After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap suddenly broke the silence of the courtyard, reaching everyone's ears.

The disciple who was hit felt a buzzing in his head and was completely stunned. A clear red mark instantly appeared on his cheek. He stared blankly at the young master in front of him, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll but ruthless in attack, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The guards and maids standing nearby were all frozen in place, their pupils shrinking, clearly stunned by the sudden scene.

"Young...Young Master..."

The man who had been hit covered his burning cheek, his voice trembling as he stammered as if trying to ask something.

Xie Xingran didn't even lift her eyelids, completely ignoring his grievances and confusion.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting for a few seconds. When the familiar system notification sound didn't ring in his mind, he immediately curled his lip and muttered, "Tch, so he's a piece of trash. He's not the target."

These words made the man's face turn bright red instantly.

Yes, he really is a good-for-nothing, otherwise how could he have remained a nominal disciple?

After Xie Xingran finished speaking, he walked straight past the man and strode towards the next kneeling disciple.

Just as he raised his chubby little hand, ready to repeat the same trick, a slender hand suddenly reached out and gently stopped his wrist.

"Young Master."

Bai Zhi suppressed the shock and panic in her heart, forcing out a gentle smile, her voice trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you? Have these disciples offended you in any way? If they have made a mistake, the Discipline Hall will handle it; you don't need to do it yourself."

Bai Zhi was He Anyao's personal maid. She was transferred to take care of Xie Xingran from the moment he was born, and she watched him grow up.

She had seen He Anyao deal with disciples who made mistakes, but she had never seen anyone slap someone's face so directly.

The Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land is known for its relaxed rules and discipline. The art of alchemy emphasizes a calm and composed mind, so most of the disciples are gentle and rarely quarrel. They are also kind to the outer disciples, as the path of cultivation is difficult and no one has it easy.

In Bai Zhi's eyes, Xie Xingran, though a young master of noble status and a bit spoiled, was also cute and adorable. He would sweetly call her "Sister Bai Zhi" and would secretly slip her the exquisite pastries he brought.

But Xie Xingran at this moment felt completely unfamiliar to her.

"Get out of here!"

Xie Xingran frowned sharply, his impatience evident in his eyes. He abruptly flung Bai Zhi's hand away and shoved her hard, so hard that Bai Zhi staggered back a step before regaining her balance.

He tilted his little head back, staring arrogantly at Bai Zhi, his childish voice full of arrogance: "How dare you, a mere servant, tell me what to do?"

"But young master, they are all innocent..." Bai Zhi bit her lip, wanting to persuade him again.

"Shut up!" Xie Xingran interrupted her sharply, her small body tensing slightly with anger, her eyes cold and disdainful.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in my affairs? Get your place! You are my servant, while I am the heir to the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land and the Thousand Machine Pavilion!"

"I can do whatever I want. Do I need to report to you? Do I need your permission?"

These words were like a knife chilled to the bone, piercing Bai Zhi's heart.

Her face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes uncontrollably reddened.

She never imagined that the young master who would smile at her and share pastries with her would say such hurtful things.

The Xie Xingran before me still had that same pink and cute little face, big eyes, and upturned little nose, but those eyes were full of arrogance and disdain, and the words coming out of her rosy little mouth were all sarcastic, as if she had become a different person.

Xie Xingran completely disregarded Bai Zhi's sadness and embarrassment, and didn't even glance at her again. He turned around and continued walking towards the next disciple.

His movements were swift and decisive. He raised his hand and brought it down, the sound of "slap," "slap," "slap" echoing continuously in the courtyard, crisp yet jarring.

The disciples who knelt down were all pale-faced, their cheeks contorted with pain and their hearts filled with humiliation. But when they thought of Xie Xingran's identity, none of them dared to resist.

They could only grit their teeth, clench their fists, and let the humiliating slaps fall on their faces. The humiliation and anger in their eyes accumulated little by little, but they could only endure it.

Xie Xingran was like a tyrant surveying his territory, strutting through the crowd with his short legs, slapping people quickly and hard, and muttering harsh words like "useless" and "worthless" from time to time.

Until he reached his twelfth disciple, and the moment his raised hand fell, a crisp slap resounded—

"bass!"

The disciple suddenly stood up from the ground, his originally fair cheeks flushed red.

He stared intently at Xie Xingran, his chest heaving violently, his eyes blazing with fury, his voice hoarse yet resolute with extreme anger: "What exactly do you want?!"

"Don't think that just because you're a young master from the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land, you can act recklessly and bully people at will!"

He pointed to his flushed cheeks and questioned, word by word, "What did we do wrong to deserve this humiliation?!"

The surrounding disciples were all stunned by this sudden resistance. Even Bai Zhi, who was standing to the side with a pale face, suddenly raised her head and looked at the disciple.

Xie Xingran was startled by the roar and subconsciously took a small step back. But after seeing the anger and defiance in the other person's eyes, he not only didn't get angry, but stopped what he was doing.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for slapping the chosen one in the face! Villain value +100!"

He slowly curled his lips into a wicked yet smug smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

found it.