Chapter 173: Yang Xuan, Damn You!

Ordinary people catching pigs would use sacks, wooden sticks, and the like. Hearing that the other party was helping him advance and actually using such things, Zhuang Xian felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his chest, the flesh on his face twitching nonstop.

If it weren't for his cultivation as a renowned teacher, he would have exploded long ago.

When he gave guidance to others, it was usually in a few ways: improving cultivation techniques, finding errors in practice, taking various elixirs... But this guy, a sack...

Sack your sister!

I want to break through; what use is a sack?

Others take elixirs; do I eat the sack?

And calling a few guards... all holding sticks...

Using combat to stimulate potential through force is a method of breakthrough, but... the guards in your courtyard are too weak!

I am at the peak of the Tongxuan realm. Even if such people held swords or blades, they would have no effect on me.

"Yes..."

Hearing the order, Sun Qiang scratched his head and walked out.

He had been with the master for some time and knew his actions were often unexpected, but even he was completely baffled, unable to understand.

What was the master up to?

However, since the master arranged it this way, he must have his plans; he just needed to follow orders.

Before long, he found seven or eight guards, each holding long sticks, and to be safe, he even prepared four whole sacks.

"Master!"

The men came forward and bowed simultaneously.

"This Teacher Zhuang wants to break through and hopes to have your help." Zhang Xuan nodded.

"It is our honor to help a renowned teacher..."

The guards were first stunned, then overjoyed.

When Sun Qiang called them over, he also said these were renowned teachers. Normally, with their strength, they couldn't even meet such people, let alone help them. The excitement in their hearts was imaginable.

If this Teacher Zhuang truly succeeded in breaking through and remembered them, wouldn't wealth and honor come easily?

This was a favor from a renowned teacher...

Something hard to buy even with a thousand gold.

"Glad to help!" Satisfied, Zhang Xuan nodded and turned to Liu Ling: "I may need to trouble Teacher Liu to seal Teacher Zhuang's acupoints so he cannot move."

"Seal the acupoints?" Zhuang Xian frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Sealing the acupoints and meridians would render a person immobile. Wasn't he supposed to help him break through? If these were sealed, true qi couldn't circulate; how could he cultivate?

The others were also full of doubt.

"If you want to break through, don't worry and just follow my arrangements."

Waving his hand, Zhang Xuan looked over with a firm gaze.

Seeing that look, Sun Qiang on the side couldn't help but shiver involuntarily.

It seemed... last time when he was sent to smash Ling Tianyu's stone lion, it was that same look... He trusted him, and ended up nearly beaten to death.

No doubt, if this Teacher Zhuang really believed him, he was bound to be unlucky.

His master was someone who could ruin people without paying compensation...

"I..." Zhuang Xian wanted to say something more, but saw Zhang Xuan across from him looking over calmly: "If you don't want to break through, forget it. I can't be bothered to waste effort."

Having said that, he continued drinking tea, as quiet as a painting.

"Fine, whatever you say goes."

Seeing the other party's attitude—clearly, if he didn't agree, it was over—Zhuang Xian gritted his teeth and turned to Liu Ling: "Brother Liu, I'll trouble you."

Trying to make me back down? Dream on!

Let's see how you actually help me break through. If you fail, I'll make you pay...

"Alright."

Also skeptical of this 'fraud,' Liu Ling nodded and stepped forward. With a sweep of his hand, true qi shot through his fingers, landing on Zhuang Xian, sealing all his major acupoints.

"Done." After sealing the acupoints, Zhuang Xian could no longer move. Liu Ling then looked over.

"Mm."

Zhang Xuan checked and nodded.

This Teacher Liu had not cut corners; he had indeed sealed all the acupoints on the other's body.

"In a moment, no matter what happens, please don't intervene, both of you."

Having done this, Zhang Xuan looked at Liu Ling and Zheng Fei.

"Alright."

The two didn't know what he was up to, but nodded in agreement.

"Let's begin!"

Smiling lightly, Zhang Xuan said no more. He casually took the sack Sun Qiang handed him, stepped up to Zhuang Xian, and slipped it over his head.

"What are you doing?"

With his acupoints sealed, Zhuang Xian was still wondering how the other would help him break through. Seeing the sack coming over, he nearly spat blood and fainted.

I am a renowned teacher, a man of status. Explain yourself... What's with the sack?

Ignoring his clamor, Zhang Xuan looked at the guards: "It's your turn. Don't you want to help Teacher Zhuang break through? Begin. Use your sticks and beat him hard, beat him fiercely!"

"Huh?"

The guards, who had been fantasizing about earning the gratitude of a renowned teacher, staggered at these words and simultaneously burst into tears.

Master, are you serious?

Beat a renowned teacher?

What about the promised help? What about the gratitude?

We still felt life was beautiful and wanted to live a bit longer, not die young...

"What? Still not making a move? Don't worry, his head is covered with a sack, he can't see, he won't know who hit him." Zhang Xuan hesitated for a moment: "If you're still not reassured, how about... putting a few more sacks on him? That way, he'll definitely not see..."

