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“Midnight Tricycle Perv Old Man?”
Bu shivered all over. Just thinking about it led his thoughts astray, and he began to imagine things. He took two steps back, shaking his head like a rattle drum, determined not to go over.
“Hmm?” The Withered Old Man widened his eyes, not expecting Bu to react this way. The smile on his face gradually faded.
In an instant, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop by several degrees. Due to the sudden change in the Withered Old Man's expression, the crowd outside the hall, which had been pointing and discussing Bu, fell silent, not daring to breathe.
“Fellow, do you know how many years it has been since anyone dared to refuse me to my face? Do you know what happens to those who oppose me?” The Withered Old Man's face was as cold as water. His seemingly hunched body released an immense pressure. Although no energy was leaking out, just this aura was enough to rival that of a High-Level Giant activating its energy field.
“Van Lao,” Sean Sterling's heart tightened as he stepped forward to speak.
“It’s none of your business; stay aside.” The Withered Old Man waved his sleeve with an extremely firm attitude.
Sean Sterling paused, wanting to say a few good words for Bu. However, recalling various rumors about this old man and knowing that he wouldn’t harm Bu but would instead offer him some benefits, Sean Sterling sighed and looked at Bu sympathetically without saying anything more.
“Uh.” Bu's expression was quite something at that moment. He had thought that with Sean Sterling by his side, this old man, despite looking impressive, wouldn’t dare act against him. Unexpectedly, even the usually tough Sean Sterling had backed down, leaving Bu somewhat dumbfounded.
“Van Lao is an elder of one of the four halls of Holy Light Academy, Primordial Hall. He won’t harm you; you just need to help him a little, and he will give you some benefits.”
Sean Sterling's Mental Power echoed in Bu's mind. The Withered Old Man, seemingly sensing this faint wave of Mental Power, glanced at Sean Sterling and snorted twice before turning his attention back to Bu.
“Forget it, forget it. This Old Guy clearly wants to bully me with his power. Now that even Sean Sterling doesn’t dare provoke him, I’d better be sensible and avoid making this Old Guy angry enough to retaliate against me,” Bu thought, reluctantly stepping toward the old man with the mindset of avoiding immediate trouble.
“Hmph.” The Withered Old Man smiled smugly, stroking the few strands of hair on his balding head. He felt that he had established enough authority; in this Holy Light Academy, there were indeed very few who could stand against him.
"Senior." Bu stood in front of the old man with a mournful expression, fidgeting as if to say, "I'm new here, please don't hit me." This made Mu Yan, who had been observing him, almost lose his composure and laugh.
"Enough of this act. Let me take a look," the Withered Old Man said impatiently, rolling his eyes and extending a thin, frail arm toward Bu.
This gesture was quite ordinary, like friends shaking hands when they meet. Even though the arm was extended slowly, it filled Bu with an overwhelming sense of despair, as if he were sinking. No matter how slowly this sinking happened, those living on the ground could only watch helplessly, struggling in vain.
In that moment, Bu Shuang's eyes narrowed instinctively as he prepared to resist. However, just then, the old man's arm had fully rested on his shoulder, and an indescribable terrifying force suddenly enveloped him.
It felt as if an invisible wave crashed against the entire hall. This impact was silent yet resonated in everyone's hearts, causing their heartbeats to momentarily pause at the instant the Withered Old Man's arm settled on Bu's shoulder. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Bu's next action came to an abrupt halt. The overwhelming force from the old man's shoulder swept through his body like a roaring sea or an erupting volcano. Under this force, Bu's body trembled violently; his bones creaked but he suffered no harm whatsoever.
"Hmm? Not bad, very good." After just a preliminary examination, the Withered Old Man's murky eyes brightened further. He couldn't suppress the joy on his face and smiled slightly. He shook his arm again, sending even more powerful energy into Bu's body as if trying to penetrate deep into his marrow and reach his viscera.
"Senior, please stop! I'm about to collapse!" Feeling the sudden increase in pressure from the old man, Bu Shuang's eyes widened in panic as he could no longer hold back and cried out.
"Hmph! You were so arrogant before; why can't you be arrogant now?" Watching Bu scream in the Withered Old Man's grasp, Loret felt inexplicably pleased. Although he feared Bu's strength, seeing someone he feared in such a predicament brought him a sense of schadenfreude and satisfaction.
