Chapter 65: with translation of chapter title

Under the Steward's strange gaze, Ye Zhangqing left the Mission Hall.

He planned to finish lunch before completing the mission; with Xiao Bai's speed, two Shíchén should be enough.

At mealtime, although the number had decreased considerably, there were still several thousand disciples rushing back to the sect by the meal bell.

Although there was still competition, it was much better than before, yet none of the disciples dared to relax in the slightest.

The current Divine Sword Peak is like this: if you don't advance, you retreat; if you don't strive to improve yourself, you won't even get a meal, and can only watch enviously from the sidelines.

During this period, the disciples learned that Ye Zhangqing would go out on an assignment in the afternoon; for some reason, they all grew nervous and repeatedly urged him.

"Junior Brother Zhangqing, you don't need to personally deal with a mere petty Worrying Ghost; this afternoon I happen to be out on a mission, so leave it to me—I'll bring that Worrying Ghost back tomorrow, and you can decide whether to kill or dissect it."

"Yeah, just leave it to the senior brother; Junior Brother Zhangqing, rest well in the sect."

They gave Ye Zhangqing no chance to go out, and in the end, helpless, they could only entrust this task to the various senior brothers.

At that moment, in a small village called Bamboo Grove Village, a Worrying Ghost that had just eaten a person shuddered involuntarily, feeling as if something bad were about to happen.

It was merely hiding in such a remote mountain village, and its own strength was weak, so it should not attract any attention.

In terms of being cautious and careful, it had always done well.

However, that night, when it was surrounded by five Divine Sword Peak disciples of the Dao Yi Sect, only doubt remained in its eyes.

It was merely a petty Worrying Ghost, yet now...... why would five great cultivators of the Purple Mansion Stage come looking for it, and from their conversation it was obvious they were after it.

"Is it it?"

"Probably, it's the Worrying Ghost of Bamboo Grove Village, just as recorded on the mission."

"Never mind that, round up all the evil spirits and demon beasts around and let Junior Brother Zhangqing pick whichever he wants."

"That works; it'll save trouble later."

"Listen, listen, they're speaking human words," and immediately, under the terrified gaze of that Worrying Ghost, the five moved in.

They not only captured it, but also swept up all the evil spirits and demons within a hundred-li radius of Bamboo Grove Village in one fell swoop.

Some demons, sound asleep in their caves, were suddenly rushed by five Purple Mansion Stage burly men who, without a word, bound them outright.

"What are you doing?"

"Damn it, has the Dao Yi Sect gone mad? I'm just a half-demon."

"Roar roar roar.........."

Because Bamboo Grove Village is remote, the entities that have settled there are basically just minor demons, very weak in strength.

Before, not to mention five Purple Mansion Stage cultivators, even a Golden Core Stage cultivator was rarely seen.

But that night, five Purple Mansion Stage cultivators directly swept across the area.

The next day, when Ye Zhangqing saw so many evil spirits and demons in the mess hall, he was dumbfounded, looking at the five senior brothers before him.

"Senior Brother, my mission seems to be just a single Worrying Ghost."

"We're not afraid of making a mistake, are we? Junior Brother Zhangqing, just check which one it is, take it up and hand it in; we'll handle the rest."

The host of demons and evil spirits, hearing the conversation of those few, trembled violently, and only now did they understand.

It was merely because of a one-star mission of the Dao Yi Sect that they were all seized and brought here.

"This is damn ridiculous; doesn't the Dao Yi Sect feel a bit insane?"

In the end, Ye Zhangqing helplessly selected the mission target, whereupon the five senior brothers beheaded them on the spot.

The evil spirits had no value, but the demon beasts could still be kept; as expected, these demon beasts became ingredients for the Divine Sword Peak mess hall.

In the following days, the life of the Divine Sword Peak disciples remained plain and simple: eating meals, cultivating, and taking missions.

However, over the past two days, disciples from the other peaks have begun to band together, wanting to oppose the Divine Sword Peak disciples.

Every day at dawn, the area before the Mission Hall is packed with people.

"Damn, I'm really fed up with this bunch of bastards; they come every day this early to grab missions."

"Hmph, if the Divine Sword Peak disciples aren't acting human, then neither will I; it's just snatching tasks and demon horses—who's afraid of whom? Come on."

"If Divine Sword Peak won't give me a horse, I won't give them one either; let's see how they manage their missions."

In the end, unable to suppress the resentment in their hearts, the various peaks gradually became locked in rivalry.

Thus, the Mission Hall obviously became the liveliest spot on the main peak.

Almost at all times, disciples stand guard outside the Mission Hall; once it updates its missions, they swarm forward and then snatch them all away.

But even so, the probability of Divine Sword Peak disciples snagging a mission remains the highest.

Besides missions, it's also the scramble for demon horses.

After leaving the Mission Hall, disciples from each peak glare fiercely at the Divine Sword Peak disciples, then rush swiftly toward the horse field at the mountain's base.

At first, the Divine Sword Peak disciples didn't know what this meant, but later they realized the others were trying to seize the horses.

The Divine Sword Peak disciples couldn't help but let out a cold smile.

"It's not that I look down on you; if you want to steal horses, you're still too green."

Charging together toward the mountain's base, watching the other peaks' disciples display their movement techniques, the Divine Sword Peak disciples snorted with derision.

"You dare to show off a minor-accomplishment Flowing Light Step and embarrass yourself? Watch mine—Flowing Light Step, go!"

With the same movement technique, the disciples of the other peaks are generally a notch weaker than those of Divine Sword Peak.

As they executed their movement technique, the Divine Sword Peak disciples swooshed away in an instant, leaving the other peaks' disciples behind—so far that even their shadows vanished—completely bewildered.

"What the hell was that just now?"

"You're blind, that was a perfected Flowing Light Step."

"Perfected?"

If it were just one or two, that would be fine, but nearly every Divine Sword Peak disciple has trained their movement techniques to at least the great-accomplishment level; the only difference is the rank.

This is damn absurd—watching the Divine Sword Peak disciples vanish in a puff of smoke, there's no point even trying to compete; by the time the others pant their way to the horse field, unsurprisingly, the horses are gone.

"I'm really fed up—what's going on with this Divine Sword Peak, does everyone have a great-accomplishment movement technique?"

"Faster than a damn rabbit runs."

"Although I'm not convinced, but speaking of movement techniques, I'm willing to call Divine Sword Peak the strongest."

"Ahhh, I'm not willing!"

"Outside the horse field, the disciples of all peaks lamented to the heavens, while the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ who had gone ahead, riding on horseback, showed a disdainful smile and said."

"Still want to steal horses? That's a joke; my buddies never lose when grabbing food."

"If I can't even get food, I can still get horses."

"Naive."

"Still too young."

"Just like that, the disciples of all peaks who had prepared to take revenge tragically discovered that they simply couldn't outmatch Divine Sword Peak."

"From now on, don't call it Divine Sword Peak; just call it Movement Technique Peak—everyone has mastered movement techniques, how can we still play?"