Chapter 62: I'm very busy

No lingering at all, coming and going in a hurry, in less than half a Shíchén, over ten thousand Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ vanished from the Faction: Mission Hall, leaving behind a Formation Light Curtain that was more than half empty.

I...... I damn it, it's empty again.

Is this a bunch of bandits?

Seeing the low-star missions taken instantly, only four-star and five-star high-level missions remained, and the disciples of all peaks had their defenses broken again.

This is literally like a locust swarm passing through.

Shi Song, who had been watching this scene from the shadows, also gritted his teeth; Divine Sword Peak had once again taken on the Faction: Mission Hall's tasks.

Meanwhile, the Third Elder beside him spoke calmly.

Don't worry, I've already made arrangements.

As the Third Elder's words fell, soon a batch of low-star missions was updated on the Formation Light Curtain, allowing the disciples of all peaks to regain calm.

With so many Divine Sword Peak disciples coming to take missions at once, this situation is quite normal; Shī xiōng, you needn't worry too much.

After comforting Shi Song a bit, upon hearing this, Shi Song relaxed his brows and said.

Hmm, then I'll trouble you, Junior Brother.

Don't worry, as long as the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ behave, the Faction: Mission Hall will be fine.

Then that's good.

Seeing the matter end, Shi Song also left the Faction: Mission Hall, silently praying in his heart that he had overthought it.

Meanwhile, the Divine Sword Peak disciples who had received the missions had already arrived one after another at the Dao Yi Sect's horse field.

Here, the Dao Yi Sect keeps all its horses; naturally, these horses are not ordinary— the lowest rank are half-demons, and the higher ranks even include demon horses of the Mysterious Demon Realm.

The disciples selected suitable horses according to their actual circumstances.

As so many disciples surged in at once, the steward in charge of the horse field was dumbfounded.

What are you doing......

Rent a horse, please steward, give me a black-scaled horse.

I want a dragon horse.

Here too, I want a dragon horse.

And me too.

Give me a chasing-wind horse.

Here I want a lightning-chasing horse.

The disciples each took a horse, and soon the low-rank horses in the horse field were reduced by more than half, leaving almost only high-rank horses.

Fellow senior brothers, remember our goal: be quick.

Senior brother, don't worry.

Alright, then sect, see you later.

Alright.

At the horse field gate, a dark mass, the Divine Sword Peak disciples riding various-ranked demon horses, after bidding farewell, quickly scattered in all directions, leaving the sect.

And the horse field steward who had witnessed the whole process was still bewildered.

Why are there so many disciples going out today?

The demon horses kept at the Dao Yi Sect's horse field are mainly provided for the sect's disciples to use when going out.

Demon horses are fast, but renting horses requires Sect Points, and the price varies greatly depending on the horse's rank.

Low-priced horses are fine, but high-rank horses are not something ordinary disciples can afford to rent; even if they have the Sect Points, no one would waste them here, saving them to exchange for pills and cultivation methods— isn't that fragrant?

Not long after the Divine Sword Peak disciples left, other peak disciples arrived one after another.

Some had matters requiring them to leave the sect, some had completed missions, and some had other things to do.

But when they arrived at the horse field and took a look, they were dumbfounded.

Such a vast horse field, yet only a few scattered low-rank demon horses remained.

Damn, was the horse field robbed?

Previously, demon horses were everywhere to be seen at the horse field; now they've directly decreased by half.

It's utterly absurd, but after the shock, these few disciples still rented horses and left the sect.

Afterwards, every batch of disciples arriving at the horse field would be shocked by this sight.

And as time passed, the demon horses in the horse field became fewer and fewer, until finally, the low-rank demon horses were completely gone.

When another disciple arrived, seeing the empty low-rank demon horse area, his scalp went numb.

Holy shit, where are the horses? Damn, where did all those horses go?

Instantly felt like being screwed over; the mission was taken, but the horses are gone.

Only after asking the steward did they learn that all low-rank demon horses had been rented out, leaving only high-rank demon horses.

But upon asking the price, these disciples' faces instantly turned grim; they simply couldn't afford it.

They are all ordinary Outer Door Disciples; not to mention whether they have enough Sect Points, even if they did, their cultivation makes it hard to control high-rank demon horses.

Seeing the disciples' uncertain expressions, the steward also spoke helplessly.

How about you wait a day; tomorrow some disciples might return, freeing up low-rank demon horses then.

That's all we can do.

Helplessly sighing, they turned back to the sect, having wasted a whole day in vain, feeling extremely depressed.

Afterwards, more disciples came, but almost all returned disappointed, lacking demon horses— surely they couldn't just run there?

Except for a few disciples who themselves raise demon beasts, the others could only helplessly turn back, waiting until tomorrow when they have demon horses to set out again.

The horse field incident attracted no attention; everyone thought it was merely a coincidence.

And at Divine Sword Peak, for this dinner, many fewer people were present; many disciples finally got to eat the longed-for cafeteria food, each one extremely happy.

After finishing their meal, the disciples hurried to the main peak to receive their missions.

The food was so delicious they didn't want to go without it later, so they began to cultivate with all their might right away.

At night on the main peak, another wave of Divine Sword Peak disciples arrived; though their numbers were much smaller, they still made the Mission Hall Steward feel uneasy.

Fortunately these disciples were all well‑behaved, each taking exactly three missions and never more.

The only trouble was that at the horse ranch there were no low‑grade demon horses left.

In response, the Divine Sword Peak disciples decided simply to go rent horses in Three Yuan City.

That night Divine Sword Peak became very quiet, with over eighty percent of the disciples out on missions.

Such sudden quiet made people feel a little unaccustomed.

Outside the Dao Yi Sect, many Divine Sword Peak disciples rode tirelessly through the night, galloping madly.

After racing all the way to the mission site, though it was already deep night, this Divine Sword Peak Outer Door Disciple showed no sign of rest and went straight to the Elder's manor in town.

"I am a disciple of the Dao Yi Sect; tell me the situation."

Seeing the Dao Yi Sect disciple arriving in the middle of the night, the Elder, who had already fallen asleep, still welcomed him warmly.

Noticing his anxious look, the Elder asked curiously.

"Immortal Master, you see, it's already late; why don't we…"

"No need, I'm busy—just tell me what's going on."

Hearing this, although the Elder was doubtful, he still truthfully reported the situation of the town's evil spirits.

Upon hearing, the disciple pondered a moment, devised a plan to lure the snake out of its hole, and immediately began ordering the Elder to arrange manpower.

With no intention to rest at all, the evil spirit was finally successfully lured out and slain.

After completing the mission, the disciple mounted his horse, glanced at the sky, and murmured softly.

"There should still be time to grab breakfast."

This disciple finished the three missions he had taken in less than a day, and under the Elder's and others' complex gazes, he vanished into the night, rushing back to the Dao Yi Sect.

From entering the town to slaying the evil spirit, the total time taken was barely the span of a cup of tea.