Chapter 64: The Horses Are Gone

He felt that these Sword Peak disciples were acting strangely, but as it was his duty, the Deacon could not stop them from renting the demon horses.

However, facing the Sword Peak disciples, the Deacon reminded them with lingering fear.

"It's fine for you to rent the demon horses, but you must not intentionally abuse them. Situations like not giving them water must absolutely not happen."

"Yes, yes, yes. Deacon, just hurry up and register us."

The Sword Peak disciples nodded repeatedly. They were only thinking about completing their tasks quickly. They probably wouldn't make it for lunch, but if they were fast, dinner should be possible.

Facing the disciples' urging, the Deacon’s mouth twitched. "Like hell they won't."

He had just done a rough count and found that over three hundred of the demon horses rented out yesterday were dehydrated and exhausted. They would definitely need a few days of rest.

After registering them and collecting the sect points, the disciples hurried to the horse farm to pick their horses.

However, seeing the Sword Peak disciples approaching, the demon horses actually performed the incredible action of backing away.

Looking at the Sword Peak disciples as if they were facing a group of demons, the horses couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Some horses even refused to move at all after a disciple mounted them, stubbornly refusing to step out of the farm.

"Hey, Deacon, what's wrong with your horses? They won't move at all."

It wasn't just one or two; most of the horses that had been rented out yesterday were acting this way.

As the Deacon hurried over, the demon horses looked at him pitifully, as if saying, "Save me."

"That... they don't seem to want to go out with you."

His mouth twitched violently as he said this, feeling extremely depressed. "What kind of people are these? Even the demon horses dislike them."

Hearing this, the disciples were having none of it. They glared fiercely at the horses beneath them, their tone calm but icy cold.

"Listen well. I'm in a hurry. If you dare to delay my mealtime, I'll kill you, understand?"

Killing intent radiated from them involuntarily. Feeling these waves of intent, the Deacon panicked.

"What do you want to do? You must not harm these demon horses!"

To the Deacon’s surprise, as soon as the disciples finished speaking, the horses that had refused to move a moment ago suddenly acted as if they had been injected with stimulants, rushing out of the farm like the wind and disappearing in no time.

"What the hell..."

Facing this, the Deacon gritted his teeth and cursed. "Are you kidding me? They wouldn't move a second ago!"

If the demon horses could speak, they would surely reply, "It’s not a question of moving or not. If I miss the meal, I’ll die! That killing intent wasn't a joke."

The intuition of demon beasts is naturally much sharper than that of humans, and their perception of killing intent is the same. Therefore, the horses were certain that the Sword Peak disciples were not joking.

Daring to delay their meal meant certain death, so they chose to submit—it was definitely not cowardice.

They continued to gallop. To save time on drinking water, many disciples even took out their own water bags for the horses to drink while running.

"Drinking is fine, but don't stop. I'm really in a rush."

After the Sword Peak disciples left, disciples from other peaks arrived at the horse farm one after another, mostly those who hadn't managed to rent a horse yesterday.

"Deacon, are there any demon horses today?"

Facing the disciples' inquiry, the Deacon’s expression was ugly.

"Still none."

"Still none? Why?"

"The people from Sword Peak were just here."

Hearing this, the disciples were stunned, and then their faces darkened. Just then, a disciple noticed the few hundred horses remaining in the farm and said, dissatisfied.

"Aren't there still some here?"

"These horses can't be ridden; they need to rest for a few days."

Led by the Deacon, the disciples went up and discovered that the hundreds of horses were all listless and weak.

"How could this happen?"

One had to know that the Profound Heaven Sect took very careful care of their demon horses; such a situation had never occurred before.

Under the disciples' questioning, the Deacon had no choice but to tell the whole story. Learning it was the Sword Peak disciples again, someone couldn't help but curse angrily.

"A bunch of brutes."

"They don't even spare the horses."

There was no other way. Since the low-level demon horses at the farm were gone, they had to choose high-level ones. But most disciples either didn't have enough sect points or lacked the cultivation base to control them.

Finally, someone suggested just going to Sanyuan City to rent horses.

This suggestion immediately gained the approval of many disciples.

But when they arrived at Sanyuan City to ask, damn it, there were no horses there either.

"Where are the horses? You have such a large trading firm, and you don't even have a few low-level demon horses?"

Completely exasperated, they asked in a fit of pique.

Facing Profound Heaven Sect disciples, the shopkeeper didn't dare to offend them and could only smile bitterly.

"Didn't a large group of your Profound Heaven Sect disciples come to rent horses yesterday? All our low-level demon horses were rented out. It’s not just us; the low-level horses at other firms in Yiyuan City have also been rented out."

"Do you know which peak they are from?"

"Sword Peak."

"It's them again..."

Learning it was the Sword Peak disciples again, everyone gritted their teeth, fists clenched, their bodies trembling slightly with anger.

The horses at the sect farm were gone, and the horses in the three surrounding major cities were also gone, and without exception, this was all the work of Sword Peak disciples.

What were they trying to do? Were all the Sword Peak disciples going out at the same time?

Ever since they inexplicably wiped out Black Tiger Abyss, Sword Peak had become increasingly unreasonable.

First, they emptied the Task Hall, accepting tasks row by row, and now they had rented out all the low-level horses around the sect.

A disciple couldn't help but roar at the sky.

"This is too much! I, Li Qiang, swear to be irreconcilable with Sword Peak!"

Hearing the disciple’s roar, the shopkeeper was confused. "These are fellow sect brothers; why are they acting like they're irreconcilable enemies?"

Unaware of the plight of the other disciples, after breakfast and an hour of rest, Ye Changqing got up and walked toward the Task Hall on the main peak.

He hadn't done his mandatory task for the month yet, so he planned to check the Task Hall.

Arriving at the Task Hall, he browsed through the one-star tasks.

"Pick one that's closer and simpler."

He calculated in his heart and soon selected a task to slay an evil spirit.

It wasn't far from the Profound Heaven Sect, and the evil spirit wasn't strong—just a Gray-Heart Ghost, equivalent to a human cultivator at the Qi-Sensing realm.

"That's the one."

He accepted the task and registered with the Deacon.

During the process, the Deacon at the Task Hall asked with a strange expression.

"Are you a Sword Peak disciple?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"No."

Then Ye Changqing heard the Deacon mutter softly.

"A Sword Peak disciple who only accepts one task? That's truly rare."

"It is truly rare to see a disciple from Divine Sword Peak who only accepts one mission."