I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 15: Of Righteousness.

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"W-what do you mean boss?" Gao Hu's breath hitches in his throat, of course he didn't expect this, his boss just raised an insane suggestion!

The sheer disrespect, killing a sect's disciples? As mortals!

He regulates his breathing, letting this pass as a joke. But then—

"Yeah... let's just kill them. How would the sect even retaliate against us? Aren't we mortals? Do they want to invoke heavenly punishment?"

Gao Hu's eyes widen. "This is it... my boss is really crazy!"

The old man who thanked the heavens a few minutes ago, Xiao Ning, nods and laughs. "Killing them? That's bold. I like it."

The crazed woman nods as well. "Disrespecting a righteous sect? Maybe the demonic sects'll take us in!" She cackles.

Old man Xiao Ning flashes a toothy grin, several of his yellow teeth missing. "You're talking about the Scarlet Blood sect aren't you..."

The room suddenly quiets down.

Even the crazed woman stops cackling.

Drip...

Cold sweat drips down Gao Hu's forehead, hitting the stone ground.

"S-Scarlet Blood sect? You mean the blood drinkers, bone snappers, flesh eaters?"

Gao Hu stutters, his pale hand pressed tightly against the stone table for stability.

Xiao Ning lets a raspy breath out, laughing slowly. "Yes... the Scarlet Blood sect."

Ding Tao rubs his brows, his mind wandering. "No. We are saints compared to the Scarlet Blood sect. They once committed unspeakable acts to an innocent sect just because one of the sect's outer disciples complimented a Scarlet Blood elder."

Xiao Ning taps his finger against the stone table. "It's best we stop talking about them, lest we get destroyed by them before we even join them." His grin is ever-present.

Ding Tao smiles, then stands up. He goes up several stairs, going outside.

Looking at the moon, he reminisces. "Ah, great moon, how wonderful you are."

His eyes then fall on Dong Shui, still tied to the tree.

"Great Whirlwind disciple..."

At that very same sect, a great competition is currently taking place.

"Qian Zhelan! Use your secret technique!"

A little boy shouts, his voice piercing.

Qian Zhelan, currently battling against an outer sect disciple, smiles. "Here I go."

"Whirlwind Wood Blast!"

Suddenly, his qi stretches out a few centimetres behind him, that is his limit since he is only at the fifth layer of Qi Gathering.

The qi, with only a limited amount of space, form into small trees, that start rapidly spinning.

He then lunges at his shocked opponent, slamming him with the small spinning trees.

Boom!

His opponent falls back, spitting blood. "Qian Zhelan! Victory!"

The outer sect elder overlooking the competition announces, his voice booming.

"Wooh! Senior brother!"

A group of disciples under the same master as Qian Zhelan cheer.

The little boy from before claps his hands, looking proud.

Qian Zhelan walks up to the boy, towering above him.

Just when everyone thought he would pat the boys head, or even give him a compliment—

Qian Zhelan bows to the boy!

And he bows low,

really low.

The boy puts one arm behind his back, his other arm's hand rubbing his chin like a wise old master.

He then nods, "Well done disciple, I knew you had it in you."

Qian Zhelan excitedly grins. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging wildly right now.

"Thank you great master! I'll make sure to use all your teachings and win this competition!"

The crowd murmurs, some confused, some amused, and some even angry at the lack of seniority.

"How could this be! How shameless is this Qian Zhelan to take a little boy as his master!"

"Hehe, maybe the little boy is an old master in disguise."

"Is this guy serious?"

"W-wait! I know them! The little master and old disciple!"

For some reason, a fatty sitting in the crowd seems to know about them.

The crowd turns to him.

"Gosh, what a fatty!"

He takes up an entire two seats, eating some fried chicken.

Fatty Wang points a finger at the master-disciple duo, spittle flying everywhere as he talks.

"Yeah, yeah I know them, apparently Qian Zhelan's master is really a little boy! And that little boy is apparently very wise and talented!"

A bald disciple scrunches his nose. "And how do you know all of this, fatty?"

Fatty Wang laughs, smacking the bald disciple right in the cranium.

The bald disciple gets knocked back, right into the food stands.

Fatty Wang then struggles to stand up, lifting his head up arrogantly. "I know all of this because I studied this sect quite a lot before I joined."

He turns around, arms behind his back.

"And I know all of the popular duos. You newbies don't really know anything, do you?"

"Aren't you a newbie as well!?"

"That doesn't matter, I still know more than you guys."

"I-I! What?"

Fatty Wang smirks, walking slowly, parting the crowd like the red sea.

His arms still behind his back, he continues. "I bet you guys didn't know about the pure disciple and the seven butterflies..."

He blabbers for about thirty minutes before he reaches the end of the competition grounds, the crowd following him to listen to all of his yapping.

Finally reaching the exit of the competition, the Iron Gate, he turns around and bows, causing the crowd to momentarily pause, and then applaud.

"What a smart fatty!"

"It seems we really judged a book by its cover!"

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"Wooh! You are my favourite fatty!"

"Fatty Wang, have my children!"

Fatty Wang laughs as he exits, flowers being thrown at him, along with cheers.

Suddenly, a tough hand clasps his shoulder. The peak master of Toughening Up Peak. Also known as Fatty Wang's master.

"Boy, what could you be doing out here, instead of cultivating?"

Fatty Wang shudders, nervously laughing while he turns his pudgy head around.

The peak master of Toughening Up peak literally emanates testosterone. Prepubescent boys around him gain deep voices within minutes, while girls grow broad shoulders.

He is bald, a pale skin color, a scar going through his left eye, a thick beard, and red markings all over his face.

Fatty Wang nervously tries to explain. "Y-you s-see M-Master..."

Lifting him up by the collar, Han Kuang throws Fatty Wang all the way to the Toughening Up peak. "Hopefully you'll toughen up."

With a stoic expression, the 7'8 hulking figure makes his way to the inner sect.

"Kids will learn."

"They will."

"Elders will spit."

"They will."

"Traitors will betray."

"They will."

"Doom be to them."

"Chaos exists in all of us."

"Peace coincides."

The young boy from before, the master of Qian Zhelan, Xiao Bo, faces Qian Zhelan in a dark space, lit by flickering candles.

The earthy smell of mud and grime pertains the room, whilst smoke curls around, salmon on bronze plates littered around.

"Disciple, what is my name?"

"Your name is Xian Bo, master."

"Good."

Xian Bo smiles, his young face lightening up.

"Disciple, get my bath ready, I'll teach you another time."

"Y-yes master! This disciple will warm your bath and prepare your toys!"

Xiao Bo smiles, walking outside.

His feet step against the muddy ground, rain falling on his face.

He looks up at the moon, his eyes narrowing.

"A mortal dares to conspire against the sect? Hmph, it seems you don't fully understand the Heavenly laws."

Xiao Bo's qi rages inside of him, his golden core spinning at rapid speeds.

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