Shut your damn pie hole!

  "Bang..."

  A loud slap on the table, Yi Feng's hand, which was leaning against the table, shook violently for a moment, and a few drops of tea splashed onto his clothes. Yi Feng slightly furrowed his brow, using his hand to gently wipe away the droplets of tea. His expression was very serious, his movements light, as if he were wiping down a work of art.

  The Great Elder saw this scene and his mouth corners involuntarily rose into an arc, the dissatisfaction of the violent elder who had just slammed the table in front of him was instantly gone.

  Yi Feng's nonchalant arrogance made Liu Feng extremely angry. He felt he had been greatly ridiculed and sought to find fault with Yi Feng, but instead his own people were injured and infuriated. This was no less than slapping him in the face.

  Shu Dai'er stared at Yi Feng, who seemed to be fearless. She suddenly felt a sense of security. More importantly, despite being in a state of exhaustion, he was still able to fight such a beautiful battle. For the first time, Shu Dai'er thought that Yi Feng was not as simple as she had imagined.

  "Hou Yi..."

  With another loud slap on the table, Bao Gang finally lost his temper and shouted angrily. Yi Feng's indifferent expression had enraged him. Even if the five great elders spoiled you so much, I am still a high-ranking elder, let alone that you are now a useless waste who has made mistakes.

  "Huh...... Bao Gang elder, are you calling me?" Yi Feng looked at Bao Gang with a puzzled expression.

  "Y...". Bao Gang's face turned red with rage, the veins on his forehead bulged out, his finger pointed at Yi Feng, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. The scars left by the knife on his face seemed even more terrifying than before.

  Yi Feng coldly snorted in his heart: He knew that Liu Feng's actions were all instructed by him. This old guy was very clear, completely a person who relied on his age to bully others, and had been ignored by Yi Feng many times, so he must have held a grudge in his heart, and his tolerance was not as broad as the other elders of the Holy Land.

  The old man saw this, still didn't say a word, his hand rotated the teacup from time to time and took a sip, the corner of his mouth raised a faint arc, only people with a keen eye would notice that it was a hint of a smile.

  Shi Dai'er was clearly one of the meticulous ones, and her originally tight heart had also slightly relaxed. She seemed to understand why Yue Feng dared to be so arrogant, but after all, the elder was still the elder, and the rules of the holy land were still the rules of the holy land.

  Bao Gang obviously didn't have much to say, he stood up in anger, grabbed the teacup in front of him and smashed it over. It shattered on Yi Feng's body, splashing ceramic shards onto his clothes.

  Yi Feng was furious, he just wanted to rush over and strike, when the elder spoke up, shouting: "Yi Feng, sit down!"

  Yi Feng glared at Bao Gang, snorted, and sat down. He carefully cleaned up the broken porcelain in front of him and picked up his teacup again to sip his tea. Although he didn't like this old guy, the rules of the Holy Land were clear: the dignity of the elder was not to be challenged.

  So Hou Yi endured it, and now he is not suitable to provoke too much trouble. Although he is not afraid, he can avoid it if possible. After all, being remembered by a group of petty people is also annoying.

  The old man saw Yi Feng's cleverness and sat down, nodding his head in satisfaction: although Yi Feng usually didn't put him in his eyes, he still gave him face in front of outsiders.

  The old man looked at Shuidi and Liu Feng standing outside the door and beckoned to them: "You two also sit down."

  Two people sat slowly, and in their hearts they couldn't help but admire Yu Feng: a criminal who broke the rules was actually able to sit here leisurely drinking tea. For thousands of years, among the disciples sent to the holy land, who had ever received such treatment?

  Liu Feng suddenly felt that listening to Bao Gang's words and going to find trouble with Yi Feng might be a mistake.

  "Shu Dai'er, Liu Feng, Yi Feng...... you are among the most outstanding ones in this generation of Sanctuary disciples." The Great Elder's tone was very light and casual, but no one knew what he meant by this inexplicable sentence.

  Bo Huang sneered and said: "A useless person can also be considered one of the most outstanding people in the Holy Land?"

  The elder didn't seem to mind the outburst and continued, "Outstanding individuals will always be jealous of each other. After all, no one wants to see themselves being surpassed by others. So, I can understand that you have conflicts, even using underhanded tactics against each other. In fact, I find it quite admirable."

  "Holy Land. Or the Holy Sect, it's a world where the strong are respected. You have the ability, you can even slaughter all the disobedient people in the Holy Sect and unify the already fragmented Holy Sect under your control."