"Senior! I really can't take it anymore!" Bu's expression was strange as he seemed to be holding back something and shouted again.
"Go ahead and scream! Scream as loud as you want! No matter how loud you shout today, you will have to obediently follow my orders. Now turn around so I can see better."
"Oh my goodness!"
"Pfft."
A strange muffled sound emanated from where Bu was standing, accompanied by an extremely unpleasant stench that spread throughout the grand hall.
As the odor wafted away with the wind, it permeated the entire space.
The crowd fell silent, everyone frozen in shock. Balman's smile stiffened on his face, Sean Sterling's expression of sympathy turned to astonishment, Mu Yan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and Loret's mouth gaped open in utter incredulity. As for Reynold, he was utterly impressed by his leader's "brilliance."
At that moment, Withered Old Man, who had just flipped Bu around to face away from him with a shake of his arm, wore an incredibly complex and grim expression. One moment he was pale, the next moment he was flushed, and eventually, his face turned completely black, like the bottom of a pot.
"Stinky, stinky, you get away from me!"
Under the sudden shock of Bu's astonishing fart, even a formidable figure like Withered Old Man had to concede defeat; it was unavoidable.
The stronger a person's abilities, the more refined their senses became. Their hearing could detect an ant fighting, their eyes could see minute details, and their sense of smell was sharper than a dog's. While this might be an advantage in normal circumstances, right now it transformed into a torturous ordeal.
Having lived for so many years and endured countless hardships, Withered Old Man felt an overwhelming urge to cry out loud. He felt as if he had been assaulted at the very core of his being; he was on the verge of breaking down.
No longer able to investigate further, Withered Old Man angrily hurled Bu away and waved his sleeve to summon a gust of wind that dispersed the lingering foul odor.
"Cough cough." Bu got up from the ground with a shy smile, awkwardly clearing his throat.
"Fortunately, my divine fart saved the day; otherwise, that Old Guy would have surely taken me down," Bu thought to himself. The memory of being suddenly turned around and that tight feeling made him shudder; his embarrassed expression eased slightly.
Looking around, he noticed that everyone was gazing at him with admiration. When some people caught his eye and showed respect with solemn expressions, Bu felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him; he realized he might have gone too far in trying to impress others.
"Van Lao," Sean Sterling said upon noticing Withered Old Man's displeased expression. Feeling awkward under the scrutiny of so many eyes made Sean's face flush with embarrassment.
"No need for that. After the Holy Light Trial ends, whether he wants to or not, he must choose to join my Primordial Hall. I will personally train him."
At this moment, the Withered Old Man had also regained his composure. He looked at Bu with a forced smile and turned to Sean Sterling with an undeniable tone.
"This..." Sean Sterling seemed troubled, furrowing his brows.
"Hey, old man, what do you mean by 'whether I want to or not'? Is it true that if I don't join your Primordial Hall, the Holy Light Academy will expel me?"
Bu was angry, feeling that this Old Guy was truly despicable. His words were so arrogant, as if the Holy Light Academy was built by him alone, and he could do whatever he wanted. He cast aside the lingering fear from almost being attacked earlier and retorted.
"Kid, you really overestimate me." The Withered Old Man placed his hands on his hips and smirked coldly. "I don't have the power to expel you from the Holy Light Academy at will, but as long as you dare to refuse my request today and do not join my Primordial Hall, I can guarantee that in this vast Holy Light Academy, you won't be able to go anywhere. None of the other three halls will accept you."
"Uh." Bu was taken aback; the anger he had just built up quickly deflated like a punctured balloon. Faced with such a disrespectful and domineering Fellow, although he felt a deep resentment inside, he found himself powerless to resist.
"Damn it, it's all because I'm too handsome. Just entering the academy has drawn so much attention, and now even this half-dead Old Guy is stirred by my looks and insists on pulling me into that so-called Primordial Hall."
Bu felt very frustrated. He touched his face with a hint of melancholy, realizing that his handsomeness had reached the level of "a beautiful man bringing disaster," which explained why even a fart could earn him such respect from others. It seemed there was indeed a reason behind it.
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