The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

It only took half a day for Ezra's feat of simultaneously helping a dozen people unblock their yarns to spread to the entire outer mountains. A commotion immediately swept through countless disciples, each and every one unable to believe the news.

The disciples that had practiced the Gossamer Steps technique were even more stupefied than their more ignorant counter parts. They were well aware that the hardest part of the technique was sensing the yarns, which required a tremendous amount of time.

There were only two months left before the peak selection exam, and everyone was intensifying their efforts, making time become a more and more precious commodity.

Many disciples had originally not taken it seriously, evidently believing that it was some kind of joke or farce. No one had imagined that this farce would result in such an outcome.

By now, it had already been proven that Ezra did possess the ability to help others knit their yarns.

Hence, the numerous disciples that were practicing the Gossamer Steps technique began to stir restlessly.

<A certain lecture hall in the rear mountain>

Roshi was currently explaining something to the disciples present when a disturbance was suddenly felt from outside. He immediately frowned slightly, but before he could say anything, someone barged in and shouted, "Ezra Zephyr has simultaneously helped a dozen disciples knit their yarns!"

The lecture hall was instantly flooded with noise, the numerous disciples within completely dumbstruck.

Roshi's reasoning from before had already convinced them that Ezra was merely a fraud. Who could have imagined that he would really succeed.

The many disciples in the lecture hall looked to each other. In the end, their gazes eventually turned towards Roshi, looking at him in a strange manner.

Roshi was clearly also stunned by the news, but his expression soon turned extremely dark and stormy. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, a clear sign of the violent rage that had surged out in his heart.

But he ultimately took in a deep breath, suppressing the alarm and anger inside as he said in an icy voice, "Mhm, that kid probably found some actors to put on a show with him!"

At this time, he would never accept that Ezra was more capable than himself.

However, the many disciples did not speak this time, their gazes flickering in thought.

They understood that it was basically impossible for Ezra to pull off any tricks with so many people watching. Roshi was just being stubbornly unreasonable.

Wouldn't this mean that Ezra did possess the astonishing capability to help others reach the first level of the Gossamer Steps technique in a month?

Everyone's hearts began to beat a little faster. If so, wouldn't this give them an advantage over others?

In addition, they had heard it only same five spirit jade pieces a day there, with a much more competitive result than Roshi's.

The atmosphere in the lecture hall had become rather bizarre. Although many were tempted, no one dared to display their true feelings for the time being.

After all, Roshi was here watching them, and it would not be good to offend him.

While the situation fell into a deadlock of sorts, the one who had barged in spoke again, "I've also heard that Ezra has set a quota, and will only be accepting a hundred people. Once it's full, he will not be teaching anyone else."

Uproar fell upon the hall.

Many were no longer able to sit still after hearing these words. The number of disciples practicing the Gossamer Steps technique in the outer mountains had already surpassed a hundred. If others beat them to it, won't they lose this chance?

The veins on Roshi's forehead twitched violently, his gaze akin to a knife as he looked towards the one who had spoken.

The latter's head seemed to shrink back, before he hurriedly escaped. However, it was already too late. The hearts of the disciples inside the lecture hall had already began to stir, no longer possible to repress.

"Aiyah, I have a stomachache, I have to go to the toilet." One of the disciples suddenly clutched his stomach, pale faced as he stood up and began staggering towards the exit.

Another equally quick witted disciple weakly said, "I'm also feeling a little unwell all of a sudden. It may be an inner injury I sustained in a practice bout yesterday. I'll be leaving first to rest."

"Come here my good brother, how can you be so careless. I'll help you back to rest."

"..."

The lecture hall immediately descended into chaos, all kinds of excuses flying left and right. None of the disciples dared to look at Roshi as they began to slip away one after another.

In a short few minutes, the originally slightly squeezy lecture hall had become quite empty.

Roshi's body trembled uncontrollably in anger as he watched the clearly acting disciples leave like a whirlwind.

Did they think he was clueless? Every one of these bastards was likely rushing to Ezra the moment they stepped out the door.

"Elder brother, what do we do?" Moshi watched everything happen with a pale face. He did not expect Ezra to be so merciless, forcing them into such a miserable state all of a sudden.

Roshi tightly gritted his teeth as a sliver of regret flitted past in his eyes. If he knew Ezra would be such a huge problem, he would not have offended the latter due to some petty little squabble of Moshi's.

However, he knew that there was no use regretting anything now, and his expression immediately turned ferocious.

"You disgusting brat, since you dare to cut off my income, don't blame me for what I will do!"

He had spent a great deal of effort to land this cushy job in the outer mountains. But now that everything had been ruined by Ezra Zephyr, he would not take things lying down.

Or he would likely become a laughing stock if this matter spread to the inner mountains.