dognovel Chapter 364 Manager Li
Chapter 364 Manager Li
Yun Chen's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.
He leaned forward slightly, and the coldness in his eyes made the scarred man shudder subconsciously.
The scarred man roared fiercely, "Boy, don't be so shameless! Do you really think I dare not touch you?"
As he said that, he suddenly swung his fist towards Yun Chen's face.
This punch was delivered with some brute force, but without any pattern. It was obvious that it was a wild move without any proper training.
Yun Chen curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and easily dodged by turning sideways. At the same time, he raised his hand to grab the scarred man's wrist and twisted it gently according to his strength.
There was a crisp "crack" sound, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream from the scarred man, and his wrist was twisted in the opposite direction.
"Brother!" Seeing this, several black-robed monks behind him immediately drew out their long swords and were about to step forward.
Yun Chen's eyes flashed, and he kicked the scarred man away, who hit the wall and passed out.
He picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at the monk in front.
The moment the teacup broke, the scalding hot tea splashed all over the monk's face, causing him to scream in pain.
Seeing this, the remaining few people were so frightened that they dared not move forward.
They are just relying on the name of the Palace of Divine Thunder to bully others. Where have they ever seen such a capable fighter?
"Get out!" Yun Chen shouted in a low voice. His voice was not loud, but it made several people feel as if they had been pardoned. They crawled and helped the scarred man up and ran out of the teahouse.
"and many more!"
Yun Chen shouted.
"What else do you want to do?!" Several people stopped and stared at him warily.
"You are pretending to be disciples of the Divine Thunder Palace and acting arrogantly. Does the Divine Thunder Palace know about this?" Yun Chen suddenly asked.
Originally, he was too lazy to care about the affairs of the Divine Thunder Palace. He came down the mountain this time mainly to investigate the Japanese monks.
But since he had met them, he didn't mind taking care of them at the same time.
After all, I am now considered a disciple of the Divine Thunder Palace, right?
"This...we're not pretending."
Several people looked at each other, and after hesitating for a moment, one of the strong men said with a brave face: "We are indeed disciples of the Divine Thunder Palace."
"Hmm?" Yun Chen couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
The man was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
Normally, small towns like this are populated by ordinary people or low-level cultivators, who are used to being bullied by others because of their status.
So just now I took it for granted that Yun Chen was just an ordinary cultivator, so I didn't take him seriously.
But now... I dare not lie.
"It's true. We are menial disciples of the Divine Thunder Palace. We usually have very few resources for cultivation, so we have no choice but to exploit those who come and go. I didn't... I didn't expect..."
"Snapped!"
Before he could finish his words, Yun Chen slapped the table.
The entire table exploded, scattering wood fragments.
The surrounding shop owners fled in panic, and some even fell to the ground.
Yun Chen's eyes were cold and a strong murderous intent erupted from his body.
"So you're using the name of the Divine Thunder Palace to bully the weak?"
"No...no, we were actually forced to do this."
Seeing this, the man with the scar spoke quickly, fearing that Yun Chen would be unhappy and kill them all.
After all, in this world... the strong prey on the weak and the strong are respected.
Even if Yun Chen really killed them, the Shenlei Palace would not waste time on a few menial disciples. Their deaths would be in vain.
"Forced?"
Yun Chen took a step forward. The pressure from the air around him made several of the errand disciples tremble uncontrollably. "Who forced you to do this?"
The scarred man clutched his wrist, grimacing in pain, yet he didn't dare hide a word. "It's...it's Steward Li from the Outer Sect! He said if we don't pay ten low-grade spirit stones a month, he'll kick us out of the Divine Thunder Palace! Menial disciples like us have low cultivation levels and can't earn spirit stones at all, so we can only...only resort to this last resort."
"Manager Li?"
Yun Chen's eyes couldn't help but darken.
He had never imagined that such a dignified Taoist sect could still have such exploitation between the upper and lower classes.
This kind of thing exists in the secular world, and it also exists in the secret realm of practicing Dharma.
"Really? We wouldn't dare lie to you!" Another tall and thin monk quickly added, "It's not just us. There are also several menial disciples doing this kind of thing in other towns. We were all forced to do it by Steward Li!"
Yun Chen was silent for a moment, and the murderous intent in his heart disappeared in an instant.
He originally wanted to kill these scum directly, but when he heard the word "forced", he felt that things were not that simple.
These menial disciples were certainly at fault, but the root cause was Manager Li, who was behind the scenes.
"Hand over all your tokens." Yun Chen said coldly.
The few of them did not dare to hesitate and quickly took out the black iron token and placed it on the ground.
Yun Chen took a glance and saw that the token was indeed engraved with the words "Servant of the Divine Thunder Palace" as well as their respective names and numbers.
"Go and call Steward Li over here."
Upon hearing this, several people looked at each other in surprise.
They are just menial disciples, how could they possibly order Manager Li around?
And you called people here?
Even if they had the courage, they wouldn't dare.
"This... We are of humble status, and I'm afraid Manager Li won't come with us."
The scarred man no longer had the arrogance he had before and smiled awkwardly at Yun Chen.
Yun Chen casually took out a token from his body and threw it at the scarred man.
"Take this with you. If he doesn't come, I'll go and invite him myself."
The scarred man subconsciously caught the token, and when he saw the patterns on it clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.
It was a purple and gold token, with intricate thunder patterns engraved on the front and two seal characters "personally taught" printed on the back. It was the proof of identity as a direct disciple of the Divine Thunder Palace!
He instantly fell to his knees with a thud, and several other errand disciples followed suit, their faces pale. "I was blind and didn't realize you were here. Please forgive me, sir!"
The few people who had been so arrogant just now because of their status as menial servants now didn't even dare to raise their heads.
The status of the direct disciples of the Divine Thunder Palace is such that not only the outer sect managers but even the core disciples have to be respectful. Do you want to kill them?
The kind that can make them disappear completely with just a snap of your fingers, and you don't have to take any responsibility.
"Stop talking nonsense, take the token and call someone." Yun Chen's tone was cold, without any sign of softening.
The scarred man didn't dare to delay. He endured the severe pain in his wrist, got up, grabbed the token and ran out. His speed was even faster than when he was escaping just now.
The remaining few people knelt there trembling in fear, not even daring to breathe.
The monks in the teahouse were all surprised when they saw this scene.
It turns out that this young cultivator is actually a direct disciple of the Divine Thunder Palace. No wonder he is so domineering.
About half an hour later, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and the scarred man led a middle-aged monk in a green brocade robe into the teahouse.
The monk was slightly overweight. Seeing Yun Chen, he immediately bowed and saluted. "Li Kun, the outer sect manager, greets you, sir! I wonder what you want me to do?"
His eyes quickly swept over the kneeling errand disciples and the scattered tokens. He had already guessed something in his mind, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.