Chapter 64

I always feel these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are a bit off, but given my duty, the disciples need to rent demon horses, so the Steward naturally cannot stop them.

Just facing the Divine Sword Peak's many disciples, this Steward still reminded them with a lingering fear.

"Renting demon horses is fine, but you must not deliberately mistreat them, such as not giving them water—this absolutely cannot happen."

"Good, good, good, Steward, just hurry up and register."

In response, the Divine Sword Peak's many disciples nodded repeatedly; they only wanted to finish the mission quickly—lunch would likely be impossible, but if they hurried, dinner might still be possible.

Faced with the disciples' urging, the Steward's mouth twitched—damn it, it won't work.

Just now he roughly counted and found that, of the demon horses rented out yesterday, over three hundred showed signs of dehydration and exhaustion—such a state definitely requires several days of rest.

After completing the registration for everyone and paying the Sect Points, the many disciples hurriedly rushed to the horse field to select horses.

But upon seeing the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ approach, these demon horses unexpectedly made a retreating motion.

Looking at the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, it was as if facing a group of demons, and the horses' bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Even after some disciples mounted the horses, the demon horse simply wouldn't move, refusing outright to step out of the horse field.

"Hey, Steward, what's wrong with this horse? It won't move at all."

It wasn't just one or two; rather, whenever a horse rented out yesterday was involved, most of them showed this condition.

As the Steward rushed over, a crowd of demon horses looked at him pitifully, as if saying, "Save me."

"Well... they seem unwilling to go out with you."

His mouth twitched wildly as he spoke, utterly vexed: "What the hell kind of people are these, even despising the demon horses?"

Upon hearing this, the many disciples refused to comply, each glaring fiercely at the demon horse beneath them, speaking calmly but with icy coldness.

"Listen up, I'm in a hurry—if you dare delay the Fàn diǎn, I'll kill you, got it?"

Killing intent unconsciously emanated from his body; sensing this killing intent, the Steward panicked.

"What do you intend to do? You must not harm these demon horses."

What the Steward hadn't expected was that, as the many disciples' words fell, the demon horses that had previously refused to move suddenly surged forth like they'd been injected with chicken blood, racing out of the horse field and quickly disappearing.

"What the hell............"

Faced with this scene, the Steward gritted his teeth and cursed, "Are you messing with me? Just now they absolutely refused to move."

If the demon horses could speak, they'd surely reply, "It's not about whether we can walk—if we delay eating, I'll die; that killing intent is no joke."

The intuition of demon beasts is naturally far sharper than humans', and their perception of killing intent is the same; thus these demon horses can be certain that the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's earlier words were absolutely no joke.

If they dared to delay their meal, they'd surely die, so they chose to follow their hearts—definitely not cowardly.

They continued to sprint all the way, and even to save time drinking, many disciples spontaneously handed their waterskins to the demon horses to drink while running.

Drinking water is fine, but we can't stop—I'm really in a hurry.

Still, after the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ left, disciples from other peaks also arrived at the horse field one after another, most of them being those who hadn't managed to rent demon horses yesterday.

"Steward, are there demon horses available today?"

Faced with the disciples' inquiries, he merely replied with a grim expression.

"Still none."

"Still none? Why?"

"Just now, people from Divine Sword Peak came."

Hearing this, the many disciples were stunned, then their faces darkened; just then, a disciple saw that several hundred demon horses remained in the horse field and complained.

"Aren't there still some?"

"These horses can't be ridden; they need to rest for a few days."

Immediately under the Steward's leadership, the many disciples stepped forward and discovered that several hundred horses were listless and lacking energy.

"How could this happen?"

You should know that the Dao Yi Sect's care for demon horses is extremely meticulous—this situation has never occurred before.

Under the disciples' questioning, the Steward had no choice but to truthfully recount the whole story, learning again that it was the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ.

Someone couldn't help but shout angrily.

"A bunch of beasts."

"Not even sparing the horses."

No choice—the horse field's low-level demon horses are gone, so we can only select high-level demon horses, but most disciples lack sufficient Sect Points and adequate cultivation to control them.

In the end, someone suggested simply going to Three Origin City to rent horses.

As soon as that was said, many disciples immediately expressed agreement.

But when they got to Three Yuan City and asked around, damn it, there were no horses here either.

Where are the horses? You run such a big trading house, yet you don't even have a few low-grade demon horses?

He was completely dumbfounded, and, frustrated, he asked.

Facing the Dao Yi Sect disciples, the merchant house's proprietor dared not offend them, and could only say with a bitter smile.

Wasn't it yesterday that a large group of your Dao Yi Sect disciples came to rent horses? Our merchant house's low-grade demon horses have all been rented out; not just us, the low-grade demon horses of other merchant houses in Yuan City have also all been rented out.

Do you know which peak they're disciples of?

Divine Sword Peak.

It's them again..............

Upon learning they were again Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, everyone's teeth clenched, making a clicking sound, fists clenched tight, and their bodies trembled slightly from anger they could not hold back.

The Sect's horse ranch had no horses left, the horses in the three surrounding major cities were also gone, and without exception, all of this was done by the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ.

What are they up to? Are all the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ going out at the same time?

Starting from the inexplicable annihilation of the Black Tiger Abyss, Divine Sword Peak has become more and more outrageous.

First they accepted missions from the empty Faction: Mission Hall, one after another, and now they have rented out all the low-grade horses around the Sect.

A disciple couldn't help but shout angrily to the sky.

Bullying people too much, I, Li Qiang, swear to be mortal enemies with Divine Sword Peak.

Hearing the disciple's angry roar, the shopkeeper beside him wore a bewildered look; these fellow sect brothers, how did they end up being mortal enemies?

Unknowing of the fates of the other peaks' disciples, after breakfast Ye Zhangqing rested for one Shíchén, then rose and headed to the Place: Zhu Feng Faction: Mission Hall.

He still hasn't completed this month's compulsory mission; Ye Zhangqing plans to go to the Faction: Mission Hall to check it out.

All the way to the Faction: Mission Hall, he selected among the one-star missions.

Just pick one that's a bit closer and a bit simpler.

He silently reckoned in his mind and quickly chose a mission to slay evil spirits.

Not far from the Dao Yi Sect, the evil spirit's strength isn't strong either; it's merely a Gray-Heart Ghost, equivalent to the human cultivator's Gathering Qi realm.

That's it.

After accepting the mission, he registered it with the Steward.

During the process, this Steward of the Faction: Mission Hall also asked with a strange expression.

Are you a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ?

Yeah, any problem?

No.

Immediately, Ye Zhangqing only heard the Steward mutter softly a sentence.

Divine Sword Peak still has a disciple who takes a mission—how rare.