Chapter 63

Watching this disciple depart, the steward opened his mouth and finally said.

Immortal Master really is busy.

Yeah, yeah.

Upon hearing that, the people behind him repeatedly nodded in agreement—Isn't that right? All together they only stayed the time it takes to finish a cup of tea. To be honest, the steward, having lived so many years, has never encountered such a thing.

The Sect disciples we encountered before, even if it was a small Sect, each one acted as stuck-up as a 250,000.

You ask someone to come exorcise demons, yet you still have to serve them.

Unlike the Dao Yi Sect disciples, who say they're coming to exorcise demons and really do just that, not even drinking a sip of tea.

Indeed worthy of being a disciple of a great Sect.

He sighed sincerely, but the steward didn't know that the disciple's hurry to return was because he was rushing to eat breakfast.

Compared to the mess hall's food, what's good about your broken tea?

All the way under the night sky, he spurred his horse into a gallop, heading straight for the Dao Yi Sect.

Such a scene was not uncommon that night, and looking at their clothes, they were all Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ.

They finished the three tasks they took during the day overnight, and without resting rushed straight to the Sect just to have a bite of breakfast.

As the sky gradually brightened, the Dao Yi Sect's horse field faintly heard the sound of hooves.

The steward who was cultivating Xiūliàn suddenly woke up, suspiciously walking out of the courtyard.

Who's this early in the morning?

Just as his words fell, clouds of dust rose from all directions, and immediately thousands of Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ riding demon horses charged full speed toward the horse field.

Holy shit............

It was just like facing a charge of ten thousand troops; the steward's face changed abruptly, his movement not slow at all, he sidestepped and thus avoided the crowd.

Steward, the horses are here; please register them, I still have business.

Me too, thanks for the trouble, steward.

And me.

Then, without waiting for him to speak, the disciples leapt off their horse backs, hastily threw down a sentence, and turned to leave.

That speed looked even faster than when they were just riding horses.

Thousands of Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ vanished from the spot in less than ten breaths, leaving only the dumbfounded steward and a group of demon horses with question marks on their heads.

These demon horses have some spiritual awareness, but not high, so they can't comprehend overly complicated problems.

All they know is that this time they went out, they seemed to have been running the whole way, and besides that they did nothing.

Even harsher disciples didn't even give these demon horses a sip of water, causing some of them to now show signs of dehydration.

Damn beast!

After checking these demon horses, they quickly concluded that prolonged galloping caused overexertion, plus lack of water and food, leading directly to collapse.

The steward shouted angrily, having been in charge of the horse field for years and never seeing such disciples—what's the harm in giving the horses a sip of water?

Looking at the demon horses almost about to vomit white foam, the steward felt heartbroken.

But as for these, the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ naturally didn't know; they rushed back to Divine Sword Peak without even returning to their lodgings, heading straight for the mess hall.

Charge charge charge.

I've run all day, I'm exhausted; if I don't eat a meal made by Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing's cooking, I won't recover.

The disciples returning from outside and those staying at Divine Sword Peak unexpectedly met at the corner.

At the moment they met, the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ who hadn't yet gone out on missions instantly broke into bright smiles, someone shouting loudly.

Make a move, they're tired after a day, the advantage is mine.

Come on.

Charge.

In an instant, the two sides clashed directly, soldier against soldier, officer against officer, Menial Disciple against Menial Disciple, Outer Door Disciple against Outer Door Disciple, Inner Door Disciple against Inner Door Disciple.

After a fierce slaughter, breakfast finally began.

Today's breakfast was hot and sour wontons, which happened to have the effect of restoring stamina.

This was also Ye Zhangqing's deliberate choice, knowing many disciples were out on missions, so he specially selected this breakfast.

Delicious, delicious.

Eat quietly, don't talk—you know the rule of no speaking while eating? You're spraying saliva all over my face.

After a meal that swept away the clouds, today was a bit strange: after finishing breakfast, the disciples actually didn't rest.

In the past, after eating, everyone would chat awhile in the mess hall before leaving, but today, after eating, almost all the disciples left directly.

And their destination was naturally the Place: Zhu Feng Mission Hall.

First they turned in yesterday's tasks, then took on new ones.

The sky had just barely lightened when the Faction: Mission Hall steward finished changing shifts, just then talking about Divine Sword Peak.

Nothing happened yesterday, right?

No, actually they were very orderly, each person only took three tasks.

Then that's good............

Before he could finish speaking, a throng of Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ surged in from outside; seeing this, the stewards' eyelids twitched, and they asked weakly.

You... what do you want to do?

Turn in tasks.

Thousands of Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ each submitted their completed tasks for registration.

Looking at these tasks, the stewards were somewhat dazed.

If I remember correctly, the tasks these people are turning in now seem to be the ones they just took yesterday.

Moreover, almost everyone had taken three tasks, meaning they completed three tasks in a day? To be precise, less than a day.

They completed the registration in a daze, and then the disciples again selected new tasks, still three each.

After registering at the Steward's, the crowd surged out of the Steward Hall again, the whole process taking no more than half a Shíchén.

"This, this, this..."

"Should we tell the Hall Master about this?"

"What do you mean? They each took three tasks, didn't break any rules, what's there to report?"

"That's true, at most they're just more efficient."

Seeing the Formation Light Curtain half empty again, all the Stewards sighed helplessly; just then, disciples from other peaks arrived.

This time of day was already considered early, but when they entered the Mission Hall and saw the Formation Light Curtain, their steps stopped instantly.

"Why are there so few tasks?"

"Could it be that the Divine Sword Peak people have come again?"

"Impossible, they came this early?"

After asking, they found it really was Divine Sword Peak disciples who had come; several people were speechless, but fortunately the Stewards promptly added tasks, thus stabilizing the situation.

At the Mountain Foot Horse Ranch, the Stewards who had barely rested were again greeted by Divine Sword Peak disciples.

Seeing many familiar faces among them, the Steward wondered aloud.

"Haven't you just returned to the sect? Why are you leaving again?"

"Lately there have been quite a few tasks; please, Steward, register them quickly."

"Strange, the sect's compulsory task isn't supposed to be only once a month, so why are these disciples..."

"When did Dao Yi Sect disciples become so busy? Returning to the sect takes less than a Shíchén at most, and yet they have to go out again—really strange."