Chapter 115

"And me."

Then, before he could even speak, the disciples jumped off their horses, threw down a sentence in a hurry, and turned to leave.

Their speed looked even faster than when they were riding just now.

Thousands of Profound Jianfeng disciples disappeared from the spot in less than ten breaths, leaving only the dumbfounded deacon and a group of demon horses full of question marks.

These demon horses had some intelligence, but it wasn't high, so they couldn't figure out overly complex problems.

They only knew that this time they went out, they seemed to have been running the whole way; other than that, they hadn't done anything.

Some of the more ruthless disciples didn't even give these demon horses a sip of water, causing a small portion of them to show symptoms of dehydration.

"Animals."

After checking these demon horses, he quickly reached a conclusion: because of the excessive fatigue from long-distance galloping, combined with the lack of water and food, they had collapsed from exhaustion.

The deacon cursed angrily. He had been in charge of the ranch for many years and had never seen such disciples. What would it have cost you to give the horse a drink of water?

Looking at the demon horses that were almost foaming at the mouth, the deacon felt incredibly heartbroken.

But the Profound Jianfeng disciples naturally knew nothing of this; they rushed back to the Profound Jianfeng and, without even returning to their residences, headed straight for the kitchen.

"Charge, charge, charge."

"I've been running for a day, I'm exhausted. If I don't eat a meal made by Junior Brother Ye Changqing, I won't recover."

The disciples returning from outside and the disciples who had been at the Profound Jianfeng met as expected at the corner.

The moment they saw each other, those Profound Jianfeng disciples who hadn't had time to go out on missions revealed bright smiles, and someone shouted loudly.

"Move! They've been tired for a day, the advantage is ours!"

"Charge!"

"Go!"

In an instant, both sides collided directly—soldier against soldier, general against general, chore disciple against chore disciple, outer sect disciple against outer sect disciple, inner sect disciple against inner sect disciple.

After a fierce battle, breakfast finally began.

Today's breakfast was hot and sour wontons, which happened to have the effect of restoring physical strength.

And this was intentional on Ye Changqing's part; knowing that many disciples had gone out to execute missions, he specifically chose this breakfast.

"Delicious, delicious."

"Eat well and don't talk. Don't you know that one shouldn't speak while eating? You've sprayed your spit all over my face."

A whirlwind of eating, but today it was a bit strange; after finishing breakfast, the disciples actually didn't rest.

In the past, after eating, everyone would chat in the kitchen for a while before leaving, but today, after finishing, almost all the disciples left immediately.

And their destination was naturally the main peak's mission hall.

First, hand in yesterday's missions, then accept new ones.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the mission hall deacon had just finished changing shifts and was talking about the Profound Jianfeng.

"Nothing happened yesterday, right?"

"No, they were very well-behaved, each only taking three missions."

"That's good..."

Before he could finish, a mighty group of Profound Jianfeng disciples flooded in from outside. Seeing this, the deacons' eyelids twitched, and they asked without any confidence.

"What... what are you doing?"

"Handing in missions."

Thousands of Profound Jianfeng disciples successively registered the missions they had completed.

And looking at these missions, the deacons were a bit confused.

If they remembered correctly, the missions these people were handing in now seemed to have been accepted only yesterday, right?

And almost everyone had accepted three missions, which meant they had completed three missions in one day? To be precise, in less than a day.

They completed the registration in a daze, and then the disciples chose new missions, still three per person.

After registering here with the deacon, they rushed out of the deacon hall in a swarm, taking no more than half an hour in total.

"This, this, this..."

"Should we tell the Hall Master?"

"How to say it? Each of them only accepted three missions, and they didn't violate any rules. What are we reporting?"

"That's true, at most the efficiency is a bit fast."

Looking at the array light screen that was more than half empty again, the deacons sighed helplessly. Just then, disciples from other peaks arrived.

This time was already considered very early, but when they walked into the mission hall and saw the array light screen, their footsteps stopped instantly.

"Why are there so few missions?"

"Could it be that the people from Profound Jianfeng have come again?"

"Impossible, right? Coming so early?"

Upon asking, they discovered it really was the Profound Jianfeng disciples who had come. The few were speechless. Fortunately, the deacons replenished the missions immediately, which finally stabilized things.

And at the ranch at the foot of the mountain, the deacon, who hadn't rested long, welcomed the Profound Jianfeng disciples again.

Seeing many familiar faces among them, the deacon asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you just return to the sect? Why are you going out again?"

"There are a lot of missions recently, please register quickly, Deacon."

"Strange, isn't the sect's mandatory mission only once a month? Why are these disciples..."

Since when were Dao One Sect disciples so busy? They hadn't been back in the sect for even an hour, and they were already going out again. It was truly strange.