Chapter 69: The Development of Things Gradually Begins to Go Wrong

No one in the Profound Heaven Sect knew about the Tiger Ridge incident, and no one would have thought that a disciple would dare to provoke a Demon King.

In the kitchen, Ye Changqing had just finished cultivating and took a sip of water from his tea mug.

"Open character panel."

[Host: Ye Changqing.]

[Identity: Profound Heaven Sect handyman disciple.]

[Cultivation: Pulse-Clearing Realm Perfection (86351/100000)]

[Technique: Heart-Clarifying Art, Perfection (10000/10000)]

[Nine-Pulse Art, Perfection (30000/30000)]

[Spell: Shadow Blade, Perfection (10000/10000)]

[Seven-Star Step, Perfection (10000/10000)]

[Spirit Wall, Great Success (25687/30000)]

[Fame: Reputation gradually appearing.]

[Talent: Mid-grade High-tier (26587/50000)]

[Root Bone: Mid-grade High-tier (62546/70000)]

[Comprehension: High-grade High-tier (7762/200000)]

After a period of hard cultivation, the improvement was not small. His cultivation had reached the Pulse-Clearing Realm Perfection, and he would soon break through to the Core Formation Realm.

There was also the Nine-Pulse Art at perfection, and his comprehension had also improved to High-grade High-tier.

Hard work finally paid off. Satisfied, he closed the character panel, took his teacup to the recliner to rest for a while, and it was almost time to prepare dinner.

"Speaking of which, the Task Hall seems very lively lately."

He had been to the Task Hall a few times, and every time he went, it was crowded with people. And now, the tasks in the Task Hall were basically snatched up the moment they were released.

Especially the low-star tasks, which were even harder to find.

The disciples' enthusiasm for doing tasks was very high, and the competition was fierce.

To this, Ye Changqing only expressed that he didn't want to join the fun. He had competed enough in his previous life; in this life, he just wanted to live a little more easily.

"Doing more tasks is also good. After all, the stronger the sect, the more securely I can hide."

He smiled slightly and muttered softly.

Little did he know, the Task Hall on the main peak was already in complete chaos, with many disciples cursing angrily.

"Snatch them all again?"

"Enough! Don't these Sword Peak disciples ever rest?"

"I'm really defeated. How many rounds of tasks do you accept in a day? Just do it once. Give others a chance!"

"Deacon, are there no new tasks yet?"

"Hurry up and release new tasks! We've been waiting for half an hour!"

When it came to snatching, Sword Peak was simply outstanding. Even if disciples from other peaks joined forces, they had never taken advantage of Sword Peak disciples.

Seeing that they weren't opponents, the disciples from other peaks learned to be obedient and just competed.

But as they competed, everyone found that they couldn't even compete.

These Sword Peak disciples were simply excessively fierce, accepting several rounds of tasks a day, each one acting like they had been injected with stimulants.

Now, wanting to accept a task was like crossing a tribulation. Without going through layers of hardship, let alone accepting a task, even getting close to the array light screen was impossible.

Only Sword Peak disciples were the exception. The movement techniques of these guys were awesome, shuttling through the crowd, slippery like mud loaches, sliding past in a flash.

After waiting for half an hour without new tasks going online, the disciples were anxious. But at this moment, the Deacons of the Task Hall and the Hall Master, the Third Elder, were even more anxious.

"Hall Master, there really are none left. One-star and two-star tasks are all gone, and there are only a dozen three-star tasks left."

In the backyard of the Task Hall, a group of Deacons surrounded the Third Elder, all saying with bitter expressions.

Having lived for so many years, it was the first time they had encountered such a thing. The disciples under their sect had actually finished all the sect tasks.

Before, the sect specifically stipulated mandatory tasks, wasn't it just to let the disciples complete them?

Before, you didn't care about the tasks and needed the sect to force them. Now, it was the complete opposite: the disciples wanted to do tasks, but the sect had none.

Listening to the complaints of the many Deacons below, the Third Elder also frowned.

"Why would it be like this? Weren't there many before?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Deacons said almost in unison.

"It's all because of Sword Peak."

Sword Peak. Hearing these three words, the Third Elder only felt a tightness in his heart. It was truly a case of "fearing what you expect," but he still asked with a stiff scalp.

"Are they not following the rules again?"

"No, Sword Peak disciples still only accept three tasks per person each time."

"Then why..."

Since the Sword Peak disciples were very honest, how could such a situation occur? The Third Elder was suspicious, but soon a Deacon gave the answer.

"Their efficiency is too fast."

"Although they accept few at a time, they come every day. The most exaggerated one completed eight tasks in one day. We don't even know how he did it."

They accepted few but came many times. They had long been numbed by the Sword Peak disciples.

Even the Third Elder’s eyes widened when he heard this.

"Eight tasks in one day?"

"What kind of god is this? Do you think you're eating buns, one on the left and one on the right?"

"Actually, if it were just Sword Peak like this, it wouldn't be so bad. But after being stimulated, disciples from other peaks also started..."

After a pause, the Deacons added.

"The source is still Sword Peak."

Saying this in a deep voice, the Third Elder seemed to be able to understand the troubles of the Second Senior Brother, Shi Song, before.

"Should I go to Sword Peak?"

He thought to himself, but soon shook his head and denied it. What could he do by going to Sword Peak? They were already very orderly, only accepting three tasks each time.

As for being too diligent, shouldn't this be praised? How could he go and blame them?

So there was no good reason to go to Sword Peak.

But outside was a mess. After thinking for a moment, the Third Elder made an unprecedented decision.

"Close it temporarily."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, the Deacons were stunned, and the Third Elder said angrily.

"What else can we do? There are no tasks, so why keep the Task Hall open? Close it temporarily."

Closing the Task Hall was definitely the first time since the founding of the Profound Heaven Sect.

Soon, the Deacons left and came to the main hall, looking at the noisy disciples.

"Quiet!"

Following the Deacon’s words, everyone slowly quieted down, and then they heard the Deacons ask the disciples to wait outside temporarily.

"Disciples, do not gather in the main hall. Please exit the main hall and wait."

They didn't know why, but the disciples obediently exited the Task Hall. They thought they were just waiting outside, but who would have thought that just as everyone exited the Task Hall, with a bang, the Task Hall door actually closed.

"What does this mean?"

"Can't you understand this? The Task Hall is closed."

This operation left the disciples stunned. Inside the door, the voices of the Deacons came again.

"From this moment on, the Task Hall is temporarily closed. The opening time will be notified separately."

"Holy..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples were stunned in place. "Has the Task Hall been closed because of the competition?"

Looking at the Deacons in the main hall, they all showed a look of relief. Although closing the Task Hall didn't look glorious, at least they could have peace for two days.