Chapter 58: One row

Ye Changqing watched all this, dumbfounded. Another person who was just as confused as him was the center of the whole thing, Jin Min.

Jin Min, who was also busy eating in the crowd, heard the loud shouts of many disciples and looked up blankly, with rice grains still sticking to the corners of her mouth.

Especially when she saw the Senior Brother in the crowd, Jin Min really wanted to shout loudly, "I didn't say these things, don't slander me."

However, these disciples were already worked up. Before Jin Min could even speak, that Senior Brother had already brought everyone over and said seriously to Jin Min.

"Junior Sister Jin Min, thank you for teaching Senior Brother this principle. Don't worry, what you can do, Senior Brother will definitely be able to do too."

"Thank you, Junior Sister Jin Min."

The group of disciples behind also bowed and thanked her one after another. After the words were spoken, before Jin Min could reply, the group of people left in a mighty force.

Leaving only Jin Min, who was left standing there foolishly. No, what did I say?

For a time, the heroic words of going out for training and braving the forbidden lands swept through the entire Divine Sword Peak like a hurricane.

Many disciples were clamoring to learn from Jin Min, to achieve freedom to eat, and to firmly grasp eating in their own hands.

Moreover, through the discussion of these disciples, it was not cost-effective to just go out for training. Before that, they could go to the main peak's Mission Hall to take on some missions.

In this way, they could train and earn sect points. When they returned to the sect, they could use these sect points to exchange for techniques, pills, divine weapons, etc.

It could be described as a virtuous cycle.

"Senior Brother is a great talent."

Hearing this concept, many disciples gave a thumbs up and admired him sincerely.

"Fellow disciples, you flatter me. Senior Brother just had a sudden inspiration. However, going out for training will definitely take a long time, so you can take on more missions. This point needs attention."

"Senior Brother, don't worry, we understand this."

From the next day, disciples from Divine Sword Peak left the sect one after another to go out for training.

Of course, before leaving, they didn't forget to go to the main peak's Mission Hall to take on missions first.

This led to the appearance of many Divine Sword Peak disciples with injuries and bandages in the Mission Hall over the past two days.

"Are these Divine Sword Peak disciples too desperate? They are injured and still want to take on missions?"

"That's why this Divine Sword Peak is sick."

Regarding this, other disciples avoided them. Being like this and still coming to take on missions was simply crazy.

However, when they saw how the Divine Sword Peak disciples took on missions, they couldn't stay calm one by one.

Normally, disciples from various peaks took on missions by first checking the mission content and then picking a suitable one.

Divine Sword Peak disciples were the same, also checking the mission content first, but they didn't look at one or two, but a row or two.

They saw the Divine Sword Peak disciples come to the array that displayed the missions.

The array projected a light screen, on which many missions were neatly arranged, and they were also distinguished by star levels.

However, after observing for a while, the words of one of the Divine Sword Peak disciples directly made everyone around them unable to react.

"Trouble the deacon, I'll take this row of missions."

"What?"

Hearing this, the Mission Hall deacon responsible for registration was stunned and looked blankly at this Divine Sword Peak disciple.

Hearing this, the Divine Sword Peak disciple repeated it again.

"I'll take all the missions in this vertical row."

Confirming that he hadn't heard wrong, the deacon was completely numb. He had been in the Mission Hall for over a hundred years and thought he had seen many disciples of all kinds.

Some disciples did like to take on several missions at once, but at most it was five or six. There were almost none with over ten.

And this Divine Sword Peak disciple opened his mouth and asked for a whole row.

This row of missions had at least twenty or thirty. Are you here to do wholesale?

Straightening his face, the deacon said seriously.

"This disciple, the Dao One Sect does not allow the transfer or resale of missions."

"Disciple doesn't mean that. These missions will naturally be completed by the disciple personally. Does the sect have a rule that there is an upper limit to taking on missions?"

Good fellow, it's not against the rules. Once these words were spoken, the deacon was speechless.

In the end, under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, he registered for this Divine Sword Peak disciple, and more than thirty missions disappeared from the light screen instantly.

Dao One Sect missions, after someone takes them, cannot be taken repeatedly until they fail.

After taking the missions, this Divine Sword Peak disciple turned and left, without any hesitation, a look of determination in his eyes. This time going out, he would either succeed or die.

Watching his back, disciples from various peaks present whispered to each other.

"Look, I said the Divine Sword Peak disciples all have problems."

"Not just problems, I feel it's more serious than a while ago."

"Yeah, not only are there three large-scale sparring sessions every day, but taking on missions is also so crazy now, sigh..."

He had thought this should just be an individual case, but as more and more Divine Sword Peak disciples came to the Mission Hall, and they all took on a row at a time.

Either a horizontal row or a vertical row.

Visibly, the missions in the Mission Hall decreased rapidly. In the end, only a few three-star and four-star missions, as well as five-star missions with extremely high difficulty, remained.

This made the disciples of other peaks unable to sit still. Damn it, if this continues, I'm afraid all the missions will be taken by Divine Sword Peak.

Sure enough, seeing a Divine Sword Peak disciple walk over and stand in front of the light screen, before he could speak, disciples from other peaks said.

"Have you Divine Sword Peak disciples gone crazy enough? How can you take on missions like this, one row to the left and one row to the right, taking them row by row."

There was almost a crying tone in the words. It was really enough. Everyone came here to take on missions. What are you Divine Sword Peak disciples trying to do?

However, to this, the Divine Sword Peak disciple just glanced at them lightly and said something that made people want to vomit blood.

"Why, does the sect rule say you can't take them row by row?"

"You..."

Then he didn't care about these disciples and turned to look at the deacon next to the light screen.

Sensing the gaze, the deacon didn't know why, but he seemed to see his body tremble slightly, and his face turned a bit pale.

"Are there no more whole rows? Then pack up all the remaining three-star missions for me."

"Pack... pack up?"

"Mm, pack up, and then I'll look for some suitable four-star missions."

It was the first time he had heard the word "pack up" in the Mission Hall, and that wasn't enough; he actually wanted to pick a few more.

The deacon was speechless, and many disciples were angry.

"You Divine Sword Peak are bullying people too much."

"Fine, fine, fine, you Divine Sword Peak are not acting like humans, right? Wait, I'll go to the Law Enforcement Hall to report you."

"Let's go together."

Many disciples' eyes were red. Now they couldn't even take on missions.

And facing the angry shouts and threats of so many disciples, this Divine Sword Peak disciple turned a deaf ear. After registering the missions, he strode away.

This time going out, likewise, he would either succeed or die.