Chapter 60

Seeing Shi Song talk until his eyes turned red and his voice carried a hint of sobbing, Hong Zun also became anxious.

"Not Shī xiōng, just say what you have to say—why are you crying?"

"At your age, why are you still crying?"

Hong Zun was flustered, but Shi Song really couldn't hold back; as the Law Enforcement Hall chief for 1,386 years, this was the first time he had suffered such injustice.

Shi Song gritted his teeth, holding back tears, and asked.

"Junior brother, just say it—can you still let me be okay?"

Hearing this, Hong Zun sobered up a little from fright, and hastily declared.

"Shī xiōng, what are you saying? After all these years as brothers, I, as your junior brother, certainly wish you well."

"Then from now on, Divine Sword Peak..............."

"Junior brother will definitely enforce strict discipline."

"That's what you said."

"I said it, Shī xiōng, rest assured."

After receiving Hong Zun's affirmative reply, Shi Song then agreed to leave.

It's not surprising that Shi Song did this; really there was no other way—the Divine Sword Peak disciples provoked public anger, causing the Law Enforcement Hall to have no peace each day.

But the fact is, they didn't violate any sect rules, after all the sect had no rule saying one couldn't accept missions one by one.

And Shi Song is someone who insists on principle; since they didn't break sect rules, the Law Enforcement Hall couldn't do anything to them, which forced him to have no choice but to personally seek out Hong Zun.

After obtaining a guarantee from Hong Zun, Shi Song returned to Place: Zhu Feng and then found the Third Elder in charge of the Mission Hall.

"Junior brother, Hong Zun's side has already been settled, how about your Mission Hall here?"

"Senior brother, rest assured, I have ordered people to increase mission distribution; there should be no problem."

Upon hearing this, Shi Song finally let out a sigh of relief.

I had thought the matter was settled like that, and indeed over the next few days no Divine Sword Peak disciples came to accept missions one by one.

The Mission Hall also returned to normal; not only the Title: Mission Hall Steward, but even the disciples of each peak breathed a sigh of relief.

However, within Divine Sword Peak, over the past few days many disciples have encountered other problems.

That is, their Sect Points are insufficient.

Previously, they painstakingly Xiūliàn, wanting to quickly increase their strength; they exchanged whatever techniques, pills, cultivation methods, etc., at all costs.

Almost all disciples had accumulated Sect Points over several years, even decades, which were completely exhausted in just a little over a month.

And without Sect Points, Xiūliàn naturally becomes extremely slow.

Again it was Fàn diǎn; while eating, many disciples were discussing this matter.

"Senior brother, how many Sect Points do you have left?"

"Alas, only over a hundred points remain."

"Over a hundred points is only enough to exchange for a single Yellow‑rank technique."

"Yes, I previously bought many pills, spending too much."

"This can't go on; without Sect Points, moving an inch inside the sect is impossible."

"There's no choice; we can only accept missions."

"Senior brother, do you mean accepting several more missions like before?"

"You're foolish; the Peak Master has already explicitly forbidden it—Divine Sword Peak disciples may accept at most three missions each time."

This is indeed Hong Zun's order; ever since Shi Song's previous visit, it has been stipulated.

"Then what does senior brother mean?"

"We certainly can't be like Senior Sister Jin Min, but sect missions must be done; otherwise, without Sect Points, cultivation stagnates, and later do you still expect to get a meal?"

"To maintain rapid Xiūliàn and ensure we can secure a spot each time, Sect Points are indispensable, so we can only endure a bit more and take on extra missions."

"Besides Xiūliàn and meals, all other time is spent accepting missions; moreover, while completing missions we must not waste a single moment, striving to finish as soon as possible, return to the sect immediately, and after eating continue accepting missions."

"That senior brother spoke his mind frankly, and immediately gained the support of many disciples."

"Yes, to get a meal one must become stronger, and becoming stronger naturally requires various resources."

"And where do resources come from? Certainly from Sect Points."

"Therefore they must risk everything to complete more missions, so as to have enough to sustain their Xiūliàn."

"Since they lack the determination and courage of Senior Sister Jin Min and her ilk, they can only rely on diligence, not wasting a single moment to make themselves stronger, even during mission time."

"Diligence can make up for clumsiness."

"Lying on the nearby Tǎng yǐ, listening to the disciples' discussion, Ye Zhangqing wondered if it was his imagination—how could he sense a familiar aura from these disciples?"

He thought it over left and right but still couldn't figure out what was going on; it wasn't until Fàn diǎn ended and the crowd dispersed that Ye Zhangqing finally realized.

His face changed involuntarily, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"I was wondering why it felt so familiar—this is me, isn't it?"

This refers to Ye Zhangqing's past life; in his previous life on Earth, he was a total grind king.

How to put it? After failing the college entrance exam, Ye Zhangqing turned into a grind king.

Because his college entrance exam scores were poor, in his past life Ye Zhangqing could only attend a culinary school; he realized his mistake then, but it was too late, so he could only try to learn a trade.

While studying, Ye Zhangqing often tossed the wok himself, his grades remained at the top, which forced his classmates to start grinding as well.

After entering society, he also frequently volunteered for overtime; the reason was simple—just for that extra overtime pay.

In the end, even the other chefs at the restaurant had no choice but to start grinding.

Later he opened his own restaurant; neighboring places closed at ten, but Ye Zhangqing stayed open until twelve to get more business, causing nearby eateries to switch to round-the-clock operation, intensifying the grinding.

And the expressions of the many disciples speaking just now were exactly the same as Ye Zhangqing's in his past life.

But after transmigrating, Ye Zhangqing really can't keep up the grind anymore; thinking about it now leaves him sighing.

Nothing else will happen again, will it?

I always feel these senior brothers are going to cause some mischief again.

Recently, even Ye Zhangqing himself noticed that disciples from the other peaks harbor resentment toward Divine Sword Peak.

On the few occasions when he left Divine Sword Peak, when the other peaks' disciples saw the Divine Sword Peak insignia on Ye Zhangqing's chest, their gazes instantly turned hostile.

It seemed as if there was some deep grudge, making Ye Zhangqing feel somewhat guilty.

It had finally been quiet for a few days under Hong Zun's strict orders—could something be happening again?

He felt uneasy inside, but Ye Zhangqing couldn't control it; he could only try to leave Divine Sword Peak less often, fearing the other peaks' disciples might beat him to death.

But in fact, after Fàn diǎn, many Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ swarmed onto Place: Zhu Feng.

Just as the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ had just entered Place: Zhu Feng, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, Shi Song, received the news.

There's nothing to be done; Divine Sword Peak is currently the Law Enforcement Hall's key focus—even one or two Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ already cause headaches, but this time, damn it, over ten thousand disciples have shown up.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Shi Song jumped up from his chair and spoke as if facing a great enemy.

What did you say?

With a look of horror, the steward could only put on a bitter face, unable to cry.

Chief, over ten thousand Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ have gone onto Place: Zhu Feng.

Over........... over ten thousand? What are they trying to do? What exactly are they trying to do?

His voice trembling, he said, "It's only been a few days of peace, and yet over ten thousand disciples are surging onto Place: Zhu Feng at once—is Divine Sword Peak planning to attack Place: Zhu Feng?"