Chapter 69: with translation of chapter title

The matter of Huling, no one in the Dao Yi Sect knows, nor would anyone have thought that a disciple would dare to provoke a Demon King.

In the canteen, Ye Zhangqing had just finished Xiūliàn, holding a tea jar and took a sip of water.

"Open character panel."

【Host: Ye Zhangqing.】

【Identity: Dao Yi Sect Menial Disciple.】

【Cultivation: Meridian Opening Stage Perfection (86351/100000).】

【Technique: Clear Heart Technique, Perfection (10000/10000).】

【Technique: Nine Meridians Technique, Perfection (30000/30000).】

【Spell: Shadow Blade, Perfection (10000/10000).】

【Technique: Seven Stars Step, Perfection (10000/10000).】

【Spiritual Jade, Accomplished (25687/30000).】

【Reputation: Fame gradually emerging.】

【Talent: Middle Upper Tier (26587/50000).】

【Physique: Middle Upper Tier (62546/70000).】

【Comprehension: Upper Upper Tier (7762/200000).】

After a period of arduous Xiūliàn, the improvement was not small; his cultivation had already reached Perfection of the Meridian Opening Stage, and he could soon break through to the Golden Core Stage.

Also the Nine Meridians Technique was Perfected, and his comprehension had risen to Upper Upper Tier.

His efforts finally paid off; satisfied, he closed the character panel, holding his tea cup and came to the Tǎng yǐ to rest a bit; it was about time to prepare dinner.

"Speaking of which, the Mission Hall has been quite lively lately."

Having gone to the Mission Hall several times, each visit was a sea of people, and now the Mission Hall's tasks are basically snatched up the moment they are released.

Especially low-star tasks, which are even harder to come by.

The disciples' enthusiasm for doing tasks is very high, and they are also competing fiercely.

In response, Ye Zhangqing only said he didn't want to join the fray; in his previous life he had competed enough, and in this life he just wants to live a bit more easily.

"Doing more tasks is also good, after all, the stronger the sect, the more securely I can survive."

He smiled faintly and whispered a sentence.

Little did he know, at this moment the Zhu Feng Mission Hall had already descended into utter chaos, with many disciples cursing angrily there.

"Taken again?"

"Enough already, those damn Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ don't even rest, do they?"

"I'm really impressed, taking several rounds of tasks in a day, just having done them is enough; give others a chance."

"Steward, any new tasks out yet?"

"Hurry up and put up new tasks, we've already waited half a Shíchén."

When it comes to grabbing these aspects, the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are simply outstanding; even if disciples from all peaks join forces, they have never managed to gain any advantage over the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ.

Seeing they are no match, the disciples from other peaks have also learned to behave; then they just compete.

But as they competed, everyone found they couldn't even compete.

Those Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are simply over the top, taking damn several rounds of tasks in a day, each one pumped up like they've been injected with chicken blood.

Now wanting to take a task is practically like undergoing a Heavenly Tribulation; without enduring layers of hardship, not to mention taking a task, even getting close to the Formation Light Curtain is impossible.

Except for the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ; these guys' movement techniques are damn slick, weaving through the crowd, slippery as damn loaches, and with a whoosh they glide past.

After waiting half an hour with no new tasks appearing, the disciples grew anxious, but at this moment even more anxious were the various Stewards of the Mission Hall, as well as the chief overseeing the Mission Hall, the Third Elder.

"Hall Master, there really are none left; no one-star or two-star tasks remain, only a dozen or so three-star tasks."

In the rear courtyard of the Mission Hall, a group of Stewards gathered before the Third Elder, each with a grim expression as they spoke.

After living so many years, this is still the first time encountering such a thing; the disciples under the sect have actually completed all the sect's tasks—what do you call this?

Previously, the sect specially stipulated mandatory tasks, wasn't that just to get the disciples to complete tasks?

Before, you were indifferent to tasks, yet the sect had to enforce mandatory rules; now it's completely reversed—the disciples want to do tasks, but the sect has none left.

Hearing the many Stewards' complaints below, the Third Elder also furrowed his brows and said.

"Why is this? Weren't there plenty before?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Stewards almost in unison said.

"Isn't it because of Divine Sword Peak?"

Divine Sword Peak—upon hearing these three words, the Third Elder only felt his heart tighten; truly, fear summons what is feared, yet he still steeled himself to ask.

"Are they starting to break the rules again?"

"No, the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ still each take only three tasks per time."

"Then why..........."

Since the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are quite honest, how could such a situation arise? The Third Elder was puzzled, but soon a Steward gave the answer.

"Their efficiency is just too fast."

"Although they take few at a time, they come every day; the most extreme one completed a full eight tasks in a day, and we have no idea how he did it."

Taking few but many times—already driven numb by the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ.

Even upon hearing this, the Third Elder's eyes widened.

"Eight tasks in a day?"

What kind of immortal is this? You think he's eating buns, grabbing one on the left and one on the right.

"Actually, if it were just the Divine Sword Peak like this, it wouldn't have come to this, but after the other peaks' disciples were stimulated, they also started............"

He paused, and the Stewards added further.

The source is still at Divine Sword Peak.

He spoke in a low voice; at this moment, the Third Elder seemed able to understand the worries of the previous Second Senior Brother, Shi Song.

What if I also go to Divine Sword Peak?

He secretly thought, but quickly shook his head and rejected the idea—what could he do at Divine Sword Peak? They were already very disciplined, taking only three missions each time.

As for being overly diligent, shouldn't that be praised? How could one still criticize?

So there was no good reason to go to Divine Sword Peak.

But outside was now in chaos; after a moment of thought, the Third Elder made an unprecedented decision.

Let's temporarily close it.

Huh?

Upon hearing this, all the stewards were startled, and the Third Elder replied irritably.

What else can we do? With no missions, what's the point of keeping the Mission Hall open? Let's temporarily close it.

Closing the Mission Hall was absolutely the first time in the history of the Dao Yi Sect.

Soon, the stewards left and came to the main hall, seeing the noisy disciples.

Quiet.

As the steward spoke, everyone gradually quieted down, and then they heard the steward tell the disciples to wait outside temporarily.

Please, disciples, do not crowd inside the main hall; temporarily withdraw and wait outside.

No one knew why, but the disciples obediently withdrew from the Mission Hall, thinking they were just waiting outside; who would have thought that, just as they left, with a bang, the Mission Hall's gate shut itself.

What does this mean?

You can't even see this? The Mission Hall's gate is closed.

This move left the disciples bewildered, and from inside came the stewards' voices again.

Effective immediately, the Mission Hall is temporarily closed; the reopening time will be announced later.

Holy shit.

Upon hearing that, the disciples stood dumbfounded—had the Mission Hall just been rolled up and shut?

Looking at the stewards inside the main hall, they all wore expressions of relief; although closing the Mission Hall was hardly glorious, at least they could enjoy some peace for a couple of days.