After finishing his cultivation on the high platform, Ye Chu felt that his artistic conception had entered a favourable state, and his Flourishing Like Brocade and profundities had also achieved minor accomplishments. This made Ye Chu want to find an opponent to test himself against, but he had already surveyed the disciples here. The strongest was merely at the seventh layer of the Xuanming Realm, unable to serve as his opponent.
It was precisely for this reason that Ye Chu was unwilling to act against them. Fighting them would be a complete waste of effort. He was a lazy person. If something could be solved with saliva, then moving his mouth was enough.
Of course, there were also strong experts here, but those stationed here were all in closed door cultivation. Ye Chu had no way to find them either, so he could only give up.
Patting the dust from behind his backside, Ye Chu left the high platform, playing with the token in his hand. He was thinking about what to eat today. He really had to think carefully about the menu now. Ah, thinking about things was truly torture. So many things he wanted to eat, not knowing what to choose. It really was a dilemma.
Of course, those disciples did not know Ye Chu’s current thoughts. If they knew, they would probably be so angry they would take knives and hack Ye Chu to death, not caring at all that he was a Qingmi Mountain disciple.
These past few days, the things Ye Chu wanted to eat were endlessly varied, requiring disciples from every peak to prepare them. It practically tortured the disciples of every peak to death. Yet this fellow waved his token around arrogantly, and they had no way to deal with it.
“Brother Zhu, he is the new disciple of Qingmi Mountain.”
“Brother Zhu, this fellow has been throwing his weight around here for a week already. You must stand up for us.”
“Brother Zhu, you must properly teach him a lesson, drive him out of here, and strip him of his token.”
“…”
Ye Chu had just walked into the courtyard when he heard numerous disciples crowding around a young man. The young man had a hearty smile. Standing there, he truly possessed an air of confidence. Zhang Lan stood prettily at his side, her face flushed, more charming than before.
His gaze fell upon the young man’s face, which was not particularly handsome, and he instantly understood the other’s identity in his heart. This was Zhu Fengcheng, the one Zhang Lan secretly loved.
“Disciple of Stone Peak greets Senior Brother.” Zhu Fengcheng bowed to Ye Chu and performed a salute. This salute caused all the disciples to be dumbstruck, but soon they were furious. This included Zhang Lan.
“Brother Zhu. How can you salute him? How is he worthy?”
“Brother Zhu, everyone here regards you as their leader. He is merely throwing his weight around, you…”
“…”
These disciples were all flushed red from holding back, feeling they had suffered a great insult. The leader they worshipped in their hearts had actually saluted Ye Chu.
“All of you shut up.” Zhu Fengcheng shouted sternly. A layer of livid grey swept across his hearty face. The spring breeze like heartiness from moments ago vanished, replaced by thunderous rage.
He clearly possessed great authority in these people’s eyes. His furious shout caused the group to fall silent as cicadas in winter.
“Hmph. Do you not understand seniority?” Zhu Fengcheng rebuked. “No matter how dissatisfied or doubtful you are in your hearts, Ye Chu is a Qingmi Mountain disciple, and you must respect him. No matter how long a Qingmi Mountain disciple has entered the sect or how strong they are, they are the senior brothers of all peak disciples, their status equal to elders. Have you all forgotten this?”
Zhu Fengcheng angrily shouted at this group, scolding them until they all hung their heads. But although these people lowered their heads, their eyes were full of defiance.
Ye Chu stood to one side, watching with a smile as Zhu Fengcheng lectured them. Ye Chu rested his head on his hand, leaning lazily against the roof beam. In the end, his gaze could not help but fall upon Zhang Lan again, moving away from her pert little behind.
Zhang Lan seemed to sense Ye Chu’s gaze. She looked towards Ye Chu and happened to see him staring at her behind. Her face turned red and she glared angrily, opening her mouth wanting to curse Ye Chu, but feeling too embarrassed to speak while being scolded by Zhu Fengcheng.
Ye Chu found this scene extremely amusing. His gaze wandered even more unrestrainedly over Zhang Lan’s body, especially watching her expression of wanting to go berserk yet forcibly suppressing it. The smile at the corner of Ye Chu’s mouth grew even wider.
“Hurry up and apologise to Senior Brother Ye Chu.” After scolding the group, Zhu Fengcheng shouted at them.
This sentence finally triggered resistance from these disciples. “Senior Brother Zhu, if he had the ability to become a Qingmi Mountain disciple, we would accept it. But he only uses his token to oppress people. Even if we must bear the crime of deceiving our master and betraying our ancestors, we will not apologise to him. We have taken countless resources from Weiyang Prefecture and transported them back to Qingmi Mountain. Are we raising a group of good for nothings?”
“Exactly. Senior Brother Zhu, in any case we will not apologise. We have always listened to you, but this request of yours we cannot do.”
“Senior Brother Zhu, at worst we will return to the peak and accept punishment. We accept that. We never want to suffer this brat’s bullying again.”
“…”
The group erupted in fury. The scene was somewhat out of control. Ye Chu straightened his body and walked out smiling. “It seems everyone has quite a lot of opinions about me. I am a democratic person. Whatever opinions you have, write them on slips of paper. Do not hold them in. It is bad for your health to hold them in.”
After speaking, Ye Chu took out a stack of paper and handed it to this group of disciples.
“Look at that. Senior Brother Ye Chu is magnanimous. Hmph, since Senior Brother Ye Chu said you can freely give your opinions democratically, then write out what you want to say. What do you look like making such a racket?” Zhu Fengcheng snorted.
The group was shouted down by Zhu Fengcheng and finally stopped cursing. They all took the paper and began writing various grievances on it.
Very quickly, these papers returned to Ye Chu’s hands. Ye Chu looked at the thick stack of paper and said to the group with a smile, “Have you all finished writing?”
Everyone nodded, their gazes on Ye Chu, waiting for him to look through them.
“I am a person who values principles very much. I respect everyone and never practise one man rule.” Ye Chu said with a smile. “So in the future, if you want to curse me or anything, you can write it to me, or curse me behind my back. Just do not curse me to my face.”
The group snorted coldly, waiting to see how Ye Chu would value principles, how he would be democratic. Would he feel so humiliated upon seeing these papers that he would hand over his position as a Qingmi Mountain disciple?
But the result exceeded their expectations. They saw Ye Chu wave his arm, and the stack of paper instantly turned to powder.
“You…” Zhang Lan pointed at Ye Chu, her face flushed red.
“Alright. Everyone has given their opinions, so wash up and sleep early.” After speaking, Ye Chu ignored these people.
This was his democracy? This was his principles? The group only felt a breath stuck in their throats, unable to spit it out even if they wanted to.
Zhang Lan watched Ye Chu’s departing figure and finally could not help shouting, “Stop. What qualification do you have to act this way?”
Ye Chu turned his head to look at Zhang Lan, who looked rather charming in her anger, and said with a smile, “Today you have the courage to shout at me? Is it not because your Brother Zhu is standing nearby?”
“Brother Zhu is a hundred times stronger than you. What qualification do you have to compare with him?” Zhang Lan was furious.
Ye Chu suddenly laughed. “You truly are secretly in love with him.”
“You… you…” Zhang Lan was red to the ears, wanting to bite Ye Chu to death. How could this scoundrel say it out loud.
“Do you still remember what I said? I will help you knock your Brother Zhu down, and then you can force yourself on him.” Ye Chu looked at Zhang Lan with a smile.
Zhang Lan was ashamed and angry. “Just relying on you, you think you can defeat Brother Zhu? What are you.”