Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 13 Attack his weakest point!
"Shenqi soup?"

In the cafeteria, Fang Can was stunned by the words of the auntie who served the food: "What is the divine soup?"

"This is it." The auntie serving the food smiled and pushed a wooden bowl in front of Fang Can.

Fang Can looked up and down. The wooden bowl in front of him was overflowing with pure white liquid like milk. He reached out and touched the outer wall of the wooden bowl. It was still cold.

"Sister, what is this divine soup made of? Why does it still look cold?"

Fang Can looked up and asked with a polite smile, but when he saw what the aunt took out, the expression on his face froze.

"It's a mushroom." The aunt said kindly, holding a bright red mushroom in her hand.

"Master Yang just told us to squeeze this mushroom into juice and mix it with cold water. He said that if you, the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall, drink this divine enlightenment soup and combine it with some kind of role-playing method, your training speed can be increased by more than double."

As she spoke, the aunt looked at Fang Can's pretty face with an auntie's smile and said, "Auntie sees that you are kind, and the newcomers will have enough food for the first month. If you drink more Shenqi soup, you will definitely be able to stay in the martial arts hall after a month."

"Thank you, Auntie." Fang Canqiang smiled and saw several baskets of red mushrooms behind the Auntie.
"I'd better forget it. I'll leave the Divine Enlightenment Soup to the other brothers. Just give me the same meal as yesterday."

"Oh, okay." Being rejected by Fang Can, the old lady sighed softly, and it was not good to force him.

After looking at Fang Can with an angry look, he turned around and served Fang Can another serving of rice, fried pork and lentils with rice.

"Thank you, Auntie." Fang Can thanked her and quickly left with his bowl of rice. He was still feeling scared as he walked, luckily he asked one more question.

"As expected of an ancient gang, they even added mushrooms to the cafeteria menu. It's really scary."

Fang Can carried the food to the corner and stuffed it into his mouth while looking at the cafeteria window.

Sure enough, not long after, another disciple came to get food. After chatting with the lady serving food for a while, he happily left with the divine soup. Then came the second, third, and fourth.

Fang Can didn't know what to say as he watched the disciples leaving with the Divine Enlightenment Soup one by one with a trembling heart. He could only admit in his heart that they were worthy of being an ancient gang and they played wild games.

If these people had access to modern technology, they would probably be able to perform injections through syringes in order to practice martial arts.

With a slight sense of fear as if he were in a den of thieves, Fang Can subconsciously quickened the pace of his meal, preparing to practice a few more sets before lunch.

But while we were eating, someone came to find trouble.

Fang Can was nibbling at the rice in his bowl indifferently. Three fellow disciples were already sitting beside him.

One of them was a fellow student Fang Can had met before, the abstract-looking one in the martial arts hall who had used acting to virtually propose to him.

"Junior brother, you look unfamiliar. You must have just joined yesterday." The abstract boy wanted to talk, but was completely ignored by Fang Can.

He was also clear about the purpose of these people, it was just a few taels of silver per month.

As early as in the morning, when he agreed to let the gentle and refined senior brother slap him, he learned some information about what to do after entering the sect from the other party.

For example, new employees are provided with enough meals for the first month, but after that month, in addition to the three basic meals per day, they have to buy the extra meals themselves.

However, the monthly salary is barely enough to make ends meet. Under such circumstances, naturally some people would have evil thoughts.

After all, this is a gang. What's wrong with borrowing some money from them to spend?
Of course, that senior brother also said that newcomers have a novice protection period within one month, and are prohibited from attacking new disciples, but they can practice normally after that.

So after knowing that these people didn't dare to attack him, Fang Can didn't even bother to pay attention to them, and continued to eat in big mouthfuls. In the distance, some disciples looked over with teasing eyes and whispered to each other: "Li Qunfan and the others have started to borrow money again. I just don't know if this newcomer can withstand the pressure."

"I think it's uncertain. Even if we can't beat him in this month, what will we do after a month?"

"Let's make a bet. I'll bet 50 copper coins that the boy can't take it."

……

Without mentioning the gambling game that had already started, seeing Fang Can remained silent, Li Qunfan was furious and said, "Boy, is this how you treat your senior brother?"

Fang Can: …

"Boy, don't think you can be a coward. Be careful or I'll challenge you to a duel in a month."

Fang Can: …

"Are you dumb? Or are you born unable to speak? With your talent, you can't generate any energy at all. When you become a servant, remember to bring me water to wash my feet."

……

In the cafeteria, Fang Can ate his food calmly the whole time. Due to the rules of the cafeteria, Li Qunfan and his friends did not dare to attack him and could only insult him verbally.

The disciples watching from a distance knew that verbal insults were sometimes more severe than physical attacks.

This is because if you sow the seeds of lack of confidence in your heart, your practice may become ineffective, and a person with good talent may not be able to generate energy within a month.

The three men surrounded Fang Can and continued to verbally insult him, but after two minutes, when Fang Can's food was almost gone, he ignored them from beginning to end.

He swallowed the last bite of food gently, raised his head very slowly, looked at Li Qunfan in front of him and said the first sentence: "Do you know?"

The three people who had originally wanted to give up borrowing money were stunned for a moment. Li Qunfan smiled, thinking that this kid finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Looking at Li Qunfan, Fang Can recalled his performance in the martial arts hall and said coldly: "She never loved you at all!"

"What did you say!!!"

The defense-breaking effect brought about by Fang Can's whisper was more powerful than all of Li Qunfan's previous defense-breaking effects combined.

Li Qunfan's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost wanted to punch the boy to death on the spot for daring to deceive him.

Almost instantly, he shook his head and lied to himself, "Impossible, Xiaofang definitely loves me, you are lying to me, yes, you are definitely lying to me, as long as I can become the hall master, no, the steward, he can be with me."

Fang Can did not answer, but pursed his lips and said in a long tone: "Hey~ I'm speaking from my heart. I won't say anything if someone is anxious."

"You brat." Almost in an instant, the acting method was broken, and Li Qunfan clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward to fight desperately, but he was held back by the two younger brothers behind him.

"Don't do it, Brother Li, don't do it, it's against the rules of the sect." The two younger brothers, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Li Qunfan's arms to dissuade him.

The next moment, a white fist hit Li Qunfan's face hard, followed by a mocking remark.

"Clown, the sect rules only say you can't hit me, but they don't say I can't hit you."

(End of this chapter)