"I'm not going!"
Zhang Xing didn't waste any time. He simply said two words.
"Hmph!
That's what you said. Everyone heard it, right? "
Steward Wu said loudly.
Only the assistant steward was by his side, but there were still quite a few people outside the Ovens, pretending to be working and eavesdropping.
When they heard Steward Wu's question, all of the Ovens disciples turned and shouted in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Steward Wu nodded in satisfaction. He was the authority here, and no one dared to disrespect him.
Even if there had once been a half-step disciple, he'd crippled him.
Today, he would once again demonstrate his authority in front of everyone.
"Zhang Xing's punishment is as follows!"
"Seven days of confinement and a fine of five hundred low-grade spirit stones."
"Three days of confinement and a fine of one thousand low-grade spirit stones."
"Zhang Xing, do you want three days or seven days?"
Steward Wu's face was grim, but his heart was filled with joy.
He could finally teach him a lesson openly.
"I'm not choosing either."
Zhang Xing's eyes were still narrowed as he leaned lazily against a rock, not even looking at Steward Wu.
This was a blatant provocation.
In the eyes of the other disciples, this was arrogance and conceit, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Steward Wu, there's no need to be merciful to him. You have to teach him a lesson."
"He insulted his senior apprentice brother and refused to be disciplined. He should be hung on a tree and given a good beating!"
"That's right. Not only should we beat him, but we should also make him repeat 'I was wrong' ten thousand times a day!"
"Hmph!
If the head steward finds out, he'll break your dog legs and kick you out of the sect. "
"Steward Wu is too merciful."
“.....”
The crowd was riled up, and they all stood on Steward Wu's side. It was as if Zhang Xing had committed some unforgivable crime.
Hitting someone while they were down was something they loved to do.
Because they were depressed, their future was bleak.
If they didn't become an official disciple in a few years, even if they returned home, they wouldn't be valued by their family. Instead, they would be laughed at by their siblings.
There was no hope for them in life.
"A bunch of idiots with twisted minds!"
Zhang Xing stood up. It seemed that if he didn't teach them a lesson, they wouldn't lose face.
"You're the idiot!"
"You're trash!"
"Beat him up!"
There were a few disciples in the crowd whose faces were flushed red with anger. They waved their ladles and roared.
Manager Wu was very satisfied with the current results.
Zhang Xing had become public enemy number one. From now on, he would not have to worry about the rules of the mountain gate.
Even if the Head Steward knew, he wouldn't blame him.
He rolled up his sleeves, tucked the hem of his robe into his pants, and strode in front of Zhang Xing.
Without another word, he used all his strength to slap Zhang Xing's mouth.
Aren't you sharp-tongued? I'll beat you until you can't speak and slap your teeth out!
He thought fiercely.
"Beat him! Beat him as hard as you can!"
There were also people who kept cheering and shouting excitedly.
"Pa!"
A loud slap in the face made the eyes of all the odd-job disciples light up.
At the same time, a tragic scene appeared in their minds …
But when they looked at it again, the scene seemed to be different.
It wasn't the scene of Zhang Xing being slapped as they imagined. Instead, it was Steward Wu's nose and mouth bleeding. He covered his face and stared blankly at Zhang Xing.
What was the meaning of this?
Steward Wu was beaten?
"You … You dare to hit me?"
Steward Wu was dumbfounded and said in shock.