The younger disciple's eyes widen in disbelief.
The man whom he had looked up to from the moment he stepped into the sect was just knocked down.. by a beggar, no less.
"No... he isn't a beggar."
He retracted his statement, his body feverish as he shook in place.
What was more ridiculous was the power his fist had conjured. It was as if a golden light embroidered the man's punch, leading to a devastating knockout.
The 'Golden Dragon Punch.' No, this was not a skill a mere mortal could use.
This guy..!
"A cultivator!"
All the while, he was picking his ear with a dazed expression, unbelieving in how his bluff just worked.
The boy quickly went down on his knees, kowtowing to the ground 3 times until his forehead was bruised.
"Please let us go! It was a mistake, esteemed master!"
Life was more important than saving face.
Especially when young, your potential can be endless. With a world like this, what could really stop you when you're at the top? Perhaps a dragon? No, maybe a Qilin. Or even a Phoenix.
The answer was right in front of him.
"Well, well, well.."
He snickered, rubbing his chin.
"It seems you have good etiquette, boy. I'm thinking... maybe this time..."
Only a cultivator can kill another cultivator.
"This master will let you go."
He chuckled for a second before looking at how the young disciple reacted.
"Now, leave my sight. Never show your face here again, and if you continue to bully these people, a moment like this will simply repeat."
The young man quickly stood up, thanking him as he dragged the older one away. It took a while though; he wasn't exactly strong.
Finally, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Hm, looks like these Xianxia techniques are doing me good lately."
"System."
Nothing appeared.
He kept trying for the next 5 minutes.