Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 194: Full of Confidence

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Full of Confidence

"The punishment for a minor merit is to transfer the two-month cultivation resources taken from Steward Mu Kun and others to you for your own use. As for the reward for a major merit, you will have the privilege to enter the Third Level of the Sword Pavilion and select any secret technique manual of your choice."

"Chu Feng, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

Guardian Bao asked authoritatively, staring at Chu Feng.

"This disciple is truly grateful and accepts wholeheartedly!" Chu Feng was quite satisfied with the verdict.

After all, the status of people like Mu Kun was far higher than his. The fact that the Sect was willing to punish people like Mu Kun for a newbie like him, and to demote the Advanced Level Disciple Ma Miao to a Sword Slave all at once.

This was already extremely generous.

As everyone knows, being demoted to a Sword Slave is basically equivalent to being expelled from the Sect.

The rewards the Sect offered to Chu Feng were quite generous, as well.

The status of Mu Kun and his group was not low; the cultivation resources they could receive in a month were definitely substantial. Including the two Enforcement disciples, there were a total of seven people; taking away their two months’ worth of cultivation resources and rewarding them to Chu Feng.

That was the equivalent of fourteen months of cultivation resources, and the monthly salary of Steward Mu Kun alone was worth three months of an ordinary disciple’s salary.

Such a huge amount of cultivation resources was only the reward for a minor merit.

As for the major merit, it was even more enticing.

To directly allow Chu Feng to ascend to the Third Level of the Sword Pavilion and select any secret technique manual, just thinking about it was exhilarating.

Even among the Sect’s Advanced Level Disciples, only a handful of the lucky ones get the chance to visit the Third Level of the Sword Pavilion. As for ordinary disciples, unless they have made a significant contribution, they shouldn’t even dream of reaching the Third Level of the Sword Pavilion in their lifetime.

Hearing the rewards Guardian Bao gave to Chu Feng, even the stewards from the Law Enforcement Hall were envious.

Looking at Chu Feng, their eyes were filled with jealousy.

"Guardian Lords above, punishing us with two months’ worth of salary, we have made errors first, and have nothing to say. But, rewarding Chu Feng with the right to enter the Third Level of the Sword Pavilion and select any cultivation technique, isn’t this reward a bit too generous?"

Mu Kun, having been punished with losing two months of cultivation resources, was already extremely upset inside.

This also caused him immense pain.

However, he was not particularly worried, as he was confident that he could secretly reclaim these resources. As the Steward of the First Level of the Sword Pavilion and the entry registrar, he held considerable power in his hands.

At least in handling a new ordinary disciple like Chu Feng who just joined the Sect, he was quite confident.

Bang!

Guardian Bao slammed his palm down on the desk, startling everyone.

He looked furious, and coldly said, "Mu Kun, you are just a minor Steward, yet you dare question our decisions? Humph, it seems that just depriving you of two months’ worth of cultivation resources was too lenient."

Thump!

Mu Kun was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Guardian Lord, please quell your anger, I dare not question the decision of the three Lords! I just feel that it’s a bit of a waste to bestow such valuable resources on Chu Feng, who is a waste without even sword meridians."

While saying this, he was also slapping his own face, creating loud smacking sounds.

Steward Mu Kun, cunning and sly, managed to defuse the crisis easily.

If he directly opposed the decisions of Guardian Bao and the others, it would undoubtedly be a death wish. Now by attributing it to Chu Feng’s lack of talent, he is suggesting that it’s not appropriate to tilt these valuable resources towards a waste.

With this, the expressions on the faces of the three protectors eased considerably.

"Let it slide this time, but if you repeat this offense, don’t blame this Guardian for not being courteous!"

After Guardian Bao issued the verdict document to Chu Feng and the others, he waved his hand "Dismissed!"

At that moment, Steward Mu Kun and the others, as if they had been granted a great amnesty, dispersed like birds and beasts with the judgment document in hand. They were merely punished by having two months of their cultivation resources taken away, but Ma Miao’s fate was far more miserable.

Not only had he become crippled, but he also lost his status as an Advanced Level Disciple and was demoted to a Sword Slave.

Now, even Chu Feng, a new Entry-level disciple, outranks him.

"Chu Feng, I will never let you off!" Ma Miao glared at Chu Feng with venomous eyes, grinding his teeth in hatred as if he wanted to tear Chu Feng apart.

After expressing his gratitude to the three protectors, Chu Feng, holding the judgment document, felt like his hardships had turned to sweetness, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, he sensed an extremely chilling gaze fixed on him, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Instinctively looking over, once he realized it was Ma Miao harboring ill will against him, Chu Feng sneered coldly, "A mere Sword Slave still dreaming of revenge? Utterly courting death."

If Ma Miao dared harm him again, Chu Feng wouldn’t mind sending him straight to meet King Yan.

Previously, as an Advanced Level Disciple, Ma Miao held a higher status than Chu Feng, who didn’t dare kill Ma Miao.

Now, Ma Miao was just a Sword Slave, while Chu Feng had made significant contributions to the Sect. If he wanted to deal with Ma Miao, he need not have any reservations.

...

Having left the Law Enforcement Hall, Chu Feng could be described as elated and relieved.

He had defeated Steward Mu Kun and the others.

"First, I will bring this minor merit judgment document to the remuneration window on the First Level of the Sword Pavilion, then head to the Third Level to select a Secret Technique Manual."

Chu Feng was filled with anticipation; both the substantial cultivation resources and the Secret Technique Manuals could greatly enhance his strength.

The only thing troubling him was his lack of sword meridians.

His cultivation could no longer make the slightest progress.

His sword meridians were already stretched to their limits, and any more pressure would cause them to explode.

It was only because Chu Feng possessed the Abnormal Fire and had an extraordinarily refined control over the Fire Sword Qi that he had remained unscathed. Otherwise, any other person might have already died from their body exploding.

Before long, Chu Feng arrived at the First Level of the Sword Pavilion.

After handing over the minor merit judgment document, the person in charge at the window issued him a receipt. For the next two months, on the first day of each month, he could use this receipt to collect the remuneration originally allocated to Steward Mu Kun and his group.

Chu Feng happily tucked away the receipt.

He wasn’t in a hurry anyway, since those cultivation resources would be useless to him until the issue with his sword meridians was resolved.

Chu Feng then approached the Sect entry registration window.

Steward Mu Kun looked as if he had lost his parents, a sour expression on his face as he sat inside the window.

Seeing Chu Feng appear before him, Steward Mu Kun’s eyes immediately shot flames.

"Chu Feng, if you’ve come here to humiliate me, I advise you to get lost. Otherwise, even at the risk of being punished by the Sect rules, I will make sure you are dead," Steward Mu Kun’s cheeks quivered violently.

He was already seething with rage like a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

"Hmph, as if you have the capability to kill me," Chu Feng challenged.

Would Chu Feng be afraid of this old geezer? If Steward Mu Kun dared to engage him in a life-and-death arena, Chu Feng would undoubtedly turn him into a dead dog in an instant.

"Steward Mu Kun seems to have a short memory of important matters; you still owe me my new disciple resources. Hurry up and hand them over!" With his strength increased and his status more secure, Chu Feng spoke with much more confidence.

Steward Mu Kun’s eyeballs rolled, as he had never had any intention of giving Chu Feng the entry-level disciple resources he deserved.