World of Cultivation

Chapter 232

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Chapter 232: Big Brother’s Style

Without hesitation, the two dropped to one knee and called out "Big Brother!"

Ye Yun froze. Though these two clowns had looked serious about declaring him their leader, he’d only suggested it casually. He never expected them to kneel so quickly.

"You idiots kneel way too smoothly. Do you practice this daily?" Ye Yun frowned.

They jumped up. "No way! We only kneel for parents and our Big Brother – not even heaven or earth!"

"Why not kneel to heaven and earth?" White Xianxing asked curiously.

"What’s the point?" The thin one crossed his arms. "They’ve existed forever whether we kneel or not. No need to humble ourselves."

"Right! Only parents who raised us deserve kneeling. We don’t even kneel to Grandpa – he didn’t birth us," the fat one added.

"Then why kneel to a Big Brother?" White Xianxing pressed.

"Big Brother’s like our second parents!" they chorused.

Ye Yun and White Xianxing exchanged looks. These fools’ logic left them completely speechless.

"Fine. If you’re my underlings, act like it." Ye Yun waved dismissively.

"We know the drill! East when you say east, west when you say west!" The fat one bobbed his head eagerly.

"Starting today, no more ‘borrowing’ from the Trading Market. Train properly. If your cultivation level stays low, get lost. I won’t keep embarrassing underlings." Ye Yun glared.

The Fat and Thin Brothers exchanged glances and nodded.

"Wait – what are your names? Can’t keep calling you Fat and Thin."

"Names? I’m Shi Zhengyi, he’s Shi Zhengdao! Cool names, right? Justice and Righteous Path!" The fat one puffed his chest.

Ye Yun nearly spat out. These troublemakers had such proper names, completely mismatched with their behavior. Even worse, their Elder Shi was notoriously scheming – nothing "just" about him.

"Too formal. I’ll stick with Fat and Thin."

"Whatever Big Brother wants!" They stood behind him, grinning proudly.

"Need help shopping, Big Brother?" The thin one thumped his chest so hard it looked like he might break a rib.

Ye Yun shook his head. Nothing here interested him anymore. He turned to leave.

The brothers trailed behind like ducklings.

"Why follow me? Shouldn’t you be training?" Ye Yun snapped.

"We can’t leave unless you order it! Big Brothers should act important! Leading us is an honor earned through lifetimes!" The fat one looked offended.

"Those inner sect guys have whole gangs following their leaders! You need more swagger!" The thin one nodded.

"And stop being nice! Bosses need to be tough!"

"Enough!" Ye Yun barked. "I’m training now. Get lost before you embarrass me further. If I catch you slacking off instead of cultivating, I’ll break your legs!"

The brothers laughed heartily. "Now that’s a proper Big Brother!"

They bowed and vanished into the crowd.

Watching them depart, Ye Yun finally relaxed.

White Xianxing approached with a smile and said, "Congratulations, Brother Ye, on gaining two followers."

Ye Yun glanced sideways at him. "What? Want some for yourself? I’ll let you have them."

White Xianxing waved his hands hastily. "Impossible! Those two troublemakers have Elder Shi backing them. He’s Chen Tianyun’s Master, already at late Foundation Establishment Stage. He helps the Sect Leader manage Heavenly Sword Sect – far too influential. I wouldn’t dare take them."

Disciples peeked out from around them, faces showing envy, jealousy, amusement, or confusion.

The Fat and Thin Brothers were notorious in the Trading Market as local bullies. Though never crossing serious lines, their fearless troublemaking went unchecked due to being Elder Shi’s grandsons. People avoided rather than confronted them.

By foolishly taking these clowns as followers, Ye Yun would face Elder Shi’s wrath sooner or later.

"You…you’re Ye Yun?"

A white-clad disciple stepped forward, frowning.

Ye Yun nodded. "Do we know each other?"

"I know of you. Months ago, you were merely at Body Refinement Fourth Level. After passing the outer disciple assessment, you got sent on sect tasks. Only a dozen survived from hundreds – including you."

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded.

"Then sect rewards boosted your cultivation explosively. During inner disciple assessment, you fought Murong Wuhen to a draw. Later summoned to Tian Shen Peak to meet the Sect Leader, then joined Shadowless Peak’s Master."

"Quite observant." Ye Yun’s smile turned chilly.

This disciple clearly wasn’t from Shadowless Peak, yet knew too much. Ye Yun’s fame shouldn’t have spread so far. Someone was monitoring him – likely from Absolute Sword Peak given the Murong Wuhen reference.

"Your reputation precedes you at Absolute Sword Peak." Coldness entered the disciple’s voice.

"Here to avenge Murong Wuhen?" Ye Yun smirked.

"Were it not for Senior Brother Murong’s order, you’d never leave this Trading Market alive."

Ye Yun almost laughed. This sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator had seen him defeat seventh-level opponents, yet still threatened him.

"Since I’m so disliked, shall we spar?" Mockery laced Ye Yun’s words.

"Fighting’s forbidden here, and Senior Brother Murong said not to touch you." The disciple snorted. "But in three months during the Four Peaks tournament, pray you survive the arena."

Ye Yun turned. "Brother Bai – fighting’s truly forbidden here?"

White Xianxing chuckled. "The Shi brothers brawl weekly without consequences."

"True. Can’t let my juniors outshine me." Ye Yun nodded sagely.

He faced the white-clad disciple. "Murong told you not to fight, not me. The rule binds you, not your betters."

Purple light shadow flickered around Ye Yun’s raised palm.

"What’re you—"

*CRACK!*

The disciple flew backwards, teeth and blood spraying as he hit the stone floor.

"You…dared strike me?!"

"Tell Murong Wuhen to come himself next time." Ye Yun’s gaze sharpened into sword-like intensity. "Stop sending cannon fodder."

Murderous intent pressed down like blades. The disciple paled, trembling uncontrollably.

"Scram."