Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 184: Encounter Again

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Encounter Again

"Heh heh, others, of course, can receive this month’s cultivation resources! In your case, wait until you have completed the task, then come back to claim them, to avoid waste," Steward Mu Kun laughed eerily.

As if looking at a dead man.

Even if Chu Feng is foolish, he understands the implicit meaning behind this old man’s words.

"Wait until you come back alive to claim this month’s cultivation resources. Otherwise, it would be a waste!"

He has no quarrel with this Mu Kun, yet he is treated so maliciously. Even if Chu Feng is highly cultivated and patient, at this moment he can’t help but feel his anger rising, full of hatred for Steward Mu Kun.

"Why, still not leaving? Are you waiting for this Steward to send you off?"

"Looking at this Steward with such spiteful eyes, what do you want to do, strike out or something?"

Steward Mu Kun relies on his higher status and stronger power than Chu Feng, and is bullying him outright.

"Heh heh heh, with your useless self who doesn’t even possess sword meridians, this Steward could poke to death several of you with just one finger! Scram!"

Steward Mu Kun isn’t afraid to escalate the situation.

The more people who know that he’s openly dealing with Chu Feng, the faster the message will reach Elder Yang’s ears.

This is exactly the outcome he wants.

If Chu Feng wants to fight him, he wouldn’t mind slapping Chu Feng to death with one palm.

Because in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the hierarchy is strict. Disrespecting one’s superiors is a capital offence.

"Steward Mu Kun, do you think it’s thrilling to bully me? Do you think by doing so, you can curry favor with Elder Yang?"

"I have a saying for you! Better to laugh with the Old man with white hair, than to bully the poor when they are young! Thirty years in the east river, thirty years in the west river, maybe some time you will offend someone you shouldn’t. Then, it’s yet to be determined who will be the one getting slapped to death!"

"Today you’re withholding my cultivation resources, another day, I’ll make you repay me double. And you will deliver them to me personally!"

After finishing his words, Chu Feng didn’t entangle himself with this old thing anymore and turned to leave proudly.

A mere Steward can’t suppress him for long.

"I’ve just arrived and know nothing about the situation within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. No, I must find a way to call in Li Shishi as soon as possible to be my Sword Slave by my side and gather information."

"Otherwise, if I have to cultivate and gather information myself, I simply can’t keep up. Facing these enemies, I would be at a huge disadvantage."

Chu Feng knows nothing about the Fiery Flame Cave.

If Li Shishi were by his side, with her strong intelligence-gathering abilities, she would certainly be able to quickly find out the details of the Fiery Flame Cave.

Now, Chu Feng has offended Elder Yang and is openly humiliated by Steward Mu Kun; if he asks others about the Fiery Flame Cave, likely, no one will bother with him.

Having left the Sword Pavilion, Chu Feng still held a try-it-and-see attitude, wanting to inquire about the Fiery Flame Cave and then plan accordingly.

However, as soon as he approached a seemingly friendly ordinary disciple, the other’s face immediately turned cold and they quickly walked away. After four attempts, he received the same treatment, as if Chu Feng were the Plague God himself.

They won’t even talk to him, let alone stand with him.

Chu Feng couldn’t help but smile bitterly and shake his head. Now, he feared that he would be isolated by the other disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

After the exhausting journey and three days in the Sword Testing Forest, Chu Feng was starving.

And extremely tired, feeling waves of sleepiness.

He immediately headed to his dormitory.

There are at least a few thousand, even tens of thousands, of ordinary disciples in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. After all, it gathers all the geniuses of the Northern Territory, and every year a new batch of people are recruited into the sect.

In this world, people generally have very long lifespans.

Swordsmen living to an age of one hundred and forty or fifty are commonplace. Sword Masters who have opened their sword meridians and cultivated Sword Qi can live even longer. At the very least, they can live for two to three hundred years.

Some of the disciples who joined the inner sect through the Sword Testing Forest are one part. Another part is those who have transformed from Sword Slaves.

In addition to those, there are also some connected through relationships.

For instance, if a Respected Elder wants to get a couple of relatives or descendants into the sect, that’s not a difficult task at all.

With so many ordinary disciples, naturally, the treatment they receive isn’t great.

The living quarters Chu Feng was allocated were just a row of low, stone houses, with an interior and an exterior room. The furniture inside was extremely simple, only a bed and some chairs and a table. The walls were rough, not to mention luxurious decoration, they couldn’t even be considered basically furnished.

Even so, being able to live here is still an unparalleled honor.

One needs to stand out among a large number of genius disciples to successfully progress to an entry-level disciple.

Within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, ordinary disciples may only be at the bottom. But once they step out of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, they are absolutely impressive figures.

"Number 8809, it should be this room!"

The dormitories for ordinary disciples were indeed too numerous, one could not see the end at a glance. Fortunately, they were built in the mountains, so materials were very convenient to gather. Whether it was stone or wood, it was very easy to obtain.

Looking around, several mountain tops here are all of this kind of row housing.

Like terraced fields, they step up one level at a time.

Relatively speaking, the dormitories higher up are definitely better.

Be it in terms of view, ventilation, or other aspects, all are much improved. Psychologically, those living at the peak surely feel more comfortable. Like a high and mighty ruler, looking down on all living beings.

Perhaps thinking that Chu Feng was certain to die, Steward Mu Kun did not interfere when distributing the living quarters.

He gave Chu Feng a very good location instead.

Entering the dormitory, it was already covered with a thick layer of dust. It seemed that it had been a while since anyone had lived there.

Without a Sword Slave, Chu Feng could only clean up by himself.

He just casually cleaned up a bit, then headed to the cafeteria to get food.

The cafeteria is divided into two sections, this side is where entry-level disciples dine. The other side is where Sword Slaves eat, the environment and meals there are much worse. The doorway on the Sword Slaves’ side was even shorter by a notch.

It was now approaching mealtime. Chu Feng arrived relatively early, and there were not many people at this time.

In terms of food, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is not stingy at all. It’s very good, not only is there enough to be full, but there are also meat dishes and soups brewed from supplements. Cultivators have great nutritional needs.

Feeding tens of thousands of people and providing such sumptuous meals every time is no easy task.

Luckily, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is the overlord of the Northern Territory, and has many ways to make money.

They can afford to provide for everyone.

After he got his food and was eating, a man and a woman came over laughing and talking.

"Hey, isn’t that the person who joined the sect with us?" The woman exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Chu Feng. "Honestly, I never thought he would be able to join the sect back then!"

Chu Feng looked up and saw that the man and woman were both people he knew. Back in the Sword Testing Forest when he was fighting for the first Red flag, it was snatched away by this pair working together.

At the time, the man even called him trash.

He remembered, the woman’s name was He Ruoshui, and the squint-eyed man was called Lin Yuan. Each of them successfully entered the top ten with twenty-four and twenty-one Red flags respectively and were accepted by the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

"Hey, beautiful, we really must be fated!"