Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system-Chapter 350: Ch-: Entering the Rankings (7)

"Hey, do you remember the disciple you messed with from the group of inner court examination candidates?" the elder asked in a neutral voice. Fang Juan, upon hearing this, was startled—and then his face darkened.

'How could I forget? Because of him, you beat me up for the first time,' Fang Juan thought bitterly. Then something seemed to click in his mind, and his eyes lit up.

"Did he fail the inner court examination? Aha! I knew that bastard was just bragging. Wait until he comes crawling back to the outer court—I'll dual cultivate with my partners right in front of him!" Fang Juan said with a malicious grin, completely unaware that his uncle's face had darkened, with veins bulging from his forehead.

Bang!

"Ugh!" the elder kicked Fang Juan in the stomach, sending him crashing into the wall.

"Look at the leaderboards, you bastard!" the elder shouted furiously.

Fang Juan felt a sharp pain in his body as he was struck in the stomach by his uncle and slammed into the wall. He had the urge to grab a sword and have a showdown with his uncle—never in his entire life had he been beaten and humiliated like this. Even during missions outside the sect, he had never been this injured.

'Crazy old man,' Fang Juan cursed inwardly, but he managed to keep his expression in check. He knew that showing even the slightest displeasure would likely earn him another beating.

'Could it be… impossible!' When he heard his uncle shout at him to look at the leaderboards, confusion crossed his face. But then, a sinking feeling settled in his gut. He stiffly raised his head to look at the leaderboard. He quickly scanned the bottom 100, but didn't find the name he was looking for. Fearing the worst, he checked the next 100—still nothing.

The elder, seeing Fang Juan only checking the bottom 200 ranks, had a helpless and pitiful look on his face. He could understand Fang Juan's thoughts, but that pity was quickly replaced by anger—and fear. He knew all too well that many disciples were petty, and if offended, they wouldn't hesitate to target the entire family of the one who had crossed them.

"You idiot! Look closely at the leaderboards, you brat! Do you see anything different?" the elder shouted.

"What are you talking about? I already checked the bottom 200! Are you saying Wang Ming's name is ranked even higher? Impossible! Even if he somehow managed to get on the rankings by a miracle, it's impossible for him to be that high!" Fang Juan denied instantly.

"Impossible, my ass! Do I look like I'm joking? Don't act like a fool or I'll crush your manhood!" the elder roared, his voice furious.

Fang Juan swallowed a mouthful of saliva upon hearing the threat. He turned back to the leaderboard and began searching more carefully. Eventually, he noticed a section highlighted in golden color—and saw that it was steadily rising up the ranks. A terrible thought crossed his mind, and in an instant, cold sweat drenched his clothes as his heart began to race.

"Uncle, did someone new enter the rankings from our sect? Who is it?" Fang Juan asked in a nervous voice as he looked at his uncle.

"It's exactly who you're thinking of. It's Disciple Wang Ming—the one you messed with back then," the elder said coldly, and Fang Juan's face turned pale.

Gudong

Fang Juan swallowed a mouthful of saliva at his uncle's confirmation. He didn't doubt his uncle for even a second, not with that mix of anger and fear on his face.

"Oh shit," Fang Juan suddenly cursed loudly as his eyes fell back on the leaderboard. He saw Wang Ming's name rising rapidly—and within minutes, it had already surpassed his own ranking.

"Damn, how is he climbing the rankings so fast?" Fang Juan muttered, eyes wide, as the name continued to rise without losing momentum.

"Uncle, can you please show me the video of his fight? I want to see how he's killing so many beasts," Fang Juan asked, bloodshot eyes staring at his uncle.

'Hmm, let's open it. I'm curious too,' the elder thought, sighing as he activated his authority as the elder responsible for monitoring the leaderboards. He quickly pulled up the feed showing Wang Ming's battle.

Both of them stared eagerly at the screen. But after only a few seconds, their eyes widened, and their jaws dropped to the floor as they watched Wang Ming effortlessly massacre wave after wave of beasts using a terrifyingly refined technique. Cold sweat began to drip from their foreheads.

Gudong

"U-Uncle… he's not petty, right? He won't come after me… right?" Fang Juan asked fearfully, swallowing hard as he turned to his uncle. If he was in Wang Ming's place, he would certainly take action and crriple the person who offended him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that, you bastard?!" the elder glared at Fang Juan when he heard the question.

"If he tries to attack me, you'll back me up, right, Uncle?" Fang Juan asked with hope in his eyes, but the elder just looked at him indifferently—and even sneered.

"Hehe," the elder chuckled ominously.

"Right? You'll back me... right?" Fang Juan repeated, dread creeping into his voice.

"Hehe," the elder laughed again, causing Fang Juan to gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

"Back you? Back you, my ass! I'd be targeted too if I tried to save you. If it comes to that, I'll serve your head to him on a silver platter. You better start praying that he thinks you're just some insignificant insect and completely forgets about you," the elder sneered, and Fang Juan looked at him in horror and despair.

Fang Juan now desperately wished that Wang Ming would forget him—treat him as an unworthy, insignificant creature. In the past, being ignored would have infuriated him due to his pride as an inner court disciple. But now? He was praying for it.