Chapter 113

The disciples of the Profound Jianfeng who received the mission had by now arrived one after another at the Dao One Sect's horse ranch.

All the horses of the Dao One Sect were kept here; naturally, these were no ordinary horses, as even the lowest-grade ones were half-demon existences, and the high-grade ones included demon horses at the Mystic Demon Realm.

The disciples chose suitable horses according to their actual circumstances.

The deacon in charge of the ranch was dumbfounded by the sudden influx of so many disciples.

"What are you all..."

"Renting horses. Deacon, please, I need a Black Scale Horse."

"I want a Dragon Horse."

"I need a Dragon Horse here too."

"And me."

"I'll take a Wind Chaser."

"I need a Lightning Chaser here."

With the many disciples taking one horse after another, more than half of the low-grade horses in the ranch were gone in an instant, leaving behind almost nothing but high-grade horses.

"Fellow brothers, remember our goal: be fast."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother."

"Good, then see you back at the sect."

"Good."

At the ranch entrance, a dark mass of Profound Jianfeng disciples riding various grades of demon horses bid each other farewell before quickly scattering and leaving the sect in different directions.

The ranch deacon, who had witnessed the entire process, remained completely bewildered.

"Why are so many disciples heading out today?"

The demon horses raised at the Dao One Sect's ranch were primarily provided for the use of sect disciples when they needed to go out.

Demon horses were very fast, but renting them required sect points, and the price varied drastically depending on the rank of the demon horse.

Low-grade horses were fine, but high-grade horses were not something ordinary disciples could afford to rent; even if they had the sect points, no one would waste them here—wouldn't it be better to save them for elixirs or techniques?

Not long after the Profound Jianfeng disciples left, disciples from other peaks arrived one after another.

Some had matters requiring them to leave the sect, some were completing missions, and others had different business.

But when they arrived at the ranch and took a look, they were instantly dumbfounded.

In this vast ranch, only two or three scattered low-grade demon horses remained.

"My god, was this ranch robbed?"

Compared to previous visits, half the demon horses that could be seen everywhere were now gone.

It was simply absurd, but after the shock, these few disciples still rented horses and left the sect.

Subsequently, every batch of disciples that arrived at the ranch was shocked by this scene.

As time passed, the demon horses in the ranch became fewer and fewer, until finally, all the low-grade demon horses were completely gone.

When more disciples arrived and looked at the empty low-grade demon horse area, their scalps went numb.

"What the hell? Where are the horses? Where the hell did all those horses go?"

They instantly felt like they'd been screwed; the mission was accepted, but the horses were gone.

After asking the deacon, they learned that all the low-grade demon horses had already been rented out, and now only high-grade ones remained.

But upon asking the price, the faces of these disciples instantly turned pale—they couldn't afford this at all.

They were all ordinary outer sect disciples; not to mention whether they had enough sect points, even if they did, their cultivation bases made it difficult to control high-grade demon horses.

Seeing the disciples' uncertain expressions, the deacon also said helplessly.

"Why don't you wait a day? Some disciples might return tomorrow, and then some low-grade demon horses might become available."

"That's all we can do."

Sighing helplessly, the few turned back toward the sect, having wasted an entire day, feeling extremely depressed.

Other disciples arrived later, but almost all returned in disappointment; without a demon horse, they couldn't possibly run there on foot.

Except for the few disciples who raised their own demon beasts, the others had no choice but to turn back and wait until tomorrow when there would be demon horses again before setting off.

The incident at the ranch did not attract attention; everyone thought it was just a coincidence.

As for the Profound Jianfeng, there were significantly fewer people at dinner, and many disciples finally got to eat the kitchen food they had been longing for, feeling incredibly happy.

However, after eating, the disciples quickly rushed to the main peak to accept missions.

The food was too delicious, and they didn't want to miss out on it in the future, so they had to start cultivating with all their might now.

The main peak at night welcomed another wave of Profound Jianfeng disciples; although the number was much smaller, it still made the mission hall deacon feel anxious.

Fortunately, these disciples were very well-behaved, each taking only three missions and never more.

The only trouble was that when they got to the ranch, there were no low-grade demon horses left.

Regarding this, the Profound Jianfeng disciples put their heads together and simply decided to go to Sanyuan City to rent horses.

The Profound Jianfeng became very quiet that night, with over eighty percent of the disciples out executing missions.

Being this quiet all of a sudden made people feel a bit unaccustomed to it.

Outside the Dao One Sect, numerous Profound Jianfeng disciples were galloping tirelessly through the night.

After galloping all the way to the mission location, although it was already late at night, this Profound Jianfeng outer sect disciple did not rest at all and went straight to the Squire's house in town.

"I am a disciple of the Dao One Sect. Tell me the situation."

Seeing the Dao One Sect disciple arrive in the middle of the night, the Squire, who had already gone to sleep, still received him warmly.

But seeing his anxious appearance, the Squire asked curiously.

"Immortal Master, look, it's quite late now, why don't we..."

"No need, I'm very busy. Just tell me the situation."

Although puzzled, the Squire told him the truth about the evil spirits in the town.

Hearing this, the disciple pondered for a moment, thought of a way to lure the snake out of its hole, and immediately began ordering the Squire to arrange manpower.

Without any intention of resting, the evil spirit was successfully lured out and slain.

Having completed the mission, the disciple jumped onto his horse, glanced at the sky, and muttered to himself.

"There should be enough time to make it back for breakfast."

This disciple completed the three missions he had accepted in less than a day, and then, under the complex gazes of the Squire and others, he disappeared into the night and rushed back to the Dao One Sect.

From entering the small town to slaying the evil spirit, the time spent was no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.