C6 The System Is Awesome(2)

"I'm very sorry. The cultivation room you were using is actually mine, and I need it for my own training today. Had I known you were inside, I wouldn't have disturbed your session."

Everyone was left speechless, with some even doubting their hearing, wondering if they were experiencing auditory hallucinations. What was Zhang Tianmeng doing? He appeared to be explaining to Wang Yufei the reason for knocking on the door of Yufei's cultivation room.

Zhang Tianmeng himself was perplexed. Why did he feel the need to explain himself to Wang Yufei? It made no sense. As he caught the scornful looks from the crowd, Zhang Tianmeng was fuming with rage.

"You dare to challenge me, you worthless fool? I knew it was you cultivating in there. It would be one thing if it were someone else using my usual room, but you are simply not deserving." Zhang Tianmeng's presence was intimidating, his fists clenched, radiating the formidable energy of an eight-star warrior.

Zhang Tianmeng's outburst was an attempt to mask his earlier embarrassment. Explaining himself to someone he considered worthless was humiliating. If word got out, his reputation in the sect would be tarnished, possibly even lower than that of the so-called 'trash'.

The situation was laughable, and Wang Yufei couldn't help but chuckle. He thought Zhang Tianmeng was digging his own grave. Although Yufei acknowledged that there was still a gap between his own strength and that of Zhang Tianmeng.

Moreover, Zhang Tianmeng had awakened his talent, prompting Wang Yufei to swiftly use his points to assign a mission to Zhang Tianmeng.

"System, I demand that Zhang Tianmeng kowtow and apologize publicly, as well as compensate me for my losses. Should he fail, he must be expelled from the sect."

"Mission accepted. The recipient, Zhang Tianmeng, is a 23-year-old, eight-star warrior with the talent for Tyrannical Meteor Fist, a low-level martial skill. His sect title is 'Potential Stock', and the cultivation technique he practices is undisclosed. The mission reward will be distributed randomly."

Wang Yufei spent an additional point, granting him the privilege to select from three potential rewards.

Reward 1: Meteor Hammer, a low-level weapon crafted from a special diamond material, suitable for powerful warriors. It's not cumbersome and can activate a passive skill, increasing speed by two points.

Reward 2: The Asura Berserk Skill, which has no attribute requirements, is a low-level one-star skill. Its unique active feature allows the cultivator to self-harm, pushing their physical strength to the pinnacle and delivering a lethal blow to the enemy. It's important to note that this skill cannot be used in conjunction with innate talents and is limited to once every 24 hours.

Reward 3: The Demon Battle Blade is ideal for the robust warrior, enhancing both speed and strength by one point each. Its sole passive ability offers a 5% chance to challenge and potentially defeat opponents above one's level, with an increased critical hit rate during combat.

Wang Yufei was well aware of Zhang Tianmeng's desire for a blade, a weapon that was not only hard to come by but also exorbitantly priced. Since Yufei himself was indifferent to such weapons, he saw an opportunity to teach Zhang Tianmeng a lesson and publicly humiliate him.

Yufei decided to keep the Asura Berserk Skill for himself, as he had yet to awaken his own talents and thus couldn't combine them with the skill. Having a skill to fall back on seemed like the better option.

Thus, the mission was set in motion. Just as Zhang Tianmeng was about to publicly thrash Yufei, the sect's mission arrived through a long-distance voice transmission, audible only to Tianmeng. The mission was not to slay demonic beasts or to venture out for training but to bow in apology to Yufei. This command caused the burly man's body to stiffen with tension.

Now, he faced a dilemma, torn between his pride and his duty. If he refused to apologize, he risked failing the mission and being expelled from the sect, losing his status as a disciple. On the other hand, apologizing to someone he considered worthless, and compensating Yufei until forgiven, would surely tarnish his reputation. Yet, completing the mission would grant him the coveted battle saber, a weapon he had long dreamed of possessing.

"Zhang Tianmeng, what are you up to? Get in there and finish off that loser. The sect has washed their hands of him. If it weren't for his cousin, he'd have been expelled from the mountain long ago," someone in the crowd remarked, eager to stir up trouble.

"Exactly. If I were in your shoes, I would have already pinned Wang Yufei to the ground and given him a thrashing. You still have a ways to go to catch up with Lee Tianhu. It's no surprise that he's always got one over on you."

The relentless taunting was like a scorching wave, assaulting Zhang Tianmeng's nerves and causing sweat to bead on his forehead. Why would the sect assign such a task? Could it be that Wang Yufei's background was more complex than it seemed?

The mission was one that several elders had to collaborate on. Was Wang Yufei possibly the illegitimate child of these elders? Otherwise, the sect's mission wouldn't be structured this way. Zhang Tianmeng no longer had the luxury of time to ponder these questions.

The mere thought that Wang Yufei might be the secret offspring of the elders sent shivers down Zhang Tianmeng's legs. He was out of his depth; yet, despite Wang Yufei's significant status, why was he still labeled as worthless?

Moreover, he had nearly been cast out of the mountain. But now, Zhang Tianmeng couldn't afford to think further, knowing that if he didn't bow and apologize, he would face utter defeat. With a thud, he fell to his knees before Wang Yufei like a stray dog, causing onlookers to gape in disbelief.

They couldn't fathom what was going through the mind of this formidable man as Zhang Tianmeng prostrated himself, pleading for Wang Yufei's mercy.

"Boss Wang Yufei, please, just let me off the hook as if I were nothing more than a fart. I swear I didn't mean any disrespect. It was all Young Master Wang's doing; he told me you were inside cultivating and ordered me to kill you. He even promised me a few spirit stones and assured me your family wouldn't hold me accountable."

Desperate to save his own skin and to secure that coveted saber, Zhang Tianmeng had no choice but to come clean. Wang Yufei's gaze was complex, tinged with a hint of bitterness, as he burst into a laugh that was refreshingly free of any ulterior motives.

Wang Yufei couldn't help but laugh, a sound that greatly displeased Young Master Wang, whose real name was Wang Shaofeng. He harbored deep-seated contempt for Yufei, blaming him for the scorn his family faced within the sect—all because of Yufei's existence.

In his dreams, Shaofeng fantasized about tearing Yufei limb from limb. "You worthless fool, what's so funny? Is there something wrong with my actions? I don't care that you're a waste of space, but when you drag my family down with you, we're going to have a serious problem."

"And your excessive closeness with my sister is causing her to be disrespected as well. That's why I despise you and wish you'd just vanish from my world." At that moment, Shaofeng's face twisted into a grotesque scowl.

He was itching to strike Yufei dead with a single slap, convinced that it would end the mockery from other families and prevent his sister, Wang Xianglan, from being belittled. Yufei's very presence gave others in the sect a reason to ridicule their family.

Yufei's laughter ceased abruptly as he extended his hand, pointing at Shaofeng's cheek with a grin. "What exactly are you to me? Have I breathed your family's air or eaten your food? Or perhaps I've exploited your resources? Since being beaten and labeled a 'trash,' unable to cultivate or focus my energy in battle, your family has cast me aside."

"So here and now, I declare that I, Wang Yufei, am no longer part of your family." Shaofeng and his cronies couldn't contain their glee, clapping and cheering in response.

"Wang Yufei, remember your words. From this moment, you're no longer our family's burden. If you survive a week, then I'll gladly kneel and apologize to you before the entire sect." Shaofeng's message was crystal clear.