Luo Yun Ge drove the person away without mercy, decisive as cutting a rotten thread.
Although the two had once been teammates for a long period of time. But now he was no longer qualified to be Yun Ge's friend, then there was no need to waste time continuing to be friends.
Luo Yun Ge used the other party as a tool, without the slightest hesitation throwing it away when the tool had lost its original value.
This person's future could have been very bright, if he had not devoted himself to Luo Yun Ge for so many semesters.
This person suddenly felt wronged, the pills he had accumulated for a long time he swallowed without hesitation, refusing the pills distributed by Luo Yun Ge to each person, only to show his goodwill to him.
In the end… in the end…
Before he could be sad for too long, a commotion rose in the middle of the schoolyard.
One disciple was being suppressed. Both hands were tightly grabbed behind his back, his face was pressed down and rubbed against the ground.
The cause of this matter was that someone took advantage of people forming groups and arranging tactics to launch a sneak attack.
The result was being jointly suppressed by the entire school.
After a while, another group sharing the same fate as him walked over to his side. All sighed at the same time, exchanged glances without prior agreement, as if wanting to say: "Let us form a team together."
All had one common point in fate. Each of them had once been teammates for a period of time, dedicating themselves wholeheartedly to Luo Yun Ge.
The result was being betrayed without mercy.
At this moment, for some reason, this disciple who had just been driven away felt an indescribable emotion rising. Tears choked in his throat about to fall.
That was a kind of being moved.
It seemed he was no longer sad nor hateful toward Luo Yun Ge. After all, thanks to Yun Ge, at his most difficult moment, he was able to meet these confidant friends.
So what if his future was lost?
Is it more precious than those who will accompany him in the most dangerous moments?
Luo Yun Ge's gaze seemed present yet absent as it fell upon each person's wrist.
He rarely fought, it did not mean he was not proficient in fighting.
Luo Yun Ge chose the support role, because this role consumed less spiritual power. The important point was that it could coordinate with his supreme talent, Ming Jiao Zi Qiu.
The only effect, increase the power of blessings upon all those being supported. The stronger the supported person's strength, the less spiritual power consumed, the greater the power of the enhancement.
Luo Yun Ge was the only son of the Luo clan leader, Luo Tong Tian.
From a young age he had been taught rules, how to become the future clan leader. All methods from winning people over to open struggle and hidden strife, he had long understood clearly.
Before returning to the academy, he was given a task by his father to prove he was qualified to become the next clan leader.
That was to obtain one hundred and twenty accumulated points, without damaging his foundation, leaving hidden injuries.
The entire school had sixty nine disciples, if each fell three times then he at least had to defeat forty people. Accordingly Luo Yun Ge would become the enemy of two thirds of the disciples in the school.
But in that way, the injuries he would receive and the amount of spiritual power consumed would be extremely great. Going against the original agreement.
There was still one way for him to earn these one hundred and twenty points.
Lead the disciples within the clan.
For each person who defeated another disciple, he would gain one support point. As team leader, he would receive one additional point corresponding to each disciple in the group.
Clearly, his father wanted him to become a leader. A person whom all clan members were willing to follow, making use of each person to become his own strength. This was also what the Luo clan ancestor, Luo Wu You once did.
However, leadership did not mean sharing injuries.
That was right, he was a genius. A broad future, the person who would become the next clan leader.
Absolutely could not leave hidden injuries too deep from using the Zhuo Ling Tool, leading to damage of the foundation.
Let others use it to help him was that not enough? While he himself stood behind directing, supporting everyone to achieve victory.
As for whoever had their foundation damaged due to using magical artifacts, what did it have to do with him? There was no reason for him to worry about each person like that.
Did he not distribute pills in order to raise his own winning rate?
To him, all were merely humanoid tools nothing more nothing less. All born in the Luo clan were for him to use comfortably.
Why? Because he would in the future be clan leader, the one leading the Luo clan. Sacrificing a little of a tool's future was it worth it? Worth it, very worth it.
To him, all born in the Luo clan must be grateful to the clan, willing to let him use them was each person's responsibility.
Damaging the foundation was the responsibility of Luo clan disciples. They had to use the Zhuo Ling Tool.
If the Zhuo Ling Tool was not of the highest grade it would certainly leave latent harm to the user.
The Zhuo Ling Tool was created from Xuan Kong Marrow. In legend, this thing could devour heaven and earth. Legend in the end was only legend.
Even so it still could not be underestimated.
