Almost at the same time, on the other side.
"Father, mother, this is basically how the matter went," Fang Zheng stood completely straight, his mouth speaking respectfully.
In the hall, Fang Yuan's uncle, Gu Yue Dong Tu, and his aunt sat on large broad-backed chairs, both furrowing their brows.
The aunt gnashed her teeth, on one hand feeling injustice for Fang Zheng, and on the other hand somewhat gloating over the misfortune: "This little bastard Fang Yuan, it is one thing for him to extort others, but to think he would not even let off his own biological brother. To actually be so unfeeling and unjust! However, committing such a huge mistake this time, he will probably be expelled by the academy before long."
"Alright, say a few words less." The uncle sighed, and then said to Fang Zheng, "You lost your primeval stone, but it is only one piece, it does not matter. Go down to the accounting room and collect another one. There is no business for you here, go down and cultivate properly. With your A grade aptitude, becoming the first middle stage Gu Master is extremely possible. Do not waste your natural talent. Both your mother and I are looking forward to you becoming first."
"Yes, father, mother, your child will take his leave." Fang Zheng retreated with a mind full of thoughts.
He pondered secretly: "Older brother blocked the academy's main gate today and robbed all the students. Causing such a vile impact, I'm afraid he truly is going to be expelled. At that time, should I completely plead for mercy for him?"
There were two voices confronting each other in his mind.
One voice said: "No need to plead for mercy. He even wanted to rob the primeval stone of you, his biological younger brother. Even if he is expelled, he brought the blame upon himself. When Heaven causes calamities, one can still survive; when one causes their own calamities, they cannot live!"
The other voice said: "He is your biological older brother after all, sharing a similar face, blood is thicker than water. Ah well, even if you do not acknowledge him, you still have to plead for mercy. If you do not plead for him, how will outsiders view you? They will probably think you are unfeeling and unrighteous."
Seeing Fang Zheng leave the hall, the aunt could not endure it and said happily: "Master, we cut off Fang Yuan's living expenses. This little bastard could not endure it and committed a huge mistake this time! To actually dare block the academy gate to openly brawl, and even extort, this is provoking the academy elder. I see him being expelled as a matter of ninety-nine percent probability."
However, the uncle shook his head: "You thought of the matter too simply. Fang Yuan will not be expelled, and perhaps there might not even be any punishment at all."
"Why?" The aunt was greatly puzzled.
The uncle sneered: "Brawling and fighting are encouraged, as long as serious consequences do not occur. In this brawl, did any students die? No."
The aunt was somewhat unconvinced: "How does master know there wasn't? In matters like fighting, accidents always happen."
The uncle closed his eyes and leaned back against his chair: "You woman, you are just naive. Do you truly think the academy elder is a decoration? When did the guards mobilize? They mobilized at the very end. This shows that the scene was under control the entire time. If someone was heavily injured, they would have rushed out long ago and would not have waited until the end."
"You are not a Gu Master, you will not understand. Struggles between students are not prohibited in the academy, and an encouraging attitude is even maintained. The more fighting there is, the more helpful it is for combat. Some students can even fight out an ironclad friendship. The elders will not pursue this matter either. This is already an established convention. If anyone were to stick out for their calves, they would be breaking this rule."
The aunt was dumbfounded hearing this, and said unwillingly: "Then Fang Yuan robbed such a large sum of primeval stones and nothing damn well happens to him? Letting him off just like this? Having such a large sum of primeval stones is too great a help to his cultivation."
The uncle opened his eyes, his face entirely covered in gloom: "What else can be done? Could it be you want me to go over and personally rob his primeval stones over? However, this matter is not impossible to utilize. It is exactly his fatal flaw that Fang Yuan even robbed and extorted his younger brother Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng has an A grade aptitude, and one day he will be stronger than him. We will use this matter to divide and instigate Fang Zheng. Letting Fang Zheng completely distance himself from Fang Yuan, to be used by us!"
Just like this, three days passed.
The disturbance of Fang Yuan's robbery and extortion did not spread or blow up, but instead had a trend of gradually subsiding.
No elders broke the rules to come personally find trouble with Fang Yuan, and the academy elder naturally turned a blind eye.
Although during this period, there were two or three youths who, indignant over the outcome of their primeval stones being forcibly robbed, challenged Fang Yuan again.
But after Fang Yuan easily beat them to the ground, everyone realized that if they did not diligently study and bitterly practice fists and feet, they could not win against Fang Yuan.
Among these youths, an upsurge of bitterly practicing the basic skills of fists and feet was stirred up.
The fist and foot instructor was overjoyed. He had never seen a batch of students with such enthusiasm and persistence for basic fists and feet. When he taught in the past, the students were universally lacking in interest, continuously yawning. Now, however, they had shining eyes, unceasingly begging for instruction.
The academy elder purposely came to ask about the situation on his side.
The fist and foot instructor excitedly reported: "The students have shown unexpected enthusiasm. The transformation is too great. It is just that among them, there is one called Fang Yuan, who is still as lazy as before."
The academy elder laughed, patted his shoulder, and said: "This student you speak of is precisely the source that caused the others to transform."
The fist and foot instructor was astonished and puzzled.
Of course, the changes were far more than this.
After this matter, Fang Yuan undoubtedly became the public enemy of all the students, being viewed with hostility and isolated by everyone.
No one spoke a single word to him anymore, and no one greeted him.
The youths universally gathered their strength, quietly studying diligently and bitterly practicing basic fists and feet. Under the encouragement and instigation of the elders behind them, they had already decided they absolutely must personally win back their lost face.
Underneath the calm surface, an undercurrent was surging.
Another four days passed.
The academy elder once again distributed the primeval stone allowance, and the time for Fang Yuan to make his move also arrived again.
"Fang Yuan, you robbing us once was not enough, and you still want to rob our primeval stones?!" Being blocked by Fang Yuan at the gate again, the students were both surprised and angry.
Fang Yuan stood in the middle of the main gate, his hands bound behind his back, his expression cold, and his tone flat: "One primeval stone per person, and you can be spared from the suffering of flesh and skin."
"Fang Yuan, you bully people too much. I want to challenge you!" Gu Yue Mo Bei roared furiously, being the first to step out to fight.
"Oh?" Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Mo Bei raised his fists and charged over. After a few rounds, he fainted on the ground.
"Mo Bei, you are too useless, watch mine!" Gu Yue Chi Cheng bellowed loudly, charging towards Fang Yuan.
After an exchange of offense and defense, he followed in Mo Bei's footsteps.
Fang Yuan's combat experience was over tens of millions of times theirs. Although he just started his cultivation, every portion of his strength was used perfectly to the point.
This group of youths had just started out. If they swarmed up together, they might bring him a little bit of tiny trouble. But challenging him one by one like this was even more relaxing than the first robbery.
A quarter of an hour later, he left leisurely carrying a bulging money pouch. Leaving behind a ground of youths, some unconscious and motionless, others clutching their stomachs or covering their crotches, moaning and howling.
"Brothers, quickly come clean up the venue." The guards shouted, successively swarming up.