owlsbooks Chapter 172 Outer Sect Separation
Chapter 172 Outer Sect Separation
"By the way, Erniu, although you want to become a sword cultivator, I hope you don't go to the Punishment Hall. Your aptitude is not as good as others. Perhaps going to the Spirit Plant Peak will allow you to cultivate better."
After much deliberation, Lu Qingyun concluded that it wasn't worth shattering Li Erniu's dream for the sake of Niu Gao.
Therefore, it would be better to let him enter the Spirit Plant Peak.
In my previous life, I had stayed at Lingzhi Peak and knew that it was relatively safe there.
Even though the black-robed deacon Sun Yang wanted to use Li Erniu as supplies.
But Lu Qingyun didn't even consider a mere black-robed deacon, a weakling killed by Mu Shan with a single hand, a threat.
Today is not what it used to be.
He was no longer the helpless boy he once was in front of the black-robed deacon.
Li Erniu nodded blankly.
Li Erniu believed in Lu Qingyun.
Although everyone says that the servants in the punishment hall are more suitable for sword cultivators, Brother Lu must have his reasons for saying that.
Just then, the young marquis also asked him to go to Lingzhi Peak, which made him even more certain that this was the choice he should make.
Flying boat.
A black-robed deacon came to greet them.
It was everyone's turn to head to the Miscellaneous Service Peak.
Xiao Daojue was taken aback when he saw that Chen Xiru and Lu Qingyun were still on the flying boat and had not yet disembarked.
"Sir, why aren't Brother Lu and the others coming with us?"
The black-robed deacon sneered, "You are mere servants with meager talents. You wish to go to the Servants' Peak, while others are outer disciples. How can you compare to them?"
As Xiao Daojue watched Lu Qingyun and Chen Xiru stand side by side on the flying boat, like a pair of celestial lovers leaving together, his fists clenched involuntarily.
He shouldn't be jealous or resentful.
After all, that's just his talent. He's just an ordinary low-grade fire spirit root, which can't compare to the extraordinary talents of people like Lu Qingyun and Chen Xiru.
But he was unwilling to accept it, he was simply not reconciled.
Xiao Daojue's mouth tasted increasingly bitter, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Without realizing it, he had clenched his fists until they bled.
Xiao Daojue walked towards the group of people in the Talisman Hall, completely bewildered.
As Li Erniu was about to leave with the black-robed steward, he looked at him worriedly before leaving: "Young Marquis, you seem a little pale. Has something happened?"
Xiao Daojue remained silent.
He left numbly, only staring blankly at Li Erniu, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word for a long time.
Li Erniu wanted to ask Xiao Daojue what exactly had happened.
However, the black-robed deacon impatiently had him dragged away.
Li Erniu was worried and naturally didn't want to leave, so he told the Qi Refining disciple Xiao Daojue that he might have encountered something.
Unexpectedly, the other party knocked him unconscious with a single chop to the neck, and coldly said to the other disciples:
"Once you enter the immortal sect, your past friends are no longer relevant. Forget about others and focus on figuring out how to guide your own Qi into your body!"
"If you fail to successfully cultivate Qi, the sect will expel you from the mountain!"
Xiao Daojue followed the others to the residence of the Talisman Hall on the Miscellaneous Service Peak.
The senior brother in charge told everyone to find a first-level talisman master as their master, based on their own fate.
Everyone else rushed forward to greet the talisman masters with kind words of good fortune.
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Xiao Daojue's heart.
"Everyone talks about Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher. If I could find a good master, perhaps I could enter the outer sect and catch up with Lu Qingyun and Chen Xiru?"
Xiao Daojue approached a magnificent talisman master, adorned with gold and jade, with great anticipation: "My lord, may I...may I become your apprentice? I will certainly study diligently to learn your knowledge!"
The talisman master snorted coldly and sized up Xiao Daojue: "Where did this sickly fellow come from? So weak and frail, how can he be worthy of being my disciple?"
Xiao Daojue froze instantly.