  "This is what I hope to see, and of course, if it can be achieved. It should also appear in the hands of you outstanding disciples. In saying this, I only want to tell you that the Holy Sect is a world where the strong prey on the weak. The sacred land that transcends the existence of the Holy Sect is also."

  Bo Huang listened to these words and suddenly felt that something was off: the Great Elder's words seemed to support the weak being preyed upon by the strong among his disciples. Had he forgotten the rules of the Holy Land? The Holy Sect was indeed a place where the weak would be left with no bones remaining. However, in order to ensure the number of disciples sent up, it was clearly stipulated that they could not be maimed or killed.

  The Great Elder didn't react to Bo Huang's expression and said, "You all should know how the Sacred Sect is: everyone uses any means necessary, as long as you can win, no one cares about your methods being despicable. So, Liu Feng played this hand beautifully. I also appreciate it."

  Yi Feng heard this and rolled his eyes: Bullshit, speaking so righteously without any shame. I admire it, I admire it. My shamelessness still needs to be cultivated.

  A hint of joy flashed in Li Feng's eyes: being able to receive a word of praise from the Great Elder was the greatest honor in the Holy Land.

  "Flowing Maple, you will go to the Sacred Land's Back Mountain Wuji Pavilion to learn the daily low-level martial skills. Just as I said." The Great Elder said.

  Liu Feng's face lit up with great joy, and he nodded vigorously.

  Yi Feng couldn't help but smile secretly: Wuji Pavilion?! Haha, this young master has access to the Wuji Pavilion, the Soul Pavilion, and the Qi Pavilion. Even the five great elders of the Sacred Land can't easily enter the Sacred Pavilion, but I come and go as I please. You little brat should be thrilled!

  But no wonder why the people of Sheng Zong are all unscrupulous and selfish. Alas, if the Holy Land cultivates its disciples in this way, can they not become like this? But this is also related to the law of the jungle that has always existed in the Holy Land, and the Holy Land had no choice but to cultivate its disciples for Sheng Zong in this way.

  The Great Elder finished speaking and turned his head towards Yi Feng. He asked: "Yi Feng, how should you be punished for your mistake?"

  "What? Wrong? What's wrong? Elder, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you explain?" Yī Fēng asked with great puzzlement.

  "Hmph... Trash! So many eyes have seen it, and you still want to deny it?" Akogare slammed his fist on the table.

  "Bao Gang elder, what did you see? Just say it out loud. Don't be so angry." Yi Feng said calmly, lightly rotating the tea cup in his hand, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

  "Great Elder, you have seen this. This waste does not respect the Holy Land's elder and even beats a Holy Land disciple to the point of being left with only half a life. Such a rebellious disciple, if not punished, would be insufficient to convince the masses." Baogang said firmly to the Great Elder.

  "Heh heh, so how will Elder Bao punish me? You'd better go easy on me." Yifeng said calmly.

  This scene made Liu Feng secretly pleased: no matter how arrogant you, Yu Feng, are, in front of the elder, you still have to restrain your temper. You still have to be humble. The elder is still at the top of the golden pyramid, and disciples are ultimately disciples.

  Boisterous Bao hummed a sentence: "For your insult to the elder's dignity and harm to the reputation of the holy land disciples, I won't punish you too severely, just one hand will do."

  "Baoguang Elder, are you sure you're fully awake?" Yifeng asked with a hint of a smile.

  "What?"

  "Heh heh, I say that Bao Gang's old man's daydreaming has reached a certain level, even with his eyes open." Yifeng laughed.

  "Hehe......" Shu Dai'er couldn't help it, she burst out laughing, but soon realized the atmosphere wasn't suitable and quickly covered her mouth, only to have her beautiful eyes still shining with amusement.

  "Hou Feng, what did you say?" Bo Gang shouted angrily.

  "Isn't that right? You're not still sleepy, how could you say something so brainless?" Yī Fēng said calmly.

  "Yī Fēng, don't you forget, I am a senior elder of the Holy Land." Bào Gāng said in anger.

  "Damn your mother's immortal board...!" Yi Feng's calm tone suddenly changed, and he cursed violently, slamming the teacup in his hand.

  "Hmph..."

  The old man's poem made Dai'er and several others spit out the tea in their mouths, their faces flushing bright red. They were clearly holding back laughter, finding it hard to bear.

  "This kid is too awesome! This is an elder we're talking about. He just scolded him like that?"