Xuan Kong Marrow contained a portion of hard to disperse killing intent. It could determine targets through aura, direct contact to absorb the spiritual energy of the object it touched. Long term contact could harm the person touching it.
According to many studies, the Zhuo Ling Tool created from Xuan Kong Marrow could reduce the user's aptitude, and leave hidden injuries difficult to heal.
Leaving hidden injuries was not a small matter.
Hidden injuries clung deep within the body, making the circulation of spiritual energy become difficult, even cutting off the path of cultivation.
Therefore Luo Yun Ge carefully inspected each person.
To him, one unable to cultivate was equivalent to a useless person. Such people should not be associated with, especially relations must be cut off.
Although he had used them a long time ago. But who would care about someone whose future was destroyed?
No one.
In his eyes, things without value could be discarded like a spiritual herb. Use up its fruit, its leaves, its roots.
What remained was only a stalk without a trace of medicinal property, then why keep it instead of throwing it away. To decorate?
He had capital to be arrogant.
Self made magical artifacts were also outstanding among the crowd, the realm of his school was master of poetry path, leadership ability was also excellent among those of the same age.
Such a person, why bother with things without value.
In the middle of the schoolyard, the Ye siblings were standing alone in one place.
Ye Ling Long stared blankly at people forming groups one by one, then looked at her elder brother. She could only sigh inwardly, suffocated.
"Ge… is it really fine with only the two of us? That Luo Tian Qiu is arrogant, going alone is one thing. Luo Yun Ge is a genius yet still forms a group to take advantage."
Suddenly, Ye Fan grasped her hand, eyes full of comfort: "Mei rest assured. I will definitely protect you, so you do not need to worry anymore."
She looked at the wrist wearing the Zhuo Ling Tool of her own, then looked at Ye Fan's empty wrist, wanting to speak yet stopping.
She could only leave one sentence in her heart: "living with this elder brother is truly difficult."
They did not form a group not because no one invited them, but because none pleased the eye. Just looking felt obstructive.
Why was someone only allowed to bear the surname Ye and not Luo. Was it not because he was not favored by the clan leader?
Moreover people within one clan were closer, outsiders could only interact perfunctorily. He was here, living off the Luo clan, did it not mean his mother was also not a good person?
Although they joked a bit too far, each one was someone who disliked what looked bad, despised what felt disgusting.
There were those who would say at the slightest opening:
"Good little sister, I will definitely protect you."
And he had the habit, whenever someone teased his little sister a bit he immediately raised his voice:
"You are not allowed to harm my little sister!"
When some female disciples invited her out to play, he also stopped them, saying everyone was a bad person.
Luo clan disciples, which one was not a youth, pure and kind at heart, having a bit of playfulness was also normal.
Moreover, the cultivation world did not distinguish good and evil, what you said was only an excuse.
Ye Fan and his little sister not being liked by others, if not blaming him then who.
From afar came the discussion of a group.
"According to my analysis, this Luo Tian Qiu has an arrogant temperament. He will definitely look for the largest group to attack. As for us we will find places with fewer people."
"We will definitely escape him. When only a few people remain, we will take the initiative to surrender. Because those who can stand to that moment, each one is a genius."
"Elder brother's words are somewhat cowardly… but I agree with you."
"That is right, avoiding him for one more second is one more second gained. If I see that face now, I would rather take a detour, be late for class and be punished by the clan elders than face him."
At this time, Luo Third Young Master and their group were also discussing battle tactics.
Someone spoke:
"Why are you thinking so cowardly?"
"What is there to fear about this Luo Tian Qiu!? At most he just has a few more talismans."
The advantage of a talisman master was being able to self supply talismans, much cheaper than buying outside many times over.
The three said nothing, only nodded together, then turned to the person and said:
"You are removed from the group."
"Why?" He was stunned.
After that, another group took the initiative to invite him in, because his performance over many years was not bad.
"Hmph! Do you think being called Luo Third Young Master means you can look down on the world? You are nothing more than three cowards."
"I am different from you. Luo Tian Qiu to me is only a name."
Luo Third Young Master although not some genius, yet knew his place.
Like a lion lies in the zoo, ants cannot bring spiritual revenue.
The world was harsh like this. A genius who did not know how to endure would become provisions for others, a useless person was only a grain of sand not worth mentioning.
Each person was born with different starting points, different wills. One could not force oneself to follow this, but must ask oneself what one wants, what one will do.
They were good at lowering their heads, then admitting one was weak what was wrong with that? Walking on the path one has chosen, believing that is the best, then why fantasize about surpassing someone.