Mo Qi glanced back at him, wanting to retort, but after thinking about it, he felt it was completely unnecessary.
The most effective way to retort was to slap his face with actions.
Mo Qi walked directly towards the demonic beasts. The beasts also stirred, becoming restless and agitated.
Mo Qi quietly unleashed his mental power, the Chaos Mind Force Art. A powerful force arose from nowhere, and all the demonic beasts instantly floated into the air, struggling and flailing. Those with wings flapped them incessantly, but they were as if under a immobilization spell, unable to move an inch.
"Ah!" everyone exclaimed in unison.
This was too bizarre. How did he do it?
Yang Zhi was also dumbfounded. What kind of technique was this?
Linghu Xiaoxian knew that the pagoda was his mobile base. Seeing him lift these demonic beasts, she was not surprised.
However, she was still utterly confused: "What exactly did he learn on top of that pagoda? Who is he?"
She believed that with her Human Immortal Realm strength, she probably couldn't achieve such a clean and swift execution, or even do it at all.
How could a cultivator in the Soul Splitting stage achieve this?
Was it solely due to the techniques?
The demonic beasts struggled in mid-air for a long time to no avail. Mo Qi seized the opportunity to spread a deterrent aura, which caused all the demonic beasts to lower their heads.
These demonic beasts were all divine-level, with semi-awakened intelligence.
Therefore, they fully understood human methods and emotions like threats, temptations, and deception. Facing Mo Qi's deterrence, they chose to submit.
When Mo Qi gently placed them back on the ground, they all looked at Mo Qi pleadingly, appearing completely obedient.
Then, Mo Qi gave an order: "Squat!"
All the demonic beasts simultaneously lowered themselves by half, squatting on the ground.
Mo Qi called out again: "Rise!"
The demonic beasts stood up in unison, remarkably neat, even more orderly than a well-trained army.
The disciples in the distance were stunned. This actually worked?
This was completely different from what the teacher said!
This was not playing by the rules!
The teacher said there should be emotional exchange, to feel with the heart. He just came in and did a bunch of random actions, where was the exchange? This was a blatant show of force!
If you can subdue them by force, why talk about emotional exchange?
The most uncomfortable person at this moment was Yang Zhi.
What kind of disciples were these? Not only did they not listen, but they actually succeeded!
Wasn't this slapping his own face?
Yang Zhi lost face. Seeing Linghu Xiaoxian still watching all this from a distance, his emotions erupted: "I can't teach anymore. Whoever is capable can teach." With that, he turned and left.
Mo Qi looked innocent!
The disciples were all stunned, wearing bitter expressions. They hadn't learned yet, and the teacher had thrown in the towel!
Another person who felt thoroughly slapped in the face was Jin Xichuan. Seeing that Mo Qi had "angered" the teacher away, he saw an opportunity to make a fuss.
Jin Xichuan walked out from the crowd and said angrily, "You are so self-righteous, only caring about showing off and never considering others' feelings. Now that the teacher has been angered away by you, and we haven't learned anything, who will take responsibility for this?"
He then turned to everyone and said, "We won the competition by risking our lives, and each of us experienced life and death. The purpose of coming here is to learn more skills so that we have a better chance of survival when dealing with demons in the future. Now he has deprived us of this opportunity, pushing us to a dead end. We must demand justice from him."
His exaggerated statement was intended to incite public anger, saying whatever was most outrageous!
Mo Qi couldn't help but admire him inwardly: He has some talent for rhetoric!
However, no matter how he exaggerated or embellished, most people were still rational.
The teacher wanted to leave; it was his own petty nature, what did it have to do with Mo Qi?
Zhou Yu was also angered to death by Zhuge Liang, but did anyone blame Zhuge Liang?
However, a small number of people were indeed stirred up.
After all, many people harbored jealousy!
About five or six people were quite agitated: "Bring back our teacher! Bring back our teacher!"
Mo Qi crossed his arms: "He hasn't gone far, why don't you chase after him?"
"You..." These few people were speechless, so angry they could spit blood.
Jin Xichuan wanted to add fuel to the fire: "Shameless! He doesn't take us seriously at all, completely disregarding us!"
Mo Qi said disdainfully, "You're right, I really don't take you seriously."
The crowd was finally enraged: "Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
However, from beginning to end, they only shouted, but took no action.
Jin Xichuan felt that he had to take the lead, otherwise, his goal would not be achieved.
Immediately, Jin Xichuan formed a hand seal and lunged at Mo Qi, spitting out a mouthful of red mist that expanded and shot towards Mo Qi.
Mo Qi calmly took out his pipa fan and swung it fiercely. A gust of wind arose.
Instantly, the red mist was dispersed, and Jin Xichuan's body was also swept into the air, drifting into the distance.
Mo Qi nonchalantly retracted his pipa fan and lazily looked at those opposite him, saying, "Who else?"