Having been discouraged by Lu Qingyun and Chen Xiru, he did look rather dull and gloomy. Unexpectedly, he was directly rejected by this talisman master without even considering it.
Xiao Daojue looked at the other talisman masters.
"No, no!"
They all waved their hands, and some even covered their noses and pushed him away.
"Go find someone else; I don't need a disciple like you!"
In the end, everyone had chosen their masters, leaving only Xiao Daojue and a naturally stupid, dirty-looking fool who no one wanted.
The senior disciple in charge frowned: "How come this year's disciples are so incompetent? Two useless idiots have emerged in a row."
Xiao Daojue felt even more bitter and dazed.
"Am I born so worthless? My mother died in childbirth, and my father died of illness when I was ten."
"Now I am sixteen years old, and it is time for me to embark on spiritual practice, but now I am rejected by heaven and abandoned by people."
"The path is severed, the path is severed... Am I destined to have my path cut off from me? I... I'm not reconciled!"
A line of bloody tears streamed down Xiao Daojue's face.
The senior brother in charge ignored him and said with disgust, "At such a young age, you shed tears after experiencing just a little hardship. You are a disgrace to us cultivators."
He tossed a token to Xiao Daojue and the mentally challenged youth.
"Since you were willing to be a handyman in the Talisman Hall, even if no master wants you now, you can't quit."
This is my sect's token. Drip your blood on it, and choose a day to receive a cultivation technique.
In addition, you also need to cut down 150 bitter bamboos in the sect's Black Bamboo Forest every day as a task.
If you fail to complete it on any given day, don't blame your senior brother for his cold-blooded and ruthless whip.
Fu Peak is the most oppressive peak among all the outer peaks of the Yunxia Sect, and Fu Hall is the most oppressive hall among all the miscellaneous halls.
Other menial laborers who fail to cultivate Qi can still live as ordinary people, but the cultivators of the Talisman Hall can only continue to do hard labor, and are even frequently beaten by their senior brothers and masters.
Until he becomes a distinguished talisman master.
Even with a master, one must still be like Xiao Daojue in his previous life, drawing talismans every day and working like a beast of burden.
In the black bamboo forest.
Xiao Daojue numbly chopped at the bitter bamboo with his long-dulled axe.
The splinters from the axe pierced his hand, drawing blood; the sharp branches of the bitter bamboo cut his body; and the mosquitoes, oblivious to his presence, sucked at his skin.
boom!
"I hate it! I hate it!"
Xiao Daojue's eyes were bloodshot as he chopped away with his axe.
"Why is this world treating me like this!"
"What did I do wrong to deserve the death of my parents, the hatred of my siblings, and being banished to a desolate land? Even after entering a cultivation sect, I am treated like this. Is this the way of heaven and man?!"
Xiao Daojue cried as he poured out his grievances.
"Young master of the Xiao family! Your pain has awakened me. None of this is your fault. If Heaven is unjust, then kill Heaven. If the world is unjust, then slaughter all the people!"
"Craving power? Then go and perform a blood sacrifice, and I will give you everything you desire!"
A seductive voice rang in Xiao Daojue's ears.
At the same time, a ritual naturally appeared in his mind.
Xiao Daojue burst into maniacal laughter: "Good! Good! This truly shows that Heaven hasn't forsaken me, Xiao Daojue!"
"A blood sacrifice, indeed! The lives of these lowly people should be used to celebrate the beginning of my path!"
The mentally challenged young man walked up to Xiao Daojue with a naive expression and pointed to his eyes in confusion.
She gestured to Xiao Daojue, indicating whether he was sad, and wanted to pat him on the head like a mother would to comfort him.
He extended his dirty, yet kind, hand.
"Fine, even you're bullying me now. I'll start with you!"
A wicked smile crept across Xiao Daojue's lips.
The next moment, the instant the mentally challenged youth touched his hair, Xiao Daojue swung his axe and severed his neck.
The mentally challenged young man thought that Xiao Daojue had stopped crying because of his comforting words, and that's why he laughed.
A naive smile appeared on his face as well, then he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.