Chapter 143: Gradually Changing Mood

Burning Blood Pill is only a second-grade medicinal pill, its grade is not high, but for the demon horse, its effect is absolutely superb.

After taking the Burning Blood Pill, the demon horse's hooves practically spat out sparks, the whole horse became excited to the extreme.

However, this effect obviously couldn't last too long; after one Shíchén, as the medicine weakened, an indescribable fatigue surged through the whole body.

With a plop, it fell hard to the ground, and its mouth even spat out white foam.

In response, the Jade Maiden Peak disciples seemed already prepared, they jumped off the horseback in advance, weren't thrown off, and then came smiling to the demon horse's front.

"Already no good this fast? It's fine, I'll help you heal."

Immediately took out a Soul-Returning Pill, also a second-grade medicinal pill, its main effect is to restore Línglì and stamina.

At the same time, to save time, the Jade Maiden Peak disciples also used their own Línglì to help the demon horse absorb the medicine's effect; before and after it was just about a quarter hour, the horse recovered mostly.

Seeing the demon horse able to stand up again, the Jade Maiden Peak disciples smiled and took out another Burning Blood Pill.

Seeing that blood-red pill, the demon horse's eyes instantly showed a terrified expression.

It neighed repeatedly while retreating, looking at the Jade Maiden Peak disciples with eyes full of fear; these women must be devils, right?

However, all this was useless; the sweet smile didn't diminish, they stepped forward and pinched the horse's mouth, speaking gently.

"Be good, eat it and you'll have strength; time is tight, the task is heavy, just bear with it."

Saying that, the Burning Blood Pill had already entered the belly; then the familiar feeling returned, boundless energy spread through the whole body again, and as the Jade Maiden Peak disciples clamped the horse's belly, the demon horse shot out instantly.

The speed didn't diminish at all, but for some reason, the corners of its eyes became moist.

Not human, really not human, how can they treat the demon horse like this?

The demon horses felt true hell; don't look at these Jade Maiden Peak disciples, each looking fresh and lively, but their hearts are really damn black.

Even more outrageous than those people before; really not treating the demon horse as a horse? This is playing it to death.

Within the sect, early the next morning, Zhong Ling led a group of disciples and continued to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall; after a day, another over a hundred thousand Black Iron Wood were cut.

"Really impressive."

"Already over three hundred thousand Black Iron Wood, right?"

"Yeah, now the stockpile is completely sufficient."

After inspection passed, several Stewards of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall chatted; it could be seen that their moods were not bad, after all the Jade Maiden Peak really helped a lot.

On the third day, still evening inspection, but that day the Stewards' complexions changed somewhat.

"Over six hundred thousand, right?"

"Yeah, we have it."

"Almost enough, already sufficient for a long time."

On the fourth day, the Stewards were somewhat speechless.

"Probably can't cut anymore."

"I think so too."

On the fifth day, the Stewards were somewhat frantic.

"Stopped, really stopped, can't continue any further."

"Yeah, just a few days and we have over a million Black Iron Wood."

On the sixth day, the Stewards completely couldn't hold it in.

"Wo. ya ah, really can't cut anymore, the rear mountain is almost bare."

"The storeroom can't hold it either, two million Black Iron Wood, when will this be used up?"

"What's the point of talking about stockpile now? If the rear mountain gets completely cleared, the hall master won't spare us alive."

Looking at the already bald rear mountain, the once endless Black Iron Wood forest, it's now clear that dozens of mountain tops have been cleared bald.

Although some mountain tops remain uncut, at this speed it will only take a few days.

The Stewards' mood was simply like riding a roller coaster.

From the initial gratitude and excitement to now being terrified, everything happened too suddenly.

I originally thought the Jade Maiden Peak disciples were helping us a great deal, but who would have thought that in just a few days it would become like this.

By the seventh day, Zhong Ling and the other Jade Maiden Peak disciples still came early to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to register.

Seeing them, this time the Stewards no longer had their former smiles, but each showed a look of fear.

"Steward, please register, or else cut trees."

Hearing Zhong Ling's words, the Steward in charge of registration almost burst into tears, then immediately said.

"None left, no trees to cut."

"Gone? Weren't there still more than half of the mountain tops uncut?"

"How could it be gone? Zhong Ling frowned; in response, the Steward pleaded with a pleading face."

"Really none left; if you keep cutting like this, the rear mountain will truly be empty, really can't cut anymore—now the storeroom can't hold it either, over two million Black Iron Wood, when will this be used up..............."

"Please, spare us, spare our Miscellaneous Affairs Hall."

Because they felt strange, the Stewards of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall also secretly learned some things.

Upon learning that the Jade Maiden Peak disciples had only recently shut down the Mission Hall, and that it was because the Third Elder wouldn't let them accept more tasks, so they came to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

In an instant it all became clear: they couldn't mess with the Mission Hall, so they came to mess with our Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

How laughable that they were previously smug, thinking the Jade Maiden Peak disciples were the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall's lucky star, solving its troubles in a day.

But damn, only now do they realize this isn't any lucky star; it's practically inviting wolves into the house.

Hearing that Steward's words, Zhong Ling's brows furrowed slightly.

"Steward, are you not letting us continue working?"

"This isn't a matter of working or not; it's just impossible to do."

"This disciple, I'm begging you, please—our Miscellaneous Affairs Hall is just a small branch, compared to the big branch like the Mission Hall there's no comparison; even the Mission Hall can't stop you, let alone our little outpost."

Besides, our Miscellaneous Affairs Hall and your Jade Maiden Peak, we can say we have no past grudges and no recent enmity, so stop messing with us, okay? I'm begging you.

This steward really burst into tears; heaven knows what mood they were in yesterday when they went to the storehouse and saw that pile of black iron wood.

Before they complained there wasn't enough black iron wood, now they simply have too much and don't know what to do with it.

Moreover, they've cut all this black iron wood and put it in the storehouse; how will they explain it when the higher-ups ask?

You damn well can't use that much—what's the point of cutting it all? Let it keep growing.

Look at the back mountain—bare and bald, it's almost turning into a wasteland.

Hearing the steward's pleas, Zhong Ling and the other junior sisters exchanged glances—what now? If the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall is also like this, then they really don't know where to get sect points.

Unwilling to give up, Zhong Ling looked at the steward with a smile and said.

"Steward, then not cutting trees would be okay, right?"

"Thank you................"

Just as the word 'thanks' left his mouth, Zhong Ling immediately continued speaking.

"I heard the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall also has work tending the herb garden; how about we tend the herb garden today? Pick herbs, remove pests and weeds?"

In an instant, the steward didn't even think and repeatedly shook his head, refusing.

"No...... it's gone, the work of tending the herb garden has already been taken, there's none left."

The black iron wood is about to be chopped down by you lot, and you still dare to let them tend the herb garden? If they cause any more trouble, by then not even the hall master, let alone Hundred Herbs Peak, will spare their Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.