Another day passed, and Ye Chu was once again kicked awake by Ye Jingyun. However, this time Ye Jingyun did not pretend to be innocent. Instead, she fiercely raised her fist and said, “From now on, when we sleep, you sleep on one side and I sleep on the other. Do not touch me again, or else… hmph…”
Ye Chu looked at Ye Jingyun, whose face was inexplicably tinged with a slight blush. After a long moment, he finally said, “You are crazy! If you do not want me to touch you, then stop sleeping here from now on and find your own place to sleep.”
Ye Chu was only too glad to hear that. His good dreams had already been ruined by Ye Jingyun. Yang Hui was so gentle, yet he could not even bring her to bed for some intimacy.
Watching Ye Chu leave while completely ignoring her, Ye Jingyun face flushed even deeper. The dampness between her legs grew more pronounced. This made her grit her teeth and curse him as a bastard, though it was unclear what exactly that curse truly meant.
Ye Chu arrived at the warm jade platform to cultivate once more. By the time he reached it, many disciples from various peaks had already occupied the space.
This was not the first time Ye Chu had encountered such a situation. He winked at Zhang Lan, who stood there looking delicate and charming in her red dress, and walked up step by step.
“We need to cultivate today!” a disciple could not hold back and shouted loudly at Ye Chu.
“If you want to cultivate, then go ahead and cultivate. Just leave one spot for me,” Ye Chu said indifferently, shrugging at the group. The platform was quite spacious and could hold about twenty people. Taking one spot was hardly excessive. In the past days, Ye Chu had not driven them away. It was just that they seemed to feel staying with him was a disgrace, so despite there being many empty spots, they refused to sit and cultivate.
“There are no spots left today. We all need to cultivate!” Their voices grew louder, and they glared at Ye Chu as they shouted.
Ye Chu sighed and said helplessly, “Why must we go through this scene every day? Are you not tired of it?”
Ye Chu took the token from his robe, preparing to toss it onto the ground. He had performed this action for so long that he was completely accustomed to it.
Seeing Ye Chu take out the token again, someone finally lost his patience. He stepped forward and roared at Ye Chu, “If you are a real man, do not just rely on using the token! Do you have any other skills?”
These disciples were furious. Ye Chu was such a bastard. For days, he had used the token to pressure them into everything. Not to mention him occupying the high platform for cultivation. Most importantly, he demanded someone to cook for him, and if they refused, he would toss out the token.
He demanded someone to draw water for him to wash his feet, and if they refused, he would toss out the token!
He demanded someone to boil water for him to drink, and if they refused, he would toss out the token!
He even demanded someone to bring him paper when he relieved himself, and if they refused, he would toss out the token again!
…
He had been here for a week, and they had lost count of how many times Ye Chu had thrown out the token. He needed servants for every basic need, eating, drinking, and relieving himself. He was simply a good-for-nothing. They could not understand how such a useless person could possibly become a disciple of Qingmi Mountain.
They respected the strong, but how could they possibly respect a scoundrel who only knew how to throw out a token? Was the token his parent? He used it for everything! The sight of that token was driving these disciples insane!
“Not use the token?” Ye Chu asked the group very seriously.
“That is right! Do you dare?” someone glared at Ye Chu with disdain.
Ye Chu shrugged, put the token away, and said, “Why would I not dare? Do you think using the token is my only skill? Let me tell you, you are underestimating me. I am very capable!”
The group stared at Ye Chu, the corners of their mouths curling in contempt. “Then we would very much like to see what other skills you have!”
The disciples could not help but tense up slightly. Although Zhang Lan had told them Ye Chu strength was weak, he was still a Qingmi Mountain disciple after all. Anyone who managed to become a disciple might possess some hidden methods.
As for Zhang Lan claiming his strength was weak, it was because while Ye Chu cultivated on the platform, not a single trace of aura emanated from him. When a cultivator practises, there should always be some unusual phenomenon. If there was absolutely nothing, there were only two possibilities. Either the person had reached a transcendent realm, or the person was simply too weak.
The former was impossible, so it had to be the latter.
“Do you really want to see my skills?” Ye Chu asked once more. He was kindhearted after all, fearing these people might not be able to handle it. “My skills might make you cough up blood.”
“If you truly have such skills, we will submit to you!” the disciples snorted, full of disdain.
Zhang Lan also looked at Ye Chu with contempt, thinking that besides his loud mouth, he had no other skills. He was far inferior to Brother Zhu! Brother Zhu was excellent, possessing formidable strength and elegant manners!
Ye Chu sighed, thinking these people truly did not know when to back down. Since that was the case, he would show them what he was capable of.
“As a disciple of Qingmi Mountain, I order you to vacate a spot for me. Otherwise, you will be punished for disrespecting our sect!” Ye Chu shouted loudly. This time, however, he did not use the token.
“Pfft…” Someone was truly so angry they wanted to cough up blood. His eyes widened in fury, staring dead at Ye Chu.
Bloody hell! How is this any different from using the token? I thought he had some real skill, but in the end, this bastard is still the same.
“Be good! Everyone make way! Otherwise, I might go back and report you for disrespecting the sect!” Ye Chu said with a smile, ignoring their fury as he stepped forward.
Although the group was furious, they could not bear the charge of disrespecting their sect. They could only watch helplessly as Ye Chu sat down peacefully to cultivate.
Seeing Ye Chu use the trick of bullying others by relying on his status again, Zhang Lan could not help but step forward. “As a man, do you not feel ashamed of only knowing how to bully others by leaning on your power?”
Ye Chu shrugged and said, “Do I? If relying on status to bully others can work for a lifetime, I am willing to use it for a lifetime.”
Ye Chu thought to himself, bullying others with status is a skill in its own right, is it not? What a bunch of ignorant bumpkins!
“You…” Zhang Lan felt she had nothing left to say. To a shameless bastard like him, saying more was pointless.
“When Brother Zhu returns, he will teach you a proper lesson,” Zhang Lan said, glaring at Ye Chu with a snort.
Ye Chu smiled, looked at Zhang Lan beautiful legs, and nodded. “Hmm, nice legs. I just wonder if they are fair!”
“…” Zhang Lan bit her lip, blushing as she glared at Ye Chu. She wanted to strike him, but Ye Chu had somehow taken out the token again and placed it over his chest.
“Hah…”
Zhang Lan took several deep breaths, snorted coldly, and felt that staying here was a disgrace. She flicked her sleeves and left the place together with the furious disciples.
Watching Zhang Lan leave, Ye Chu suddenly felt he might have gone a bit too far. Of course, it was not because his conscience had awakened. It was simply that cultivating without a charming beauty for company lacked aesthetic appeal.
“Hmm! Next time, I will have Yang Hui come to cultivate!” Ye Chu decided in his heart, thinking that Yang Hui was gentle. Even if he teased her a bit, she would only get shy. She was truly a delightful person.
This naturally made Ye Chu think of Tan Miaotong, another charming and lovely girl who was as gentle as water. He wondered if, after such a long time apart, she still remembered him.