Arrogant Waste

Gazing at Fu Yuan He's swollen face, Jiang Ling Han found it inconvenient to strike, crossing his arms in discontent.
To hit him would mean bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Not to hit him, however, left his heart truly displeased.
"Fu Yuan He, if I recall correctly, you grew up in the Heavenly Palace from childhood.
After more than thirty years in the Heavenly Palace, you are still only a Second-Grade Mystic Cultivator. If I were you, I would rather find a block of tofu and commit suicide!
With just this, do you still have the face to speak so arrogantly before me?"
Jiang Ling Han said with a cold laugh.
"No offense, I am now a Third-Grade!"
Fu Yuan He proudly raised three fingers.
"Third-Grade, that also breaks the Heavenly Palace's record; you are the slowest person to ever break through to Third-Grade in the Heavenly Palace."
Jiang Ling Han said disdainfully.
"What does that have to do with you!"
Fu Yuan He pouted in response, "Does my cultivation speed have any connection to you?
What is there to boast about a Ninth-Grade?
I simply haven't cultivated seriously before; once I do, it won't take many years to catch up to you. What then would be left to be proud of?"
"Overestimating yourself!"
Jiang Ling Han said with a cold laugh, "Now, immediately, get out of my sight.
Do not appear before me again, or I fear I will not be able to resist striking you down with a single palm!"
"You want me to do as you say? Who do you think you are?"
Fu Yuan He sneered, "This is not your territory; I will wait here if I wish to, and you need not interfere!"
"Scram!"
Jiang Ling Han finally lost his patience. He roared, flung his sleeve, and a surge of violent force directly swept Fu Yuan He away, causing him to vanish into the distance in a flash.
"Grand Minister..."
A Mystic Master spoke with concern.
Although Fu Yuan He was somewhat disrespectful, he was, after all, a member of the Mystic Treasure Division.
"He will not die."
Jiang Ling Han explained coldly.
Though he was furious, his strike was measured.
Outsiders called him a madman, but that was merely an image he intentionally projected.
In truth, Jiang Ling Han was extremely protective of the Mystic Masters of the Mystic Treasure Division.
No matter what, he would not deliver a killing blow to Fu Yuan He.
Unless Fu Yuan He truly betrayed the Mystic Treasure Division of the Heavenly Palace.
But as it seemed now, Fu Yuan He had instead become the last pillar of the Mystic Treasure Division of the Heavenly Palace.
Workshop Number 65 was the only workshop to escape the Heavenly Palace's internal strife, and also the only one not to fall into the hands of those rebellious scoundrels.
"What are you looking at? Is there nothing to do?"
Seeing the Mystic Masters standing dumbfounded, Jiang Ling Han angrily roared, "Did you not hear about constructing the temporary base?"
"Oh."
Though the Mystic Masters were somewhat contemptuous, they all quickly got busy.
One after another, people cast mystical arts, and then earthen walls shot up from the ground.
Immediately after, others cast mystical arts to solidify the earthen walls, and some even cast Metal attribute mystical arts, covering the walls with a layer of metallic skin.
It must be said that using mystical arts to construct buildings was incredibly fast.
An earthen structure appeared on the spot in an instant.
Over a hundred Mystic Masters worked together, each with their assigned tasks, quickly erecting a camp on the open ground.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ling Han finally felt much more at ease.
He snorted coldly in his heart.
It's a pity that audacious brat surnamed Xu didn't see this; otherwise, he would know how formidable we are.
Look at Workshop Number 65; how long has it been under construction, and what kind of monstrous shape has it taken?
A bunch of people, still living under the open sky.
Look at us; how long have we been here?
Look at our camp!
"Where are Qi Tai Zhi and She Rang?
Bring them to me."
Jiang Ling Han clasped his left hand over his right, and his right hand over his left, rotating his wrists.
He was still fuming from being provoked by Fu Yuan He and longed to strike someone.
Now, did they not have two suitable punching bags in their hands?
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"Ah-- ah-- ah--"
A tragic cry echoed through the air.
Then, with a "Thud," a figure directly crashed into the construction site of Workshop Number 65.
Several newly erected wall sections immediately collapsed from the impact.
In the dust, a figure resembling a pig's head scrambled to its feet.
"Enemy attack, be on guard!"
Mei Jiu Qu shouted coldly, his expression impassive.
"Don't attack, we're family!"
Fu Yuan He hastily cried out.
"Who's family with you? Hit him!"
Mei Jiu Qu glared at Fu Yuan He, not recognizing him, and snorted coldly.
"Stop! I am Fu Yuan He!"
