Chapter 12 The weak will be beaten

The second senior brother in purple collar and white clothes stood in front of Nanwang's table against the sunlight.

The red-grey pupils looked down at the saliva at the corner of Nan Wang's mouth, and opened his thin lips slightly, uttering:

“A rotten tree cannot be carved.”

Then, he waved his sleeves and left.

The outer disciples in the room stared at each other, unable to recover for a long time.

Second Brother, you ran away in the middle of the class?

...was he run away because of the rotten wood?

When Nan Wang was pulled up from the table, his face was full of sleepiness and he was in a state of half sleep and half wakefulness.

However, this state did not last long.

After he faced the anger of his fellow disciples and received a powerful punch, he came to his senses completely.

Looking at the sandbag-sized fist in front of him, Nan Wang made a very puzzled sound—

"ah???"

His fellow disciples didn't listen to him at all and continued to punch and kick him.

"No, wait, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, wait, help!"

Nanwang begged for mercy repeatedly.

The pain is secondary, the main point is——

Why?

Why beat him?

Do immortal cultivation sects also engage in campus bullying?

Without giving Nanwang any time to think or repent, more fists were thrown at him.

All the disciples present had higher cultivation levels than Nanwang, and beating Nanwang was like beating his grandson.

Nan Wang had no chance to fight back and could only passively take the beating the whole time.

This may not be the most painful beating Nan Wang has ever received in his life, but it is definitely the most inexplicable beating he has ever received in his life.

"I told you to sleep, sleep, sleep!"

"Second Brother comes here once in a while, but you pissed him off!"

"What kind of immortal is this useless idiot?"

"Where did this stranger come from? He doesn't know the rules!"

"A child cannot be taught, and a rotten tree cannot be carved!"

"Bah!"

This one-sided fight caused by public outrage finally came to an end when it was stopped by an outer sect elder who was passing by.

As the sun set, Nanwang, with a bruised face and nose, finally limped to his residence and spoke incoherently to An Nuo, who was lying on a mat reading a book:

"Nuo, Nuo Nuo, I'm fat, fat..."

An Nuo: “???”

Wasn't it supposed to be a magic class? Was it temporarily changed to a boxing class?

"Woo woo woo—

"Second Senior Brother left. They said that I pissed him off, so they kicked me out. They were too much. I wasn't the only one who fell asleep. Woohoo, they saw that my cultivation was low and I came in through the back door, so they blamed me..."

Nan Wang sat cross-legged to meditate and heal his injuries while crying and complaining to Annuo.

An Nuo: “Chichichi! Chichichichi!!”

Stop talking nonsense and just meditate!

Knowing that you are weak and being bullied, why don't you work hard to improve your cultivation?!

Isn't it enough to be so strong that no one can beat you?

"It's easier said than done..."

Nanwang finished his meditation, stood up from the cushion, rubbed his numb calves, and sighed:

"Look at those geniuses. Improving their cultivation is as easy as eating and drinking. Look at me again. I meditate a lot and practice martial arts a lot, but has my cultivation level ever been affected? Not at all!"

An Nuo: “Ji…”

Actually, it’s not your fault. The less talented a person is, the more spiritual energy and natural treasures he needs to improve his cultivation.

“Chichichi.”

According to your talent, the fastest way to reach the fifth level of body refining is to soak in a medicinal bath for a month. It is even more impossible to refine qi, and you will need to at least eat a whole bottle of high-quality elixir.

In fact, An Nuo had been watching Nan Wang's practice for so many years.

To be fair, Nanwang has really tried his best and has done everything he can.

It wasn't entirely his fault that he fell asleep in the magic class. Magic was something that required more talent than improving one's cultivation. Even if Nanwang worked hard day and night to study, he still couldn't learn magic that was beyond his ability. He might even go astray because of his obsession.

It's a talent, it can't be forced.

"That's right! I really have tried my best!" Nanwang said: "It's not my fault that this body has no talent, that's original..."

Nan Wang stopped talking halfway through his words.

He had never mentioned the time travel even in front of An Nuo.

There is no such thing as time travel in the world of cultivating immortals. To outsiders, his situation is called giving up and being reborn.

To seize and be reborn is something that only the most vicious members of the evil cult would do. Once exposed, his end would surely be horrible.

In the original novel, the heroine Bai Futu's abandonment and seizure of the body was patched up by the author in the later stages of the story, saying that abandonment and seizure of the body did not mean that she killed the original owner to seize the body, but that she made a deal with the original owner and fulfilled the original owner's dying wish, making the original owner willingly give his body to her.

This explanation barely calmed the criticism of the heroine in the immortal cultivation world.

Be it time travel, possession, or knowing the original novel's plot, Nan Wang carries too many secrets, and An Nuo is the fairy beast of Qingyun Sect. Nan Wang really dare not tell An Nuo about his past. Rather than worrying about An Nuo betraying him, he is more worried that these secrets will bring disaster to An Nuo.

Although he had given An Nuo a name, which meant that he had registered An Nuo under his name, he knew his limits and would not formally sign a spirit beast contract with An Nuo. As long as there was no clear contract, An Nuo would not be considered his spirit beast. If something happened to him one day, An Nuo would not be implicated.

Nanwang changed the subject abruptly:

"Oh, if only I was born into a family of immortal cultivators. After all, I am also a cultivator with three spiritual roots. If I could have the help of family resources, at least I wouldn't be stuck in the body refining stage..."

Annuo said mercilessly:

“Chichichi!”

You have a nice idea. The competition among immortal cultivation families is very fierce. Among a generation of young people, only the most talented one can get family resources. A mediocre descendant like you may not even be qualified to cultivate immortality!

"Indeed..."

Nanwang sighed and said sadly:

"People still have to accept their fate. If you don't have the diamond, what's the point of doing porcelain work? Instead of wasting time, it's better to farm. Oh, by the way, the onions I planted should be ripe soon. I'll go to the mortal world to get some chicken and duck offal. This stuff is delicious when fried."

An Nuo: “Ji.”

OK.

"But stir-fried chicken is best when it's spicy. You probably can't handle spicy food, so I'll make you some carrot cakes. Rabbits love carrot cakes."

An Nuo tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Ji?"

All? Where are the bunnies?

Nanwangsi didn't realize the problem at all, and said frankly: "The rabbits on the street also like to eat it."

The next second, he covered his mouth.

However, once words are spoken, they are like spilled water. It is too late to take them back.

A dangerous light flashed in Annuo's eyes. He raised his claws, stretched out his nails, aimed at Nanwang's handsome face, and struck with precision!

“Chichichi!”

How dare you raise another rabbit outside!!

"No, no, no, I'm wrong, I didn't do that, I really didn't, I just fed it casually... No, no, no, I will never feed it again, please spare me, wuwu..."

Nanwang wanted to cry but had no tears.

After getting beaten outside, he got beaten again when he got home. How miserable he is!