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Chapter 7 - Are you okay? You\'ve made your parents uneducated.

Mission Hall…

This Sect didn’t naturally possess wealth. In the realm of cultivating immortals, it was essential to have a personal enterprise to acquire necessary goods and materials. Hence, Sects establish task halls for disciples’ training and to generate income.

Generally, righteous Sects guard mines, eliminate beasts, search for spirit herbs, and aid others in overcoming challenges.

Demonic cultivation Sects operated similarly. The difference lay in Demonic Sects openly presenting certain tasks.

For instance:

[The Zhou family seeks conflict with the Wang family and needs cultivators above the seventh level to assist, regardless of life or death. High rewards for exterminating the family.]

Or:

[Reward for heads of Qingfeng Sect inner disciples on Broken Mountain: one hundred spirit stones.]

Or even:

[Recruiting disciples above the fourth level of spirit attraction to eliminate the Zhang family in Nanyang. Three participants secured, one more needed. Guaranteed minimum of five spirit stones for the task.]

Wu Ping rubbed his chin. Demonic cultivators were straightforward. If a task involved wiping out a family, it was stated outright. Anyone with the strength could participate, and a guaranteed five spirit stones was uncommon.

Spirit stones were rare and valuable, with a market price of one thousand taels of silver per stone. They were seldom sold, and unless in special circumstances, people didn’t usually part with them.

Wu Ping received the task, but being relatively new to martial arts, he hesitated due to his adequate cultivation level.

It’s morning, so there weren’t many people around. The fresh task fell into Wu Ping’s hands without competition. Taking the task card, Wu Ping approached the Elder, who was still meditating.

The Elder, without looking up, instructed, “Check the token. Write your name and task number on this roster.”

Wu Ping complied and left.

After he departed, the Elder opened his eyes with a sinister smile and said, “The smell of blood is strong… Another new outer disciple, and the taste of soul swallowing… Good seedlings, good seedlings.”

In the Demon Cultivation Sect, killing was common, and disciples with a strong scent of blood attracted attention. Killing also required resources, and the key was ensuring survival.

At the mountain Sect, looking at the lush mountains and forests in the distance, Wu Ping couldn’t help but exclaim, “Returning to the mountains like a tiger, entering the sea like a dragon. Today, soaring with the wind, ascending ninety thousand miles!”

Overlooking the mountains, Wu Ping couldn’t help but feel a surge of heroism. Wu Ping, a person who believed he was at his best without gaining momentum, would even slap passing dogs if he didn’t like them when he gained momentum.

Being a self-aware and openly hostile individual, Wu Ping wasn’t one to tolerate nonsense. Today, facing the scenic beauty, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Skyrocketed 90,000 miles~.”

A somewhat mocking voice came from behind. Wu Ping turned around to see two women and a man approaching. The woman in a red robe, speaking, was one of them.

The person beside her quickly said, “Xiao Cui, don’t talk. Junior brother, may I ask if you’re the one who took the Nanyang mission?”

Wu Ping nodded, “Yes.”

The woman in green clothes smiled, “Now that we’re all here, may I ask for Junior Brother’s name? I am Wushuang Qing. This is my fellow disciple from the same sect, Du Yucui, and this is a fellow senior disciple from a different sect, Han Guang.”

“Also, Wu Ping.”

Wu Ping said and then looked at Du Yucui, the woman in red, and asked, “Friend Du, do we know each other?”

“I don’t know you,” she replied.

“If you don’t know, why are you making a fuss? I’m just expressing myself. If you want to speak, is your honour unharmed? Or are your parents not teaching you, allowing you to speak without understanding the consequences?”

Wu Ping’s direct and dirty words left the three of them bewildered. Although the scolding was harsh, escalating the conflict at this point would be unwise.

Wushuang Qing intervened, “Brother, forgive my sister. She talks too much. Don’t argue with her. It’s getting late. Why not hit the road now?”

Wu Ping sneered, “Teach her to speak properly before bringing her out. As for the journey, I’ll go on my own. We can meet in Nanyang when the time comes.”

Wu Ping jumped into the mountains and forests without waiting for their response. He didn’t want to argue with them, especially Du Yucui. In the forest, Wu Ping pondered how protagonists in novels endured women’s ridicule.

Happy and silent, someone had to jump in, interrupt, and mock. With a mission in mind, Wu Ping let it go and focused on the task.

After Wu Ping left, Du Yucui was angry, “Senior sister, why did you stop me!?”

“You can’t beat him. If I didn’t stop you, you might have been disabled today. Be careful. Don’t leave my sight after going down the mountain, or I don’t know what might happen.”