This remark immediately made Young Master Lei's eyes widen.

The plot was all wrong.

Logically, he should have first engaged them in righteous debate, then these bullies should have sneered and provoked him, making him unable to bear it and lead the crowd to beat them up.

Then, he would achieve victory against superior odds, beat them soundly, leaving them stunned, begging for mercy, while the surrounding extras would exclaim in awe, maximizing his sense of self-satisfaction and reaping the benefits of cultivation time. It would be a win-win situation.

But what was this situation before him?

Why were the "bullies" on the other side so terrified? Why were the "victims of bullying and oppression" around him all eager for a fight?

Who were the real bullies?

The shout from one person immediately attracted the attention of the other Nascent Soul disciples. They huddled together, assuming a defensive posture.

The young man at the head of the group... ah, the one who had just shouted, stared at the thousand-plus people before him, forcing himself to gather courage and speak in a voice he thought was intimidating.

"Qian Duoduo, what... what are you doing? Are you still planning to act recklessly? If you dare to hit us..."

"We'll tell the Sect Master to deal with you!"

If you hit me, I'll tell the teacher.

Listen to that, how cowardly.

Facing such a timid opponent, Young Master Lei suddenly lost some interest.

"Qian Duoduo."

Young Master Lei's voice suddenly turned cold.

"What's up, Brother Lei?"

"What exactly is going on here?"

"Isn't it obvious? The bullies are putting up a desperate struggle and are unrepentant. Not only do they refuse to surrender, but they dare to threaten us. We should eliminate them all and rid the people of this menace."

"..." Young Master Lei.

For the first time, he realized that Qian Duoduo could also be this shameless.

"Speak properly."

Wan Lei glanced at Qian Duoduo sideways, his anger already brewing.

"It's like this,"

Qian Duoduo looked somewhat ashamed and embarrassed.

"For the past two years, we cultivated according to the sect's scheduled time. It wasn't until I reached the Nascent Soul realm that there were Legacy Disciples in the Nascent Soul realm. When these people heard about it, they came to challenge us."

"What kind of challenge?"

"They tricked us. They said we should send five people, and they would send three. We would fight in the arena, and whoever lost would have to give their cultivation time to the other side. At that time, I was proud and arrogant, and Ba Ernu and He Shibai were also watching. How could I back down? I immediately agreed to fight them."

"What bad things are you saying about us?"

From behind, Ba Ernu's voice could be heard. She had arrived with He Shibai and two others.

If you don't watch the fun, you're a bastard.

"N-nothing... nothing."

"And then?"

Wan Lei asked impatiently.

"Then we lost and gave them our cultivation time. A written agreement was made, which was fair and valid. Since then, Nascent Soul disciples have had no cultivation time."

"What happened later?"

"I was furious, so I took over a thousand people and beat them up."

"Haha..."

Young Master Lei chuckled, but felt it was inappropriate to laugh at this moment and quickly suppressed it.

No wonder these people were so scared; they had been beaten before.

"That's not right. Didn't you just say that Nascent Soul disciples have one and a half hours of cultivation time?"

"Uh... before the Core Formation disciples had two hours, but now they only have half an hour..."

Cold sweat broke out on Qian Duoduo's forehead. This matter was too embarrassing.

"Good for you, Qian Duoduo. So much potential, you've learned to bully your fellow disciples."

"It... it was they who bullied us first."

"Alright, how do we resolve this now?"

"A group fight is definitely not an option. After the last group fight, we were all punished by the sect."

As Qian Duoduo spoke, his eyes kept glancing at Wan Lei.

It was obvious that this matter could only be resolved by Wan Lei taking action.

Young Master Lei sighed, his aura surged, and he was about to speak when the voice of the little yellow dog suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Idiot, why are you bursting with power? Does anyone not know how awesome you, Wan Lei, are now? Who would dare to gamble with you? Do you know what 'playing the pig to eat the tiger' means? First, show weakness, act cowardly, make them think you're scared, then pretend to bite the bullet and speak harshly, and then act as if you lack confidence. Yes, just like that naive kid. Only then will they fall for it and gamble with you. You don't even understand these tricks; are you really Wan Qingyi's descendant? Did you really get the inheritance from those Immortals for nothing? When they trick people, it's always a combination of moves, a group of people acting together. Idiot, perform well, let me see your acting skills."

Young Master Lei's heart trembled. He realized he had almost made a mistake, and thankfully the dog reminded him in time.

Thus, Young Master Lei put on an act of righteous indignation, like a naive youngster, and shouted at the people on the steps,

"You... you're going too far! How can you cheat us Nascent Soul disciples out of our cultivation time? How are we supposed to cultivate?"

"Who the hell are you? Is it your place to speak? Let Qian Duoduo speak."

"I... I am a newly promoted direct disciple, Qian Duoduo's cousin, Qian Shaoshao. You can't bully us like this. Hurry up and return our cultivation time, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, I'll report you to the Sect Master... no, no, my imposing manner must not falter. I... I'll beat you up!"

Young Master Lei "forced" himself to gather courage, acting like a fearless calf.

Qian Duoduo looked at Wan Lei in surprise, not quite understanding his intention.

"Oh, you little thing, you think you can beat us? How old are you? Has your hair even grown in?"

As the leading youth spoke, his eyes remained cautious.

"I'm twenty-one years old, beating you up is easy."

Wan Lei's aura was strong, but he took a step back, appearing a bit timid.

"Oh, twenty-one, is it? You step back. We won't bully you. Let your brother come and fight us."

"To beat you, there's no need for my brother to make a move. If you have the guts... if you have the guts, do it one-on-one. Whoever backs down is a coward."

Wan Lei tapped his storage bag, took out a large saber, and began to swing it.

Even if Qian Duoduo was slow-witted, he understood now and quickly pulled Wan Lei back.

"Shaoshao, don't be rash. Let me handle this. We have numbers; why should we fight him one-on-one? Let's just rush them."

"No, I can't stand it. I want to fight him one-on-one."

Wan Lei "desperately" charged forward, while Qian Duoduo "desperately" held him back.

"Don't stop me, they're all cowards. Whoever backs down is a coward!"

"I think this young brother is right. A one-on-one fight is the fairest. If you gang up on us, people might think the Yin Yang Sect are all such barbaric people. How about this: just like last time, we send three people, and you send five people for a match?"

Seeing that the other side wanted a one-on-one fight and not a thousand people ganging up, the Nascent Soul disciples immediately became more assertive.

"Alright, who's afraid of whom!"