Chapter 447: Not Worth Fear

In the conversation, it's not hard to hear the helplessness in Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and others' hearts.

But this world is originally like that; not to mention cultivators, even ordinary folk are the same.

In the eyes of those nobles, the lives of commoners are likewise as worthless as weeds.

Even the practices of those mundane nobles are more brutal than those of cultivators.

Simply put, it's endless exploitation; once you have no value left, they kick you aside and let you live or die on your own.

So, a person must always have a heart to climb upward; it doesn't matter how high you climb, but at least you cannot accept.

As for fate, once you accept it, you've lost.

After chatting casually with everyone, Ye Zhangqing also secretly considered in his heart.

To be frank, with the ability of Dao Yi Sect, it's impossible to just circle the outskirts in one night.

Just look at the East Sea and Huling; in one night, Dao Yi Sect disciples can procure tens of thousands of ingredients for you.

But put it in Ghost Valley, and one night is just loitering around the outskirts—this clearly isn't the style of Dao Yi Sect.

The reason is still lack of motivation; after all, evil spirits can't be eaten, so most disciples seem somewhat absent-minded.

"This Ghost Valley is indeed a calamity."

Thinking silently to himself, on the other side, after yesterday's contact, the Ghost Kings of Ghost Valley also felt much more at ease in their hearts.

At this moment, gathered in the Ghost Palace, the Ghost Kings each spoke in a relaxed and content manner.

"I thought Dao Yi Sect was formidable, but it turns out to be just this?"

"In one night, we merely probed a bit, not even breaking through the outskirts."

"The outside world says Dao Yi Sect's rise is unstoppable, but it seems the Human Race is exaggerating."

"You don't understand what kind of character the Human Race has? They're best at patting themselves on the back."

"Just a bunch of four-peak disciples—not worth fearing."

Last night, after Dao Yi Sect disciples entered Ghost Valley, the Ghost Kings conducted a small probe.

After a night of battle, the Ghost Kings also saw that Dao Yi Sect's combat strength was just that—not as extraordinary as the outside world claimed.

For a while, the pressure greatly lessened; after all, judging by last night's performance, Dao Yi Sect's four-peak disciples obviously pose no threat.

Although there are still those three Great Saint Realm elders—Yu Mo, etc. —Ghost Valley also has a Ghost Emperor.

Even some Ghost Kings wondered in their hearts whether they could kill Dao Yi Sect's four-peak disciples in one fell swoop.

But this is just a thought; the Ghost Emperor doesn't want to provoke Dao Yi Sect, so they dare not act rashly.

The Ghost Kings think Dao Yi Sect is just that, but they obviously haven't realized that the state of Dao Yi Sect's disciples yesterday was completely different from when they were in Huling and the East Sea.

The reason boils down to one sentence: evil spirits are useless, can't be eaten, and aren't within our Dao Yi Sect's sphere of influence—why would we risk our lives?

Therefore, yesterday the Dao Yi Sect disciples' goal was solely to search for the Heavenly Fragrance Ghost Fruit, with little thought of slaying evil spirits.

Put bluntly, they lacked much fighting spirit.

But now, after breakfast, Ye Zhangqing and Bai Hua Xianzi are leaning on the backyard recliner.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing's contemplative appearance, Bai Hua Xianzi asked with a smile.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about so intently?"

"I'm thinking that this Ghost Valley is indeed harmful to people."

"Indeed it is."

Bai Hua Xianzi nodded in agreement; hearing this, Ye Zhangqing suddenly turned his head to look at her, a smile flashing in his eyes as he spoke.

"What do you think about us eradicating Ghost Valley? At least cripple it."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, Bai Hua Xianzi was startled, but then she lightly laughed and said.

"It's difficult, you know; if it were the Demon Race, that would be easy, but evil spirits, you know.................."

Ye Zhangqing understands Bai Hua Xianzi's meaning; slaying evil spirits, the fellow senior brothers obviously lack the enthusiasm they have for slaying demon beasts.

Even if Qi Xiong personally gave the order, it would probably just be that; unless Ye Zhangqing tells the disciples that evil spirits can be eaten, it's hard to achieve the same effect as dealing with demon beasts.

But this naturally doesn't stump Ye Zhangqing; he had already thought of a solution.

He immediately took Bai Hua Xianzi to find Yu Mo, Qi Xiong, and the others.

They discussed for a morning, and by lunchtime the disciples returned one after another.

One morning, it was still the same; most disciples were wandering the outskirts, and although some went deeper, the progress was too slow, and they hadn't slain many evil spirits.

Their enthusiasm was clearly low.

But when it came to mealtime, the disciples hurried back impatiently.

While walking toward the canteen, they still complained.

"The Huang Ji Sect is really something—they leave nothing behind."

"Exactly, I've almost scoured the outer area, yet found nothing—not even a single low-grade spiritual fruit, let alone the Heavenly Fragrance Ghost Fruit."

"Is the Huang Ji Sect done for or what?"

Not having found the Heavenly Fragrance Ghost Fruit, the disciples were all gloomy; just thinking about those two Great Saint Realm ingredients makes their mouths water.

All the way to the canteen entrance, they had originally planned to strike directly, but upon arrival they found the disciples gathered there, with no one making a move.

"Senior Brother, what's going on?"

"Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing has something to say; wait a moment."

"Oh?"

Hearing that Ye Zhangqing had something to say, the disciples were also curious, wondering what he intended to do.

As the disciples arrived one after another, Ye Zhangqing, accompanied by Qi Xiong and a few others, came before the senior brothers.

"Go ahead and speak."

Qi Xiong smiled as he looked at Ye Zhangqing and said; in response, Ye Zhangqing also did not refuse, and spoke loudly.

"All senior brothers.........."

Ye Zhangqing's idea is very simple; the senior brothers aren't lacking interest in slaying evil spirits, are they? Then give them this interest.

After discussing with Qi Xiong and others, during the Ghost Valley period, the Dao Yi Sect's rule for grabbing meals underwent some changes.

That is, the quota is no longer determined by competition among fellow disciples, but by hunting evil spirits.

Similarly, it is divided according to menial disciples and outer door disciples.

Disciples of different ranks slay evil spirits of different cultivations, and the points differ.

For example, if a menial disciple slays a gray-heart ghost, they earn ten points; if an outer door disciple slays one, they get only five points; an inner door disciple gets three points; and an inner disciple gets one point.

Each day at mealtime, based on the number of evil spirits slain, the top 8,000 people can obtain a meal quota.

As Ye Zhangqing spoke, the disciples' expressions gradually changed.

Originally indifferent to evil spirits, but now the disciples' eyes gradually glowed with red light, just like in Huling and the East Sea.

In an instant, the disciples expressed that their interest in evil spirits was great, very great.

And this wasn't the end; with the issuance of the second rule, the disciples went completely crazy.

The condition of the second rule is simple: whoever reaches ten thousand points can come to Ye Zhangqing here to order a dish.

You order dishes according to your own taste; this is a private kitchen.

What is a private kitchen? That is a treatment only those old ancestors of the Great Saint Realm like Yu Mo could have; but now, all you disciples also have this opportunity, as long as your points are sufficient, you can come to the kitchen to order dishes.

Upon saying this, the atmosphere on the spot instantly became awkward; the many disciples before him, their eyes completely red, like hungry wolves in the night, stared straight at Ye Zhangqing, their eyes full of excitement.