"..."

If he hadn't tried to comfort them, it might have been fine, but hearing this, the crowd cried even harder.

When they came just now, they saw clearly; even if they covered his head with a sack now, what use was it?

He wasn't deaf; they spoke so loudly, he heard everything clearly, and... this wasn't about putting on a few more sacks, okay?

No matter how many sacks, he'd still know it was us who did it...

Not only these people wanted to cry, but Liu Ling and Zheng Fei on the side were also twitching at the corners of their mouths, exchanging glances.

You're not helping him break through... but rather, you think we suspect you, and you want revenge, right?

Never heard of someone breaking through with a sack over their head, getting beaten with clubs by a group.

However, since they had already agreed not to intervene, it was hard to speak up. They sat on the side, their faces turning green from holding back, and finally remained silent.

"Still not moving? This is Master Zhuang's agreement. If you delay his breakthrough, can you bear the responsibility?" Zhang Xuan frowned.

Since they wouldn't listen to reason, he had to get angry.

"Yes..."

The guards' faces turned bitter.

They thought helping a master teacher would be a great honor, never dreamed it would turn out like this... But the master was also a master teacher, they dared not refuse, so they gritted their teeth together.

"Let's go!"

Death was death anyway, nothing to agonize over. Once they accepted it, it was just that.

Approaching, the guards raised their wooden clubs and swung fiercely at Master Zhuang under the sack.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Zhuang Xian's acupoints were sealed, but his ears weren't deaf. He heard the conversation, felt the rain of clubs falling, and his mind went dizzy; he felt like he was going crazy.

Yang Xuan, you bastard!

You're not helping me break through at all; you're deliberately messing with me...

The more he thought, the angrier he got. A surge of rage welled up, making him feel like he was burning.

Since becoming a master teacher decades ago, where had he ever suffered such humiliation—being beaten with a sack over his head?

It was a utter disgrace!

If the people beating him were strong, it might be one thing, but they were just ordinary guards in the courtyard, with cultivation at only the third or fourth level of martial arts...

Most importantly... all his acupoints were sealed, true qi couldn't flow, he couldn't heal or defend himself. The clubs fell on his body, and he had to endure the pain with just his physical body—it was indescribably painful.

Just as he was burning with rage and about to go mad, he heard "Yang Xuan's" voice again from outside the sack.

"You're hitting the wrong spot. Hey, yes, right there..."

Before Zhuang Xian could react, he felt a sting on his face and a burning sensation on his head. Several wooden clubs had already swung at his face and head.

Just now it was only pain on his body, but now they were hitting his head directly.

"Damn it..."

Feeling his mouth instantly swell from the beating, Zhuang Xian wanted to cry but had no tears.

I was too idle, knowing he was a fake, yet I still sought his guidance for a breakthrough. Wasn't I asking for death...

Just as he was about to curse loudly, the conversation outside started again.

"Master, how long should we beat him?"

A guard couldn't help asking.

They couldn't just keep beating him like this; there had to be a time limit.

"Time? Let me think... How about this!" "Yang Xuan's" voice hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Beat him until he dies..."

"Beat him to death? You..."

Zhuang Xian went mad.

I came to break through, not to commit suicide. You're having the guards beat me to death... Yang Xuan, I'll never be reconciled with you. If I don't kill you today, I won't be named Zhuang...

Screaming in his heart, Zhuang Xian no longer bothered to curse. Enduring the intense pain, he mobilized all his true qi and charged at the sealed acupoints.

If he didn't break through the acupoints and regain freedom, he might really die here today...

You're not helping me break through; you're trying to silence me...

The more he thought, the angrier he got. The powerful rage accumulated more and more, like piled sand gradually forming a hill.

"Put some strength into it! Haven't you eaten?"

The shouting continued from outside the sack.

Zhuang Xian's eyelids twitched. The pain on his body and the humiliation in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Boom!

After who knows how long, the sealed acupoints all over his body finally burst open under his frenzied assault. He shook his arms and tore the sack off his head.

Crack! Crack!

The wooden clubs in the guards' hands were also shattered into several pieces, falling to the ground.

"Yang Xuan, I'll fuck your grandpa..."

With a roar, Zhuang Xian hurriedly looked for the instigator Zhang Xuan, only to see this "fake master teacher" sitting in his seat, calmly sipping tea, his expression indifferent, looking over with an unruffled air, and speaking elegantly: "Master Zhuang, mind your status. As a master teacher, how can you curse?"

"Curse? I'll kill you..." Zhuang Xian grew even angrier, roaring as he prepared to charge over.

Try being beaten with a sack over your head.

Status? Status my ass!

If I don't beat you to death, I won't be called a master teacher...

"Take a look at your cultivation before deciding whether to kill me..."

Unfazed by his fury, Zhang Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"Cultivation?" Zhuang Xian was taken aback, then looked at himself. Upon seeing, his pupils involuntarily contracted: "This... how is this possible?"