Chapter 4: Your Senior Brother Doesn't Beat Up Nobodies

Song Lingyue watched him remain silent for a long time, her patience wearing thin. "Senior Brother, at worst, I'll give you a bottle of Foundation Establishment Pills. Would that be enough?"

Su Boyu spoke at the right moment. "Lingyue... deduct these Foundation Establishment Pills from my share."

"It's fine, I want to give them to you," Song Lingyue said gently, trying to comfort him.

Xie Weixing's mouth twitched.

When he was twelve and practicing Qi Refining at the Zong Qingyu Sect, resources were heavily skewed towards the sect's elite. Foundation Establishment Pills were as common as sunflower seeds.

Even after he lost all his cultivation, Wen Fu and Song Lingyue still managed to scrape together their shares for him, even if it meant tightening their own belts.

Until the protagonist arrived, the villainous supporting character fell from grace.

Now, even a mere bottle of Foundation Establishment Pills required sacrificing a Spirit Core.

The System began its nagging: Hold back... hold back... Host, don't get angry, don't get angry...

This is so unfair! So unfair! So unfair!

I want to read a satisfying power fantasy! What's the point of a good-looking guy getting pushed around so much? It's giving me chest pain!

What should we do? Can we explode on these lunatics?

Even if we exploded, we couldn't win. We have to give in... For now, let's just lay low and follow the plot properly.

The comment section was flooded with negativity, with some even willing to pay to throw rotten eggs at him.

Cultivation Value reached 28.

The System continued to urge, "Don't get angry, don't get angry... Host, let's not stoop to their level..."

Xie Weixing ignored it, turning to face the impatient Song Lingyue. He let out a muffled chuckle, his voice still husky from just waking up.

"If you're going to be a simp, at least do it properly. What's with half-assing it, climbing over walls, and then unsubscribing and trashing me? You pathetic fools would be dunked in a pig cage if you were mine, got it?"

The System:

Why do I feel so light and airy and see two long, black-and-white figures... Oh, right. I'm dead.

The entire venue fell silent.

After an unknown period, a message slowly popped up on the Observation Room's public screen:

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Holy shit?!

Because of his outburst, the viewer count instantly surged to 200, and the comment section exploded.

I just washed my hair, and the script changed?

Bro, you're not following the plot at all, just head-on charging like a madman!

You know what? That actually cleared my sinuses a bit.

It'll be blocked again soon! He's getting torn to shreds—don't forget he's got no cultivation left after you're done having your fun!

Not just the audience, but the three people present were stunned by his earth-shattering outburst of vulgarity.

In their impression, Xie Weixing was arrogant and would never speak like this.

"What did you just say?" Song Lingyue asked, staring at him in shock.

Su Boyu froze for a moment before immediately putting on an act, his eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry, Senior Brother. I just lack confidence and wanted another Spirit Core, hoping it would improve my cultivation. If you don't want to give it to me, fine, but don't insult Senior Sister Song and Senior Brother Wen..."

Wen Fu snapped out of his daze, his face turning cold as he dropped his act as the peacemaker. "Xie Weixing, we respect you and call you Senior Brother out of courtesy. But in terms of character and cultivation, you're unworthy of that title. Apologize to Boyu and Lingyue immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Are these three really the main characters?

Same here, I'm so annoyed.

I'd be so frustrated if I were in Xie Weixing's shoes right now, so I've decided to empathize with Su Boyu instead.

Suddenly realized how disgusting this brainless harem fantasy is for the supporting characters.

But Xie Weixing wasn't a good person in the first place, was he? He used people and then stepped on them. Feels like everyone in this book is a villain.

Who cares if he used people before? Did he ever truly harm anyone? Isn't this situation just the protagonist group bullying him one-sidedly? How did Su Boyu even become the protagonist? The author's taste is so trashy—he cries all day and incites his simps to dig up the supporting characters' Spirit Cores for him. And this book's tag is supposed to be "pure, crying, cute, soft boy"? Cute? Where?!

The live chat was buzzing with activity, and the Cultivation Value slowly climbed to 38.

Xie Weixing remained silent for a long moment, a gentle warmth spreading across his lips. Then he suddenly asked, "What was your name again?"

The person he addressed froze, then replied, "Wen Fu. Don't play dumb here. I won't be moved."

"That wasn't my intention," Xie Weixing said, his eyes filled with compassionate pity, as if he were looking at a dead man.

In the next moment, he spent all his Cultivation Value and swiftly purchased a sleeve dart from the item shop.

Then he raised his eyes, smiled, and said slowly, word by word, "Your Senior Brother doesn't beat up nameless people."

What does that mean? Why did he buy a sleeve dart?

Dude, don't go crazy! You have no cultivation left... Are you really going to take down these three people with this nail file of a sleeve dart?

Run! Quick! I remember the lightness skill doesn't require spiritual energy support!

Holy shit, he's so angry he's laughing! Jiahao has arrived in the transmigration world!

Not bad. Regardless of whether he lives or dies, he's put on a damn good show—two thumbs up.

You can leave after this point. The rest of the plot gets pretty bloody.

Run, run, run!

The comments section was filled with "Go, go, go! Hold hands and run!" But in the Observation Room, the number of people only grew; not a single one actually left.

Wen Fu paid them no mind, scoffing dismissively. "Senior Brother, you haven't been the number one disciple of Qingyu Gate for three years. Open your eyes and face reality."

"What if I open my eyes and don't see reality?" Xie Weixing smiled. "What if I see a pig?"

Wen Fu froze, then realized he'd been insulted. His face darkened instantly as he casually raised his hand to strike.

He thought a single blow would be enough to subdue this useless trash, but Xie Weixing's figure flickered and vanished before his eyes.

Wen Fu frowned, turning to search for his opponent.

"Ah!"

A searing pain shot through his buttocks, nearly forcing him to his knees. A sleeve dart glinted coldly in his rear.

Wen Fu's eyes widened in shock.

Song Lingyue cried out in alarm, while Su Boyu trembled in fear.

Sleeve darts were too light and small, requiring exceptional accuracy from the user. They were far less convenient than longswords or greatswords, and cultivators, with their arrogance, disdained using such underhanded weapons. As a result, they were rarely used.

But for a truly skilled user, it was nearly impossible to defend against, and it could prove terrifyingly effective in real combat.

Xie Weixing materialized behind the trio with a grin that could drive anyone mad. "Hello there, Junior Brother Wen. How about this: loser calls the winner 'Dad'? What do you say?"

As everyone knew, lightness skills didn't require spiritual energy. As the Qingyu Gate's greatest genius in a thousand years, Xie Weixing's lightness skills had always reigned supreme—no one could outrun him.

Back when he was playing on the Euro-American server, someone paid for negative articles, and suddenly the entire internet was accusing him of cheating.

Xie Weixing didn't bother refuting them. Instead, he opened a 1v1 livestream with a blunt, provocative title:

Target Practice Showdown: Loser Calls the Winner 'Dad'

The result was predictable.

Overnight, all the haters gained fathers.

The System stared in disbelief. "Host?"

"You!" Wen Fu seethed, humiliated and in pain. "Xie Weixing, you're despicable!"

The man being cursed had a handsome, unblemished face, utterly devoid of shame. Instead, he lightly raised his sleeve dart, closed one eye, and aimed with steady precision.

Pop. His pale lips curled into a faint smile as he exhaled the word with a crisp, explosive sound. "Dad's gonna beat this pig to death."