boyutpedia Chapter 232 Don’t bully young people into poverty
Chapter 232 Don’t bully young people into poverty
Chu Feng stood under the throne, his eyes flashing with determination and expectation.
However, in the next moment, he suddenly knelt on his knees and knelt in front of the palace master with an extremely pious attitude.
This action seemed like an invisible force, driving the monks to kneel on the ground one after another, and the entire hall was instantly filled with people kneeling on the ground.
Chu Feng raised his head and looked directly at the Palace Master on the throne. His voice was filled with endless respect. "Please accept us, Palace Master. I, Chu, will serve you wholeheartedly, even if it means going through fire and water."
Every word was powerful and full of his determination.
The monks behind him also echoed, saying in unison: "And us, please accept it, Palace Master!"
Their voices merged into a torrent, echoing in the hall.
The Palace Master still sat firmly on the throne with an indifferent expression. Manzhu, who was standing beside him, looked at the kneeling Chu Feng.
A hint of smug joy flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "Fellow Daoist, are you kneeling to me too? It seems that you are very determined."
However, the Palace Master's voice was as cold as ice: "Each of you will pay 10,000 high-grade purple gold spirit stones as the registration fee, and you will officially become a magic cultivator of my Shadow Academy."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.
Chu Feng looked troubled upon hearing this.
Where does he get the spirit stones?
After practicing at Lingshan Academy for more than half a year, he had never even seen what a spirit stone looked like.
Not to mention owning ten thousand high-grade purple gold spirit stones.
Seeing this, the Palace Master frowned slightly, and said with a hint of displeasure in his voice: "Daoyou, you can't afford ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, right?"
Chu Feng lowered his head even lower and kowtowed three times on the cold, hard stone ground.
There was a hint of timidity in his voice: "Palace Master... I... I can't even take out a single spirit stone.
Please, Palace Master, be merciful and give me a chance."
His tone was full of pleading and helplessness, which made people feel pity.
The Palace Master waved his hand, his face full of indifference and disdain, and directly rejected Chu Feng's request.
"Go back to where you came from!"
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Manzhu who was standing beside her, her eyes full of doubt and confusion, and asked: "Manzhu, what do you want a man like this who has no money and no power?
He can't even come up with 10,000 spirit stones, so do you have to support him all the time?"
Upon hearing this, Manzhu moved her lips, as if she wanted to make some excuses, but in the end it just turned into a helpless sigh.
She said sternly, "Did you hear that? The Palace Master has spoken, so you should go back to where you came from!
If you can't even come up with 10,000 spirit stones, you're unworthy of being a cultivator!"
However, Chu Feng and the others were still kneeling on the ground, refusing to stand up.
Seeing this, the palace master's face became even gloomier. She stood up suddenly and raised her head. The black feathers on her high bun swayed gently with her movements, exuding a fascinating aura.
Her voice became cold-blooded and ruthless: "Why don't you leave quickly?
If you are any later, I will let you all die here!"
After she finished speaking, her eyes were like knives, glaring fiercely at Chu Feng and the others, as if she wanted to cut them into pieces.
The thirty cultivators behind Chu Feng stood up at once after hearing the Palace Master's order to leave, their faces filled with displeasure and indignation.
One of the cultivators even tightly grasped Chu Feng's arm, his eyes flashing with unwillingness and stubbornness, and whispered, "Your Majesty, let's go!"
Upon hearing this, the Palace Master sneered, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
"Your Majesty? With your humble cultivation, you dare to call yourself Your Majesty?
You are just a young man with no money and no power! If it weren't for Manzhu's special affection for you,
I have already taken your life! Why don't you leave immediately and stop being an eyesore here! "
Chu Feng's body trembled slightly when he heard this. He slowly stood up, his eyes moving back and forth between the Palace Master and Manzhu.
He cast a pleading look at Manzhu, but Manzhu just stood there quietly, silent, as if she didn't see his plea for help.
Chu Feng's heart sank, he bit his lip, and swore to himself: "Don't bully the poor young man! Today's humiliation,
I, Chu Feng, will keep this in mind and will repay you a hundredfold one day!"
A moment later, Chu Feng and a group of cultivators flashed and turned into black mist, disappearing from the sight of the Palace Master and Manzhu like ghosts.
"Palace Master, why did you chase him away?"
Manzhu stamped her feet and asked with a coquettish look on her face.
The Palace Master sighed softly, looking at Manzhu's slightly willful appearance with a gentle gaze, and explained: "If he says a few nice words, I will let him become a magic cultivator of the Shadow Academy and enjoy our resources?
Do you think he will cherish such an opportunity that comes so easily?"
“Then…what if he leaves and never comes back?
It's so hard for me to find someone like him...who interests me and makes me happy."
There was a hint of trembling in Manzhu's voice. She lowered her head and helplessly tugged at the corner of her clothes with her hands.
The Palace Master raised his eyebrows slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "I don't think he's that great, he just knows how to say a few words to please people."
There was a hint of disdain in her words.
However, the Palace Master's eyes turned serious as the subject changed.
She looked at Manzhu and said earnestly, "Manzhu, you know that all men in the world are the same. He will not love you alone.
You... just play around, don't get serious.
Otherwise, you will be the only one who gets hurt in the end."
……
In Xiaoyao Palace, Chu Feng led a group of cultivators to practice diligently.
The palace is filled with exotic flowers and plants, each of which exudes a rich and mysterious magical aura, as if you are in a magical world.
Chu Feng was surrounded by gorgeous flowers, his eyes fixed on the red spider lilies around him, and he muttered to himself, "What a great Palace Master of Piaomiao Palace! If you let me go, will I leave?"
He clenched his fists, his eyes revealing determination, "Manzhu, since you have given me this Xiaoyao Palace to live in, I will naturally stay here for a long time."
And those monks were either sitting or standing, in different postures.
Some of them closed their eyes and practiced, immersed in the nourishment of demonic energy.
Some looked around, greedily absorbing the surrounding demonic energy, with satisfaction on their faces.
One of the monks jokingly asked, "Your Majesty, how did you discover such a precious place?"
Another person teased, "Your Majesty, are you waiting here for the beautiful lady Manzhu?
If she comes, you can't keep her to yourself. When you get tired of her, let us have a taste of her too."
Chu Feng listened from the side, his brows furrowed as he sternly said, "What are you playing at? I've only known her for a few hours, and she's poisonous. Playing with her? Isn't that courting death?"
He swallowed and continued, "For something like this, she should be begging me to do it. If I force her to do it, then the fun will be gone."