Published: February 24, 2025
Ma Chi, with a pained and twisted face, was dripping with sweat as he timidly looked at Gongsun Ruoxi, trembling as he spoke.
“Junior Sister Gongsun, he… he… is telling the truth.”
Hearing this, Gongsun Ruoxi's gaze towards Ma Chi turned increasingly cold.
“Do you know that your actions are tarnishing the reputation of our Ten Thousand Treasures Spiritual Pavilion?”
Gongsun Ruoxi said indifferently, “Bring him here, give him the punishment on the spot!”
“Yes, Junior Sister Gongsun!” At this moment, three staff members of the Ten Thousand Treasures Spiritual Pavilion approached Ma Chi.
Two of them pinned Ma Chi to the ground, while the third held a Spirit Staff. Looking at the pitiful Ma Chi, he hesitated for a moment before striking his buttocks with all his might!
“Slap!”
The Spirit Staff came down, blood splattered, and his rear end was severely injured!
“Junior Sister Gongsun, I know I was wrong, please spare me… ah!” Faced with his pleas for mercy, Gongsun Ruoxi remained unmoved.
After a prolonged period of half a moment filled with screams, Ma Chi fainted, barely clinging to life. By the end of the hundred strikes, he was left gasping for breath.
“Take him away. He is no longer welcome at the Ten Thousand Treasures Spiritual Pavilion.” At this moment, Zhong Han Tong’s calm expression belied his inner hatred for Tan Yun after the previous insult.
However, for reasons of propriety, he could not take action against Tan Yun at this time, especially not in front of the goddess he admired, lest he lose his composure.
He secretly wished to strangle Tan Yun but maintained an apologetic demeanor on the surface, facing Tan Yun with a polite fist salute, saying, “Junior Brother, I did indeed behave a bit rudely just now; I hope you won't take offense.”
Tan Yun also returned the salute, but his words nearly drove Zhong Han Tong to the brink of rage. “Senior Brother Zhong, we are all sensible people. You clearly want to strangle me, yet you put on this expression. Is that not tiring?”
“Hahaha, this Junior Brother really knows how to joke.” A flicker of murderous intent crossed Zhong Han Tong's eyes before he resumed his refined demeanor. “I have always enjoyed making friends with straightforward individuals. May I inquire about your name and where you reside? I would like to visit you in the future.”
“This person is truly petty,” Tan Yun thought to himself, unwilling to engage further with Zhong Han Tong.
“Knock, knock, knock!” At this moment, accompanied by a series of knocks, someone outside the door said, “Senior Brother Zhong, the Master has summoned you.”
“Mm, I understand.” After finishing his words, Zhong Han Tong glanced at Gongsun Ruoxi and softly said, “Junior Sister Gongsun, it seems I cannot accompany you to check the accounts. I apologize.”
“It’s no problem.” Gongsun Ruoxi replied in a neutral tone, “Elder Two is waiting for you; you should hurry back.”
“Alright, I will return to the Artifact Lineage first. Once I am done with my tasks, I will come find you.” As Zhong Han Tong said this, he shot a glance at Tan Yun before gracefully leaving.
In the hall, Gongsun Ruoxi directly ignored Tan Yun and gracefully walked up the stairs to the second floor. Suddenly, she paused, hearing Tan Yun’s inquiry, “Where is the Attribute Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact Flying Sword?”
Upon looking back, she saw Tan Yun asking a staff member.
Her brows furrowed slightly. A disposable disciple purchasing an Attribute Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact Flying Sword?
Amidst her confusion, she continued to walk up the stairs but slowed her pace.
At that moment, the staff member, recalling Ma Chi’s earlier encounter, swallowed the words of humiliation he had wanted to hurl at Tan Yun and instead wore a professional smile. “May I ask, Junior Brother, are you looking to purchase, or just inquiring about the price?”
“What does that have to do with you?” Tan Yun replied indifferently.