A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother
Chapter 194: The Demon Sect = Manual Labor

Qin Wenke and Li Xuanxiao left Mount Shushan together.

First time carrying out a mission with Qin Wenke.

Li Xuanxiao made a little backup plan.

After all, Qin Wenke had always been pursuing Su Wan.

Thinking back, the last time was also a mission.

And it was Murong Mo, who also liked Su Wan...

Luckily, everything went smoothly this time, and the two of them arrived without incident at the recruitment site for that small sect.

It was called a small sect, but once they arrived—

There were quite a lot of people.

Li Xuanxiao and Qin Wenke exchanged a glance.

And saw a crowd of people fighting to sign up.

"Me, me, me!!"

"Me!"

"I want to join."

"I want to join."

"........"

"Everyone, hurry and sign up! Spots are limited, and if you’re late, you’ll miss your chance!" someone shouted loudly.

Seeing the situation, Qin Wenke quickly said:

"Junior Brother Xuanxiao, you stand in line here, I’ll go get the number."

After speaking, he ran off in a hurry, muttering as he went.

"Even joining the Demon Sect is this hard nowadays."

Li Xuanxiao frowned slightly, looking around at the people.

Very soon, Qin Wenke got the number.

"This is a microloan."

"This is a Cultivator Loan!"

"This is a No-Worries Loan for Cultivation."

"....."

"Please sign here. We've already taken out many magical artifacts and spirit stones in loans for you."

Qin Wenke: (O_o)??

Just as he was hesitating on whether to sign, someone behind shouted loudly.

"If you won’t do it, we will!"

"Hurry up!"

Qin Wenke gritted his teeth, afraid the spot would be taken, and quickly signed and sealed it.

Very soon it was Li Xuanxiao’s turn.

Li Xuanxiao frowned, and the others in line behind him were rushing him.

Helpless, he also signed.

As soon as Li Xuanxiao finished signing and sealing—

The other applicants around them immediately stopped pretending.

They returned to orderly ranks, arms akimbo.

"Hey, you think anyone else will come today?"

"Who knows, at this time, these two should be the last batch?"

Not long after, another itinerant cultivator rushed to the scene.

The people around quickly got back into character again.

"Me, me, me!"

"Don’t fight with me!"

"Heavens, I must sign up today."

Seeing how hot the scene was, the itinerant cultivator quickly joined in.

"Fellow Daoist, you’ve earned a queue-skipping privilege."

"...R-really?"

"This is a microloan...."

Qin Wenke, squatting in the corner: (⊙o⊙)…

Li Xuanxiao’s ghostly voice echoed, “The martial world is full of danger, you can never be too careful~”

Qin Wenke took a deep breath. “By the way, did you use your real name?”

Li Xuanxiao: “I didn’t.”

Qin Wenke laughed. “Me neither. Who uses their real name when traveling?”

Li Xuanxiao added, “But you left your fingerprint, plus your blood and hair. With those,

they can borrow from formal cultivator loan alliances. And of course, the repayment’s on you.”

Qin Wenke was silent for a moment. “Then aren’t we screwed? Came out for a mission and lost money before earning a dime.”

Li Xuanxiao shook his head. “Senior Brother, it’s not ‘we’, it’s you. All the loan alliances already blacklisted me from their credit system—they can’t get a cent from me.

If you don’t repay, they’ll use your blood and hair to curse you.”

What Li Xuanxiao didn’t say was that his hair, fingerprints, and blood were all fake.

All of it belonged to a made-up person who didn’t exist.

Qin Wenke’s mouth twitched. “No wonder they’re a heretic cult!!”

This only strengthened his resolve to wipe them out.

“By the way, what if they make us do something evil? Like killing people?” Qin Wenke asked worriedly.

“Improvise,” Li Xuanxiao said softly.

In truth, Qin Wenke was overthinking.

Their first afternoon in the Demon Sect—

They were taken to do manual labor that night.

“Tonight’s task is to chop spirit trees. These trees are full of spiritual energy and tough as hell, so everyone needs to put in extra effort,” the Sect Leader shouted.

Standing on the back mountain of the Righteous Alliance, Qin Wenke glanced around.

“D*mn, these Demon Sect people are shady. They’re actually chopping down the spirit trees the Righteous Alliance worked so hard to grow. These trees must be at least a hundred years old.”

Li Xuanxiao asked curiously, “Why is the Righteous Alliance’s defense so lax? They’re just letting Demon Sect folks waltz right in?”

“Who cares,” Qin Wenke rolled up his sleeves. “We’ve gotta do our part well.”

Then he grabbed his sword and started chopping.

Even the tools for chopping trees had to be brought yourself—these days, nothing’s easy.

“Let’s go, brothers! Heave-ho, heave-ho!”

“Remember, you’re not chopping spirit trees—you’re cutting down those hypocritical righteous sect disciples, those b*stards from the Righteous Alliance!!”

The Sect Leader cheered them on, then walked over to Qin Wenke and patted his shoulder.

“Work hard, and you’ll make it to the top someday.”

Qin Wenke smiled, sweat pouring down like rain.

He chopped the spirit trees even more energetically.

After they finally finished chopping, Qin Wenke and Li Xuanxiao saw with their own eyes the Demon Sect Leader accepting the payment from a disciple of the Righteous Alliance.

The Sect Leader complained, “Why is it so little this time?”

“You didn’t chop the trees evenly,” the Righteous Alliance disciple explained.

The Sect Leader frowned. “Nothing I can do—these are new recruits with no experience. Still, give us a bit more. We’ve worked together for so long. I promise next time we’ll do a better job.”

The Righteous Alliance disciple curled his lip but helplessly gave them a little more.

The Sect Leader was full of gratitude.

Later that night, the Deputy Sect Leader took them to help disciples of Dingyuan Sect plant spiritual rice in the back mountain.

Planting spiritual rice not only consumes spiritual energy but is also extremely exhausting.

A few days later, they were given nothing more than a cheap Qi-Boosting Pill.

They then boarded a flying boat with the Deputy Sect Leader.

Qin Wenke sat in a corner of the boat, starting to question life.

So we’re taking pills now too?

Am I doing manual labor or deep undercover?

At that moment, everyone on the flying boat felt a strong aura of killing intent.

Qin Wenke instantly perked up, “I knew the Demon Sect wasn’t that simple. That was just camouflage before. Junior Brother, if a fight breaks out later, stick close to me.”

Li Xuanxiao nodded like a pecking chick, his expression serious.

Qin Wenke grabbed a Demon Sect steward. “Fellow Daoist, we’re about to get into a fight—got any pills to spare?”

“Just drink more water,” the Demon Sect disciple replied perfunctorily.