As soon as he said this, the room suddenly became as quiet as death!
Li Miaoxin almost burst out laughing.
And the fat little guy was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was a head shorter than him, and trembled with anger.
This country bumpkin actually dared to scold him!
Behind him, his Nine Infants Sect senior brothers were also very angry. The thin, tall cultivator leading them had a gloomy expression and said coldly, "A new disciple from Plucking Stars Sect, you're quite arrogant!"
Li Miaoxin scoffed disdainfully with her arms crossed, "Oh? You want to bully the weaker? Oppress my junior brother? Zhao Zhipeng, you guys from Nine Infants Sect are so shameless!"
The cultivator called Zhao Zhipeng didn't respond to Li Miaoxin's words, but looked at Lin Xiaolu with a chilling, threatening smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I wouldn't dare bully Plucking Stars Sect's junior brother. I just want our Nine Infants Sect's new disciple to have a spar with your Plucking Stars Sect's new disciple. What do you think?"
"Bullshit!" Li Miaoxin was furious now, pointing at Zhao Zhipeng and yelling loudly, "This fat guy is at least ten years old and my junior brother is only seven. You're clearly bullying the weak! Do you really have no shame left?"
Upon hearing this, the other cultivators behind Zhao Zhipeng immediately refuted mockingly:
"Junior sister Li, what you said is unfair. We cultivators don't discriminate by age when sparring."
"That's right, if we have to consider age when sparring, we'd be a laughing stock."
"Junior sister Miaoxin, if you don't dare spar, just say so. We senior brothers from Nine Infants won't laugh at you."
The group burst into raucous laughter, shouting irreverently. Even Monkey San'er who was carrying spiritual food outside the room found the noise harsh on the ears.
Li Miaoxin was so angry her beautiful face flushed red, gritting her teeth furiously, "My junior brother and yours have just entered Emei Sect and haven't started cultivating yet. They have no spiritual power in their bodies, they're just kids! Sparring should be based on age, not whatever you're saying! You guys really have no shame!"
Seeing Li Miaoxin so angry that her hands trembled, Zhao Zhipeng sneered shrilly, "Junior sister Li, don't get anxious. If you don't dare spar just say so... No big deal..."
Having said that, he patted the fat little guy on the shoulder, "Xiao Dan, let your senior brother take you back and spread the word that the new disciple from Plucking Stars doesn't even have the courage to spar with you. Hahaha!"
The fat little guy also smiled gleefully upon hearing this. Looking arrogantly at Lin Xiaolu, who was three years younger and a head shorter than him, he humphed haughtily and was about to leave with Zhao Zhipeng.
"What is... sparring?"
Just as everyone was about to leave, Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked.
He and his sister were too young and didn't understand the meaning of sparring.
The group from Nine Infants Sect laughed even louder when they heard this, making Li Miaoxin's chest heave angrily.
"Hahaha, the new disciple from Plucking Stars is quite something. He doesn't even know what sparring is. Hahaha!"
"I thought with Plucking Stars only accepting a pair of disciples every twenty years, they'd be some kind of genius blessed by the heavens. Didn't expect it to be a dummy."
Zhao Zhipeng also laughed so hard he had to hold his belly. Looking at Lin Xiaolu, he scoffed, "Sparring means you fight with my disciple. Understand?"
Lin Xiaolu nodded blankly, then blinked his big eyes and asked curiously, "Then when can we spar?"
"Anytime." Zhao Zhipeng answered impatiently, waving his hand. He had only come to stir up trouble and felt he had achieved his goal, so he didn't want to waste any more time here. He wanted to go back and spread the word that the new disciple from Plucking Stars was a coward.
But the moment he finished answering, Lin Xiaolu suddenly grabbed the white jade teapot from the table and smashed it at the chubby little guy in front of him!
With a crisp "crack", the teapot shattered into pieces. The little guy shrieked as he fell to the ground, his face covered in blood!
This stunned everyone and they froze on the spot.
But Lin Xiaolu didn't hesitate at all. While the little guy was holding his bloody face and screaming, the seven-year-old kicked him mercilessly, kicking and rolling him on the floor as tears, snot and blood splattered everywhere.
As he kicked, Lin Xiaolu cursed, "Cry, cry your head off, don't even ask who you're messing with, want to spar with your grandpa? Your grandpa's been chopping people since the womb. Damn it!"
Behind him, little Xiao Yuer blinked her innocent bright eyes as she swung her small feet sitting on the bench, quietly watching her brother beat people up.
To her, this was nothing out of the ordinary. Her brother often fought with bigger kids in the village to protect her from bullying. He always went for fast, accurate and ruthless strikes.
"Stop!"
It wasn't until the little guy was nearly kicked to death that the people around reacted. The furious Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand, about to punish this brat, while Li Miaoxin prepared to stop him. But surprisingly, Lin Xiaolu wasn't afraid at all. The moment Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand, he grabbed a sharp piece of the broken teapot and squatted in front of the bawling little guy, holding the shard directly against his eyeball. Then he looked up at Zhao Zhipeng with his young, tender face and said,
"What do you want to do?"
Zhao Zhipeng froze, eyeing the sharp, pointy piece of porcelain in the boy's hand. His half-raised hand just froze there, not daring to strike.
He was only a third-stage Qi Condensation cultivator and wasn't confident he could save the little guy unharmed.
Li Miaoxin was also shocked. Her beautiful eyes stared at Lin Xiaolu in surprise - her little junior brother looked so fierce!
An eerie silence descended upon the room, broken only by the little guy's cries.
After a long pause, Zhao Zhipeng took several deep breaths, his chest heaving violently. Furious, he said,
"Good! Plucking Stars' new disciple is capable. I'll definitely report this to the Law Enforcement Hall. Just you wait for your punishment!"
He pointed at Lin Xiaolu, yelling loudly, "Recklessly beating your fellow sect member, breaking sect rules, disrespecting elders, you're finished!"
After this long tirade, Lin Xiaolu didn't show any panic. His childish little face remained expressionless, and he spoke lightly, "Xiao Yuer."
"Yes, brother?" The little girl sweetly answered behind him.
"Just now I asked this senior brother what sparring means. How did he answer?" Lin Xiaolu stared at Zhao Zhipeng.
"Senior brother said sparring means fighting." Xiao Yuer replied in her soft, childish voice.
"Then... when did he say we could fight?" Lin Xiaolu asked again.
Xiao Yuer tilted her head and smiled, "Senior brother said anytime."
Zhao Zhipeng's expression turned ugly, while his fellow senior brothers tried to defend him, "But you used a weapon!"
"Using weapons to fight, isn't that still fighting?" Lin Xiaolu continued calmly.
That cultivator was rendered speechless, glaring with bulging eyes but unable to respond.
Realizing what was happening, Zhao Zhipeng yelled angrily at Lin Xiaolu, "Using weapons can kill! It's different from sparring!"
"Then...is he dead?"
The calm words made Zhao Zhipeng choke again. Fury blazed within him but he couldn't find the words to retort.
Finally, Lin Xiaolu suddenly grinned and said sweetly, "Senior brother, who won this spar?"
Zhao Zhipeng's body shuddered. For some reason, looking at this boy who hadn't even started formal cultivation, he felt a tinge of fear.
Seeing his silence, Lin Xiaolu's smile disappeared. The sharp piece of porcelain in his hand stabbed down suddenly!
"I'm asking you, who won?!"
The bloody-faced little guy didn't dare move an inch with the shard right before his eyes. Sobbing loudly, he cried out in defeat, "You won! You won! You're my dad! You're my dad!"
After that, the sound of peeing came from the little guy's crotch.
He had been scared pissless...