Chapter 1035: I, the hall master, can't go on like this

The development of events somewhat exceeded the expectations of these new disciples.

I thought becoming a menial disciple would give me more opportunities, but damn, even the menial disciples of Dao Yi Shengdi aren't simple.

Besides the original menial disciples, many are also demoted from outer door disciples to menial disciples.

Their strength is completely comparable to outer door disciples; now it's great, damn, they come to compete with menial disciples for food.

The most outrageous part is that someone even saw a Shī xiōng with the cultivation of a False Image Realm wearing menial disciple robes.

"Shī xiōng, you've reached the False Image Realm, so why are you still a menial disciple?"

"Oh, I made a mistake earlier and got demoted."

"Huh???"

"Even inner door disciples are like this? And you say what you say, what's with that unstoppable smile?"

"This Shī xiōng naturally is because lately he can eat every day, and being a menial disciple is comfortable."

"The key point is, even if demoted to menial disciple, cultivation resources can still be made up."

"Just do a few more tasks and it's settled."

"Being able to eat and not affecting cultivation, as for status high or low, that's not an issue at all."

"No matter how high your status, if you can't eat, it's utterly useless."

"So when the mass of new disciples rushed to the canteen together with many Shī xiōng, they were completely dumbfounded."

"Damn, fighting over a scrap of food."

"Even as a menial disciple, if you don't have Purple Palace Realm cultivation, you dare not say you'll definitely get a meal."

"After a meal, many new disciples didn't get a single bite, just standing aside drooling."

"I miscalculated."

"Someone beat their chest and stamped their feet, while inside the Law Enforcement Hall the atmosphere was also solemn; only two outer door disciples, cursing, were brought in."

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you like you're my dad, what's up?"

"I don't have an unfilial son like you."

"Alright, be quiet."

"As the two argued, the steward spoke in a cold voice, then looked at them with a complex expression."

"Speak, why did you two fight privately?"

"Dao Yi Shengdi strictly forbids private fighting among fellow disciples; even if there is a grudge, one must go through the Law Enforcement Hall to set up a platform before fighting."

"Upon hearing this, the two disciples simultaneously let out a cold snort."

"Steward, you see clearly, it was this brat who first looked at me."

"What's wrong with just one glance?"

"That's not just one glance; you've been staring at me all day."

"My eyes are on my body; I can look wherever I want."

"You..............."

"Enough."

"Private sparring, do you two admit guilt?"

"A true man dares to act and take responsibility; I admit it."

"I admit it too."

"Alright, effective immediately, you two are demoted to menial disciples to observe the aftermath; any objections?"

"No."

"No."

"The steward handled it completely according to Dao Yi Shengdi's sect rules; but after hearing the punishment, these two disciples not only showed no resentment, instead each face broke into a grin."

"Watching the steward grit his teeth, such incidents have been far too many lately."

"Seeing the smiles on those two's faces, how could the steward not understand what these little brats are thinking?"

"Damn, it's totally intentional."

"I don't know when it started, but these little brats deliberately violate minor sect rules and then get demoted to menial disciples."

"That way, they can do as they please while eating."

"But damn, there's nothing you can do; according to the sect rules, you indeed have to handle it this way."

"Get lost, go to the Menial Affairs Hall yourself to collect menial disciple robes and token."

"Yes, disciple takes leave."

"Just moments ago they were glaring angrily, but now they put their arms around each other's shoulders and left happily."

"How many is this this month?"

"After the two left, another steward spoke up and asked."

"It's been several hundred already, right?"

"Should we tell the Elder about this?"

"Sigh, let's talk about it."

"These little brats' sneaky tricks have never stopped, from Dongzhou to Zhongzhou, from Dao Yi Sect to the present Dao Yi Shengdi."

"As long as they can get this meal, they'll use any means."

"The number of menial disciples is growing, and their strength is also increasing."

"Not only outer door disciples, but even inner door disciples are like this."

"After all, with their strength, going to the menial disciple side is basically a dimensional crushing, an existence of supreme dominance."

As long as one can eat, nothing else matters.

Hey, more and more disciples casually commit a minor mistake, and without the Law Enforcement Hall needing to act, they come on their own, just to be demoted to menial disciples.

Upon hearing this, Shi Song personally took charge; in just one day, over a hundred disciples came.

They were all merely minor offenses that caused no great harm; according to sect rules, they amounted to nothing more than being demoted to menial disciples.

"Don't go too far."

Seated in the chief position, looking at the two inner door disciples below, these two are both cultivators of the Dharma Appearance Realm.

Damn, even this has to go to menial disciple?

Shi Song had a dark face.

"Get lost."

"Second Elder, this isn't proper."

Shi Song didn't want to argue with them, but this time two disciples refused to back down—how could he not investigate? He had to investigate.

Hearing this, Shi Song's expression grew even uglier.

"What rules?"

"The sect rules—according to them, we who fought in private should be demoted to menial disciples."

"Get lost, I said there will be no investigation."

"Second Elder, you're being a bit biased and corrupt."

"Exactly, if you don't punish us today, we'll go complain to the Holy Lord."

"Heh... fine, fine, fine, you two little brats, you want rules, right?"

"Huh???"

Watching the two rushing to be punished, Shi Song directly laughed in anger—'You want rules?' Damn it, in the Law Enforcement Hall, I am the rules.

You want to be demoted to menial disciples? Well, I'll have none of that—I'll lock you up for a few months so you won't even get a meal.

But as soon as Shi Song opened his mouth, the two immediately objected.

"Second Elder, this isn't proper."

"Yes, we two fought in private; according to sect rules, that isn't enough for confinement—we can only be demoted to menial disciples to observe the aftermath."

"You............"

These two little brats actually used the sect rules to suppress him?

Who is he, Shi Song? The hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, who wields the Holy Land's sect rules—now they're using the sect rules to suppress him?

And yet what they say is completely correct—the sect rules really say that.

The two obviously know this as well, so their mistake is neither too light nor too heavy—it's just right at that point.

"Second Elder, as the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, you should lead by example."

"Yes, the sect rules are right here; the punishment is already set—even you, Second Elder, cannot change them at will."

The two spoke with conviction, making Shi Song's mouth twitch; finally unable to hold back, he roared angrily.

Get lost, get lost, this daddy.

"So does that mean we've all been demoted to menial disciples?"

"Thank you, Second Elder."

Seeing the two's undisguised excitement, Shi Song went numb—'Damn, why am I, the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, acting so pathetic?'