from their space rings, which Wang Ming calmly observed.
"So, what's the plan here, trying to intimidate me with those weapons? If that's your goal, it's clearly not working," Wang Ming remarked, maintaining his calm and arrogant attitude, which further infuriated them.
"Bastard! Today, we'll wipe that arrogance off your face," said a disciple in an angry voice.
"Today, as your seniors, we'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget in your life," added another disciple maliciously.
"Heh, I'd like to see you try," Wang Ming responded confidently.
"Don't be so arrogant, junior. Where are you finding the courage? You're just one person, and you dare to act like this in front of us?" said a disciple.
"Am I supposed to feel afraid? Instead of being afraid, I'm amused watching weaklings like you act so haughty," Wang Ming provoked. Zheng Yang and the others who heard his words were fuming with anger.
"Enough! Today, don't expect to walk out of here in one piece. Today, he will break all the bones in your body and cripple your cultivation," Zheng Yang shouted in anger. The others who heard were a bit hesitant, but their hesitance turned into anger when they saw the smirk appearing on Wang Ming's face.
"Oh, I understand breaking bones wouldn't cause much of a problem, but crippling someone's cultivation is another matter entirely. Aren't you afraid you'll be kicked out of the sect?" Wang Ming asked curiously, maintaining his smirk.
"Hmph, you're just a new outer court disciple without much value. Even if the sect tries anything against me, I have my backing. Moreover, you're an idiot for coming here alone to this secluded place. By the time someone appears, you'll be long gone. And even if you name us without evidence, what can you do?" Zheng Yang replied with a malicious smirk.
"Indeed," Wang Ming, who heard his words, smirked, and the aura around him turned dangerous from the calm aura before.
"Wang Ming, you can only blame yourself. If you hadn't been so arrogant and hadn't become Disciple Feng Mei's partner, this calamity wouldn't have befallen you," said Zheng Yang with a smirk on his face.
"Alright, beat him up," as soon as Zheng Yang commanded, the other disciples charged towards Wang Ming, laughing. Wang Ming just shook his head at their ignorance.
As their attacks were about to land, Zheng Yang, from a distance, remarked. However, his eyes popped out when he saw Wang Ming disappearing like a ghost, astonishing him and stopping his disciples in their tracks.
"Where did he go?" the disciples exclaimed.
"Hmm," Zheng Yang felt a sudden tap on his back. He turned around, and his eyes widened when he saw Wang Ming standing behind him.
"You...ugh," Zheng Yang was about to say something, but his words got stuck in his mouth when he felt Wang Ming lifting him by the neck, squeezing the air out of him. Other disciples who witnessed this instantly shouted at Wang Ming.
"Release Zheng Yang this instant!" shouted a disciple, but Wang Ming paid them no heed. Instead, he increased his grip on Zheng Yang's throat, and his face turned white as he struggled to breathe.
"Are you planning to kill him? Release him this instant!" shouted another disciple in a grim voice, but Wang Ming still didn't let go.
"That fucker!" cursed a disciple.
"Everyone, go all out! Kill him!" instructed another disciple.
"What if we kill him? He won't be able to explain himself and will certainly get kicked out," said a disciple, aware of the consequences of killing a fellow disciple outside of a life-and-
death match.
"Ahhhh!" They were startled by a scream when they saw Wang Ming strike the left arm of Zheng Yang. They could hear the sounds of bones shattering and saw tears forming in Zheng Yang's eyes.
"Fuck it, we'll say that we were defending ourselves!" shouted a disciple and charged at Wang Ming.
"What!" the charging disciple exclaimed when he saw Wang Ming teleporting beside him and striking his chest.
"Ugh," the disciple flew out like a bullet and hit a nearby tree, splurting a mouthful of blood, feeling many bones in his chest shatter.
Wang Ming returned to Zheng Yang's side; he was lying on the ground, clutching his arm in pain. Seeing Wang Ming appear near him, Zheng Yang's eyes widened in terror.
"You...Agh," Zheng Yang was about to say something, but Wang Ming slapped his cheek, causing him to spit out blood.
"Hey, I was thinking since you came to cripple my cultivation, it's only fair I do the same to you," Wang Ming said with a smirk, and the other disciples heard his words.
"Wang Ming, you could leave some leeway. We can forget about this matter and won't bother you anymore," one of the disciples looked at Wang Ming with fear. Still, Wang Ming didn't respond, and he gritted his teeth but didn't dare to approach him.
"You... don't come closer to me. If anything happens to me, my mother will not spare you," Zheng Yang tried to threaten, but his words fell on deaf ears. His face turned pale when he saw Wang Ming about to shatter his cultivation, but suddenly a voice interrupted him.
"Disciple Wang Ming, please stop." Wang Ming looked at the source of the voice and saw the elder he had met at the mission hall.
"Elder, please arrest him. He is trying to kill us for no reason," one of the disciples shouted, trying to use the elder.
"Shut up! Do you think I'm a fool? I know about your reputation and also saw everything. All of you will be imprisoned in the sect prison for a few months," the elder shouted, and their faces turned pale in fright. They immediately quieted down.
"Alright," Wang Ming shrugged as he did not want to dirty his hands anymore and left the troublemakers to the elder and left the place. He had no intention of dirtying his hands further.
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