Fu Yuan He shouted, "Mei Jiu Qu, if you dare to strike, see how I deal with you!"
Mei Jiu Qu was slightly stunned; this voice did indeed sound somewhat familiar.
He waved his hand, stopping the people who were about to attack.
"You are Workshop Master Fu?
How did you end up like this?"
Mei Jiu Qu scrutinized him for a moment, finally managing to recognize a faint resemblance to Fu Yuan He from his swollen face.
"Say no more."
Fu Yuan He waved his hand, somewhat dejectedly, "I encountered a scoundrel I couldn't defeat."
He wasn't afraid to save face.
Couldn't defeat him?
It was purely a one-sided beating!
"Fu Yuan He, I was just about to contact you. You don't need to go to the Mystic Treasure Division anymore; the person you were worried about will be fine. Jiang Ling Han is not dead, and he should not have massacred the Mystic Masters of the Heavenly Palace."
Xu Lu's figure appeared not far away and spoke.
"I already know."
Fu Yuan He said.
"You know?"
Xu Lu's expression was peculiar as he looked at Fu Yuan He and spoke, "You haven't met Jiang Ling Han, have you?
Is this how he beat you?"
"Besides that scoundrel Jiang Ling Han, who else could defeat me?"
Fu Yuan He said, "I battled him for three hundred rounds, and finally lost by a single move.
If that old fellow hadn't suddenly come back to life, unsettling my mind, I might not have even lost."
Xu Lu, well aware of Fu Yuan He's habit of boasting, said angrily, "Yes, how could that scoundrel Jiang Ling Han be your opponent?
I say, did he not tell you about joining Workshop Number 65?"
"He did."
Fu Yuan He said, "But I did not agree.
Can just anyone join our Workshop Number 65? That's a joke!
Our workshop's threshold is very high, you know.
I told him three conditions; only if he can meet them will I consider accepting him."
"..."
Xu Lu was somewhat speechless.
Could it be true that birds of a feather flock together?
Tao Liu Liu and Jing Er Gou were both thinking of how to swindle Jiang Ling Han out of a fortune.
Fu Yuan He was even more direct, already setting conditions for Jiang Ling Han!
These fellows, they truly showed no respect!
This was Jiang Ling Han, the dignified Grand Minister of the Mystic Treasure Division of the Heavenly Palace!
"If he truly agrees, do you really intend to let him join Workshop Number 65?"
Xu Lu frowned and said.
"He can't possibly agree."
Fu Yuan He said, "I'm not stupid.
This fellow Jiang Ling Han's resurrection is most likely a trick of the Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell.
If those Heavenly Palace clans knew that Jiang Ling Han was alive and brought those Mystic Masters to join our Workshop Number 65, wouldn't we become cannon fodder for that Jiang Ling Han?"
Fu Yuan He pouted, a look of disdain on his face, "I'm already bringing trouble to our Workshop Number 65; am I supposed to bring trouble for Jiang Ling Han?
Let him dream!"
"You thought of all this?"
Xu Lu said in surprise.
"Nonsense, do you think I've been idle and unlearned all these years in the Heavenly Palace?
I've seen too many bad things like this.
Those people in the Heavenly Palace, they don't show much skill in studying mystical arts, but when it comes to schemes and tricks, each one is more proficient than the last!"
"That's why the Heavenly Palace is collapsing now."
Xu Lu said.
"However, Xu Lu, although our Workshop Number 65 cannot accept Jiang Ling Han, we can use him."
Fu Yuan He's eyes lit up as he spoke, "I tell you, this fellow Jiang Ling Han has over a hundred of the most elite Mystic Masters from the Mystic Treasure Division under his command.
These people represent the highest mystical art achievements of the Heavenly Palace's Mystic Treasure Division.
Their value is immeasurable."
"What evil intentions do you have?"
Xu Lu asked.
"I haven't thought it through yet, but I feel we cannot simply ignore them."
Fu Yuan He said matter-of-factly, "As the saying goes, to reject a gift from heaven is to invite calamity upon oneself.
Since they've come to our door, how can we not make use of them?
In my opinion, we should thoroughly squeeze out all their value, then kick them out to contend with the Heavenly Palace clans."
Xu Lu looked at Fu Yuan He with slight doubt.
Earlier, when he heard that something had happened to the Heavenly Palace's Mystic Treasure Division, Fu Yuan He was distraught, and Xu Lu thought someone extremely important in the Mystic Treasure Division of the Heavenly Palace had died.
But now, seeing Fu Yuan He's demeanor, it didn't seem to be the case.
To squeeze out all of someone else's value, then kick them away...