NOVEL NEXT Chapter 68: That’s Awfully Arrogant of You
After dealing with Zheng Huang, Feng Fan deactivated the arrays and began lightening everyone's burden.
As he took their possessions from their agonizing bodies, he couldn't help but complain internally. Your next journey awaits at empire
'Dammit, these guys are so poor…'
"Please, work harder next time, everyone. How am I supposed to get rich if you're all this broke?" he said, rubbing salt into their wounds.
'Be grateful. I'm a good thief. I'll at least leave you all your underwear.'
Feng Fan's grin widened when he saw two guys writhing close to each other.
"Ah, so you two were here too. I didn't recognize you inside the fog. Let me give you a little reward for our last encounter!"
These were the spearman and the sickle-wielding man with a sun emblem on their robes.
"N-No, please. We don't need any reward," the sickle-wielding guy tried to protest, but Feng Fan turned a deaf ear to him.
"I don't like to take people's clothes, but be thankful. I'll make an exception today for you two, my friends!"
Before they could protest, Feng Fan summoned his trusty brick and knocked both of them out with precise strikes to their heads.
Once they were unconscious, he stripped them of their clothes—yes, including their underwear—and used the garments to tie them upside-down to a tree branch.
Slap! Slap!
A couple of well-placed slaps brought them back to consciousness in no time.
"Ugh..." they groaned, disoriented.
"Alright, gentlemen, here's the deal," Feng Fan began with a grin. "You're going to stay like that for the rest of the day. If you do, I'll let you go. But if I find out you left early..."
He trailed off, letting the unspoken threat hang ominously in the air. "Don't make me explain the consequences!"
"O-Okay, we promise not to leave," the spearman stammered, his face pale.
Slap!
Feng Fan struck him again.
"W-Why?!" the spearman cried, bewildered.
"You don't want me to explain the consequences? That's awfully arrogant of you!" Feng Fan replied, feigning an expression of righteous fury as though deeply offended.
"I-I'm sorry!" stammered the spearman.
'What the hell is wrong with this guy's head?' he thought.
Slap! Slap!
"I was about to tell you the consequences! Why did you interrupt me by apologizing?" Feng Fan barked, glaring.
"Don't interrupt me!"
The spearman felt utterly wronged but didn't dare to protest. He nodded meekly instead, swallowing his frustration.
The sickle-wielding man, hanging beside his companion, watched the bizarre scene unfold with growing dread. His eyes widened in sheer horror.
'This guy is absolutely insane!' he thought.
Slap!
Before he could utter a word, Feng Fan's palm connected with his face. His cheek burned from the impact, but having just witnessed what happened to his friend, he chose to remain silent.
Slap!
Another strike landed on his other cheek. He stayed quiet, lips trembling, refusing to make a sound.
Slap!
Every two seconds, another stinging slap struck his face. The hits came rhythmically, like clockwork. After enduring what felt like an eternity of abuse, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
His voice cracked as he forced out a question, despite the pain.
"W-W-Why?" His swollen lips barely managed to form the word.
Feng Fan smirked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm slapping you silly, and you didn't even bother to ask why. What kind of idiot just takes a beating without asking a single question? Your stupidity infuriated me so much I had to keep slapping you!"
'YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD!' the sickle-wielding man screamed internally, his face a mix of pain and anger.
Feng Fan crossed his arms, his tone suddenly cold. "Alright, now for the consequences. If either of you leaves this spot before the day is over, I'll hunt you both down and kill you. Understand?"
Both men nodded frantically, their exposed bodies trembling as the cold wind gnawed at their most sensitive areas.
Satisfied with the results, Feng Fan was about to leave to search for Huang Xue and Xue Qiang. Before he could take a step, they appeared beside him.
Huang Xue gave him a strange look, her expression caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. "I… I didn't know you were into that."
Her words made a vein throb visibly on Feng Fan's forehead.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you crazy girl?!" he snapped, glaring at her. "I was just repaying them for a favor. Let's go, we still have two weeks left here. We should at least be able to break through another small realm."
He turned with a huff, leaving Xue Qiang stifling a laugh behind him.
Huang Xue looked at him as if she had been wronged, but followed him nonetheless.
Time moved steadily within the pocket dimension, and no one dared to challenge members of the White Crow Sect anymore. Whenever they set their sights on a treasure, the competition would simply back away without protest.
During this time, Huang Xue and Xue Qiang successfully advanced to the 8th Qi Gathering realm, while Feng Fan advanced to the 6th Qi Gathering and Body Forging realm.
At the end of the two-week period, the pocket dimension closed, and everyone inside was finally expelled back to the outside world.
As soon as they exited, Feng Fan grumbled, "This is so unfair! You two managed to break through two small realms, and I only advanced by one!"
Xue Qiang chuckled softly, while Huang Xue chose to ignore Feng Fan's complaints.
Elder Peng watched as the three emerged safely from the pocket dimension, letting out a sigh of relief. Despite the confidence inspired by the news of what had happened to Zheng Huang, he was still somewhat worried.
"You three have done well! You've improved so much in just one month!" he said warmly, a proud smile spreading across his face as he walked toward them.
Feng Fan smiled politely at Elder Peng but quickly shifted his gaze to Shi Fan.
'Half of them are gone… What a disaster,' Shi Fan thought grimly as he scanned the group, realizing that four of the eight disciples he had brought into the pocket dimension hadn't made it out.
Feng Fan, hearing Shi Fan's thoughts, chuckled inwardly. 'Heh, be thankful I didn't kill them all.'
Shi Fan's expression darkened further as his thoughts turned sinister. 'This is that little bastard's fault. Once he leaves for the White Crow Sect, I'll kill him!'
Feng Fan's eyes widened in alarm as the malicious intent reached him. 'Damn it, this old dog isn't playing by the rules!'