These people had been swept by the wind and only managed to stabilize themselves. They were already intimidated, each one of them silent as cicadas in winter.
Linghu Xiaoxian, having watched enough of the show, slowly walked forward and said to everyone, "The cultivation for today will temporarily end here. Everyone disperse. We will find a way to ensure you can continue learning this skill. Please wait patiently."
The crowd dispersed dejectedly.
Mo Qi also prepared to leave.
Just then, Linghu Xiaoxian called out to him: "Mo Qi, wait a moment."
Mo Qi turned back, looking at her indifferently.
He thought this was a strategy, called playing hard to get.
Linghu Xiaoxian smiled charmingly: "You seem to be quite skilled at taming beasts. We have a beast-fighting arena here, jointly established by several major immortal cultivation families: Zhang, Chen, and Qian. Are you interested in taking a look, and perhaps playing a couple of rounds with some bets?"
"What are the benefits?" Mo Qi asked calmly.
"You can set the stakes as you wish, as long as you can win."
"I'm not interested," Mo Qi said, then turned to leave.
"You can also win my heart!" Linghu Xiaoxian quickly added.
This?
Mo Qi turned back and looked at her intently.
Her beauty was heart-stirring, but her arrogant, willful, and self-righteous personality made one hesitate.
Surprisingly, Linghu Xiaoxian did not blush. Instead, she smiled naturally.
He could tell that she was not speaking from the heart.
Well then, he would stick to playing hard to get to the very end.
"I'm still not interested," Mo Qi said and walked away.
"You..." Linghu Xiaoxian stomped her foot in anger, "If you dare to leave, I won't talk to you anymore."
Mo Qi walked away without looking back, even quickening his pace.
No one had ever dared to defy her like this. Linghu Xiaoxian watched Mo Qi's retreating back, tears threatening to fall.
Mo Qi prepared to return to his room on the pagoda. As he walked through a forest, he heard a commotion. Looking up, he saw a large group of people surrounding two individuals, seemingly about to fight.
Mo Qi listened briefly and quickly understood the general situation.
It turned out that while passing by, one of the two individuals had bumped into one of the group.
One of the people in the group was unreasonable and insisted that the person who bumped into him kneel and apologize.
This was because they were inner disciples, while the other two were outer disciples.
Therefore, they were aggressive and threatened to beat them to death if they didn't kneel and apologize.
The two individuals were also quite tough, preferring to be beaten rather than kneel.
So, the group of over ten people fulfilled their small wish and proceeded to beat them with fists and kicks.
These two people dared not fight back, as they couldn't win even if they did. If they were obedient, they might be beaten less severely.
But the reality was that seeing these two as weak and easy to bully, the group couldn't stop once they started fighting. Judging by the momentum, it seemed they wouldn't stop until they were beaten to death!
Mo Qi looked closely and was surprised to see that one of them was Ping Wu.
Although he didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, Ping Wu had some connection with him.
After a slight hesitation, Mo Qi shouted, "Stop!" and simultaneously lunged forward, landing in front of the group.
The group involuntarily stopped their actions and turned to look at Mo Qi in unison.
When they saw that Mo Qi was alone, they were somewhat surprised. When they saw that he was a stranger, they were even more surprised. When they saw his low cultivation, their bodies trembled.
Anyone dares to meddle in other people's affairs?
One of the leaders raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you looking for a beating?"
Mo Qi said calmly, "I want to beat someone!"
He glanced at the person, who was a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, which gave him such confidence.
The leader-like person was amused to the point of speechlessness.
A person next to him said, "Brother Shangguan, don't waste your breath on him. People like this should just be eliminated. I estimate they are all outer disciples, and no one will pursue the matter if they die."
Shangguan Jixiang said, "Brother Ou, why don't we just drown him with a mouthful of spit each?"
Ou Zhaolun shook his head: "That's too gentle. I prefer something more brutal. Let's gouge out a piece of his flesh each and let him die in agony."
While these two were talking and laughing, the others were still kicking Ping Wu and the other person on the ground.
This was because they felt that dedicating more energy to Mo Qi would be a waste.
Now that two people were paying attention to him, it was already one and a half wasted, and only half would suffice.
Seeing the brutal demeanor of these people, Mo Qi's killing intent was aroused.
A powerful aura quietly spread out, enveloping the dozen or so people: "This is your final warning. I'll give you one last chance. I hope you will stop."
The people involuntarily stopped and looked at each other. Could this powerful pressure, which almost crushed their internal organs, really be coming from this weakling?
Shangguan Jixiang and Ou Zhaolun exchanged glances and gasped.
Having forgotten their pain once the wound healed, as Mo Qi's oppressive aura disappeared, these people quickly revealed their previous ferocity, even more so than before.
Shangguan Jixiang was furious and shouted, "You trash, how dare you try to scare people? Watch me kill you."