I've already reached the Nascent Soul stage, and you're saying I didn't time travel?

Chapter 62 Stop smashing everything!
Magic City.

Wei Family Martial Arts School, Headquarters.

In the third-floor lounge, Wei Tong, who is over sixty years old, is adjusting the balance of Yin and Yang with a female disciple.

After finally transferring a large amount of yang energy into the other person's body, I suddenly received a message on my phone.

Wei Tong walked to the side with weak legs, opened the account, and saw that nine million had been deposited into his bank account.

"If we can get involved with that kid, making money is like picking up money off the ground. Three disciple slots can sell for nine million. Should we increase the number of disciple slots from ten to twenty?"

After thinking it over, Wei Tong decided not to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

At worst, the disciple levels can be further subdivided. Among the direct disciples, they can be further divided into core, true disciple, chief, etc., using resources, power, and reputation to differentiate them, and then charging different fees for different levels. It would be best if they had to pay every month, and if they didn't pay for a month, their level would drop immediately.

This should ensure a steady stream of income.

Just as Wei Tong began to consider the specific disciple ranking system, a series of urgent knocks came from outside:

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

Upon hearing that the voice came from his usually composed eldest disciple, Wei Tong did not delay any longer.

After getting dressed, he quickly left the lounge and saw that several people, including his eldest and second disciples, all looked flustered.

"What's the panic? What's there to panic about? Can't you see our martial arts school is thriving? You'll all be going out to oversee things for me in the future. What kind of behavior is this, rushing around like this every time something happens?!"

After Wei Tong's reprimand, the disciples remained silent.

Only the eldest disciple spoke urgently:

"Master, Qi Xuan revealed the truth in his live stream, saying that he cultivates the 'Swift Wind Palm'! Now everyone knows! People online are attacking us fiercely!"

"what?!"

Wei Tong's face suddenly darkened.

He took the tablet from his eldest disciple and started looking at it.

Normally, his account is managed by his eldest disciple.

Looking at it now, the account is almost completely flooded with all sorts of negative comments:
"That son of a bitch Wei Tong, how dare he deceive your Grandpa Zhou?!"

"How dare you recruit disciples using Qi Shen's name?!"

"Thank goodness Qi Shen exposed the truth, otherwise who knows how many more people would have been ruined and destroyed by you!"

"Wang Rui of the Assault Battalion is here! How dare that old scoundrel Wei insult the honor of our Qi God?! Why don't you just die?!"

……

Wei Tong looked at the comments below, his brows furrowing more and more as he read, until finally he simply lifted the ban.

He deliberately came out to ride on Qi Xuan's popularity, without worrying about being exposed. Besides the fact that few people understand Chinese martial arts and his deception skills are superb, the most crucial reason is that the protagonist of the incident, Qi Xuan, will not come out to clarify anything.

The other party is far away on the floating continent and there is no way to contact them. They have no way of knowing what happened on Blue Star, let alone knowing that I am using their name to deceive people. By the time the other party comes down from the floating continent, they may already be dead.

So from the very beginning, Weitong wasn't worried about the clarification at all.

But no matter how much he planned, Qi Xuan actually revealed the name of his martial arts technique on the spot.

Although this matter is tricky, it is not beyond saving.

Several ideas popped into his mind in an instant.

However, before he could arrange for someone to carry it out, his second disciple suddenly changed his expression and said urgently:
"Master, look at this!!"

Wei Tong took the laptop and looked at it; he immediately saw the following headline on social media:

Unveiling the Secrets to Wei Tong's Wealth Accumulation in the Wei Family Fist Style!

Wei Tong, originally named Peng Zicai, was imprisoned three times for tomb raiding. During his last imprisonment, he accidentally obtained a copy of the Wei Family Boxing manual from the tomb of a Ming Dynasty general. From then on, he changed his name to Wei Tong and traveled around as a successor of the Wei Family Boxing, building martial arts schools and laundering money...

Wei Tong became increasingly alarmed as he looked at the scene, and his face grew paler with each passing moment.

Because everything written on it, including his real name and all his experiences, is fucking true!
The problem is that he has been clearing his name for a long time, and he can't even find much of his past information now. How could the other party investigate so thoroughly in such a short time?
Just thinking about the power behind this sends chills down Wei Tong's spine.

Could it be that some important figure has taken action against him?
Wei Tong was filled with doubt and quickly checked his phone number, preparing to ask some people through his connections.

But before he could even dial the number, a loud "bang" suddenly came from below, accompanied by a series of noisy sounds.

"Fuck you, give me my money back!" "You old scoundrel Wei, get out here right now!"

"If you don't come out now, I'll tear your building down!!"

……

Looking down from upstairs, one can see a large group of people who have appeared from all directions and are now gathered at the entrance of the martial arts school, completely blocking the entrance.

"It's terrible, Master! Our martial arts school has been blocked!"

"All the students are yelling for a refund!"

"A coach has already been assaulted!"

……

A group of disciples rushed in in a panic, as bad news kept pouring in.

Wei Tong looked down at the angry crowd and felt a sense of fear as well.

The thugs won't reason with him. If he goes down there and gets caught by them, he'll probably be beaten to death on the spot and no one will care.

The situation was dire, and Wei Tong immediately decided to flee.

He gave some instructions to the disciples in front of him, then changed his clothes, disguised himself, and prepared to slip out through the back door.

Unfortunately, the back door was also blocked.

He had only taken a few steps when he was immediately recognized by sharp-eyed students:
"That old scoundrel Wei is here! Everyone, attack together! Don't let him get away!"

The surrounding crowd immediately swarmed over.

The disciples quickly stepped in front of him to stop them.

You can stop people, but you can't stop them from throwing things away.

Shoes, water bottles, backpacks, and even cell phones were thrown at Wei Tong one after another.

In just a few seconds, Wei Tong was left battered and bruised, his face swollen and bruised.

Just then, several capable-looking men burst in from outside.

"Give in, give in."

"Stop smashing everything!"

Several people escorted Wei Tong into a van.

After showing his identification, Wei Tong finally recovered from the shock of being kidnapped and repeatedly thanked the officials.

A short while later, the van stopped in front of the guesthouse.

Only after entering the guesthouse and drinking hot tea served by a staff member did Wei Tong vent his dissatisfaction to everyone present, accusing the rioters of harming him and demanding that the authorities severely punish them.

The official in charge of hospitality said with a smile:
"Mr. Wei, you can rest assured that we will do our best to protect your rights."

"However, before we can protect your rights, we need you to cooperate with us to do a test."

As he spoke, the official waved his hand.

Immediately, a guard brought over wooden blocks of different species, each about the thickness of an arm, and placed them one by one in front of Wei Tong.

"We would like to ask Mr. Wei to demonstrate the power of the Wei Family Fist to us."

Looking at the smiling officials and then at the solid wooden blocks placed in front of him, Wei Tong's face gradually turned pale.

……

An hour later, the official announcement was released:

Wei Tong was criminally detained, all 18 Wei Family Martial Arts Schools nationwide were shut down, and refunds were issued to students who had paid for their martial arts lessons in an orderly manner.

In addition, a reporting channel has been opened to address various fraudulent activities, such as charging for martial arts instruction, and a thorough investigation will be conducted nationwide.

In an instant, the atmosphere across the country became much cleaner.

(End of this chapter)