After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chu Xinglan looked coldly at the indignant disciples around him, but his heart was not greatly moved.

In other words, he had already thought of this outcome the moment he took action.

Wang Meng looked at him smugly, as if he had completely forgotten how embarrassed he was just now.

"As far as I know, just this afternoon, Chu Xinglan relied on his status to make a lot of money with lunch boxes, and many disciples had to pay out spirit stones."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy scene became quiet for a moment, and then more people started cursing.

"That lunch box was really sold by Chu Xinglan? Wasn't he a middle-aged fat guy?"

"That fat guy can say it himself. It was the lunch box that Chu Xinglan and the old ancestor had agreed on."

"Fuck, I get angry when I mention this. The fat guy clearly said that I could win if I ate the lunch box, but after he knocked me off the ring, he mocked me for not eating the fat guy's lunch box."

"Later I found out that he ate three boxes by himself."

After hearing this, the disciple next to him looked at him curiously, "Is that lunch box really useful?"

"..."

In short, the disciples who originally didn’t know that Chu Xinglan sold boxed lunches now know about it.

It’s okay for those who won the game, but those disciples who spent spirit stones and still lost all looked at Chu Xinglan with changed eyes.

Chu Xinglan looked at Wang Meng and asked in confusion, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary.

"What do you think I am doing? Selling lunch boxes?"

Of course he knew about selling lunch boxes, but when did he start selling them himself?

Wang Meng sneered as if he had caught him.

"How dare you do it but not admit it? An ordinary box lunch costs five low-grade spirit stones. Why don't you go and rob it?"

"In just this afternoon, I'm afraid I'll have to sell tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones."

"My junior brother went to the dining hall to ask about it. You had people rob the dining hall, so there wasn't enough food for lunch."

"In order to make money, you actually disregarded all the disciples of the sect. How can you still have the face to stay in Cangqiong Mountain!"

"Do you really think of Cangqiong Mountain as your own home?"

Not far away, Song Ling raised his hand and wiped his face, saying with emotion, "What a sin!"

The disciples around him, on the other hand, had never participated in the crusade against Chu Xinglan, and they looked at him hesitantly, wanting to say something.

"Uncle Junior Master, should we help him clarify this? It's obvious that this matter has nothing to do with the young ancestor."

"After that fat guy left here, he has been intentionally or unintentionally spreading the word that he is protected by the young ancestor and that the old ancestor has eaten his lunch box."

"How can we explain the rumors that have been spreading for so long?"

Although Song Ling is not very old, his identity means that he has witnessed too many things like this.

Now Wang Meng has put the blame on Chu Xinglan. Even if the fat man comes out to testify that this matter has nothing to do with Chu Xinglan, everyone will just think that he was threatened and dared not tell the truth.

There is a huge class gap between a disciple directly taught by an ancestor and an ordinary logistics disciple.

How could anyone believe that he would dare to use Chu Xinglan and the old ancestor's names as excuses on his own initiative?

So, there is no point in explaining this.

Chu Xinglan obviously understood this principle. It takes only one mouth to spread a rumor, but it takes a lot of effort to refute it.

So he was too lazy to argue with Wang Meng. Given his current situation, falling into Wang Meng's rhythm and being forced to prove himself would always be a disadvantage.

The best way now is to defeat magic with magic and put the blame back on others.

"You said so much, but you are just dissatisfied with the fact that the ancestor accepted me as a disciple. However, the decision-making power of this matter has never been in my hands. If you are dissatisfied, go and tell the ancestor directly and recommend yourself."

"Now you are belittling and throwing tantrums, but you still don't dare?"

"Do you really think that I, Chu Xinglan, am a soft persimmon that you can squeeze at will?"

At this point, Chu Xinglan seemed to have thought of something again, "No matter whether I can still be the ancestor's disciple in the future, at least I am one now."

"As an inner sect disciple, who gave you the courage to mock your elders and call them Chu Xinglan?"

"Am I not qualified to teach you a lesson?"

Chu Xinglan's words came like a string of cannonballs, and Wang Meng's expression changed.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Chu Xinglan was so shameless that he would actually use his status to bully others in front of so many people.

But on this point, he had no way to refute it.

Because of this farce between the two, the entire competition was suspended. Xu Zhuo and several elders who had originally left rushed back after hearing the news.

Xu Yan, the elder of the Discipline Hall, looked at the noisy scene and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"What's all the fuss about?"

His impartiality and ruthlessness were well-known in Cangqiong Mountain. All of a sudden, all the disciples who had been joining in the commotion became quiet and returned to their seats like quails, fearing that he would notice them.

With everyone moving like this, Chu Xinglan, who was still on the ring, and Wang Meng, who was tall and had half of his face swollen, suddenly became particularly conspicuous.

Chu Xinglan glanced at Xu Yan. He didn’t have much impression of this guy, except that he had seen him from afar when Mo Lin was punished.

Wang Meng quickly straightened his clothes and followed the referee in saluting Xu Yan.

"I've met Master."

Chu Xinglan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Wang Meng was actually Xu Yan's disciple. Subconsciously, his impression of Xu Yan was much worse.

It seems that what I thought just now was correct. The referee didn't call the start button and let Wang Meng yell. It turned out that they were an accomplice.

I just don’t know how Xu Yan will deal with this.

Wang Meng quickly recounted what had just happened, and then looked at Chu Xinglan with grievance.

"..."

At this time, Xu Yan looked at Chu Xinglan with a stern gaze, and his voice was sharp.

"Is what Wang Meng said true?"

"Although you are the disciple of the ancestor, as long as you are still in Cang Qiong Mountain, you must abide by the rules of Cang Qiong Mountain, and as an elder, you should set an example."

The tendency of this statement was quite obvious. Chu Xinglan sneered, but he was not too surprised.

He was the first one to come to Cangqiong Mountain, and there were always people who were dissatisfied. He never thought that all the elders of Cangqiong Mountain would accept him.

Mu Chen should be an exception, but Chu Xinglan felt that he really understood the attitude of Xu Yan and those elders who had been watching the fun this time.

Before Chu Xinglan could explain, Song Ling became unhappy and walked directly to the middle of the square, looking at Xu Yan with his back straight.

"I don't quite agree with what Elder Xu said."

"You only listened to your disciple's one-sided words and made a direct judgment. You are so arbitrary. Is this how you usually manage the Discipline Hall?"

"Wang Meng made sarcastic remarks and insults at first, and then he lied and incited the disciples to provoke opposition within the sect. Doesn't he deserve to be beaten?"