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The sun rose, and the morning training at Liuyun Hall came to an end. The disciples flocked into the dining hall, gathering in groups of three or five with their bowls. This time, the spotlight was no longer on the prominent second-generation rich kid Guo Manman; instead, it shifted to the grassroots Xu Feng.
"Senior Brother Xu, sit here; the light is good over here."
"Senior Brother Xu, how come this Daoist robe looks so handsome on you? I just can't pull off that vibe."
"Senior Brother Xu, with your cultivation level, entering the Outer Sect is just around the corner."
"Senior Brother Xu, I came to this world just to be your disciple..."
Halfway through his meal, Xu Feng could no longer eat and rushed to a nearby trash can to vomit.
Guo Manman sat at a distance with four followers, who wore expressions of indignation. Guo Manman, however, seemed unfazed as she continued to eat, her delicate white teeth slicing through the food. Her appetite was as good as her teeth.
The not-so-simple Xiao Hall Master had not been seen since leading the group in; rumors suggested that Xiao Hall Master had gone on a "business trip" to the Outer Sect's Mistaken Sword Hall, but the specifics were unknown.
New Moon Sect had three outer halls and three inner halls. The outer three halls were Cold Moon, Flying Star, and Liuyun. The inner three halls were Mistaken Sword, Qianlong, and Rage Battle.
Among the outer halls, Flying Star and Liuyun Hall focused on cultivating reserve disciples, while Cold Moon Hall primarily recruited outsiders to deal with local conflicts, akin to mercenaries.
In the inner three halls, Qianlong Hall was composed of true disciples from various elders of the sect; they had no formal residence and only gathered when needed, usually practicing in seclusion under their elders.
Rage War Hall served as the core strength of New Moon Sect, mostly made up of Foundation Disciples from previous generations. The lowest rank there was Refining Qi Level Ten. For instance, White Mist from Liuyun Hall was a member of Rage War Hall.
Mistaken Sword Hall was a newly established hall. New Moon Sect had been founded for over five hundred years but only gained significant fame in Liu Xiang Kingdom in the last century. This was largely due to Mistaken Sword Hall's continuous representation of New Moon Sect in the top four at the Celestial Path Fragrance Conference held every ten years.
Most importantly, all members of Mistaken Sword Hall were female disciples, each more beautiful than the last, captivating everyone they encountered.
Thus, it was entirely reasonable that Xiao Hall Master had been away on business at Mistaken Sword Hall for such an extended period.
The morning practice began, still centered around the Azure Dragon Thirteen Swords. This time, however, they would only learn the first sword.
Xu Feng had used this sword in his duel with Guo Manman yesterday, and the other disciples remembered it vividly. However, Xu Feng had borrowed it temporarily and habitually infused his own "sword intent" into the technique, making his Youlong Sword appear somewhat ambiguous.
White Mist led a few senior disciples to demonstrate the technique for everyone and provided a focused explanation of the sword moves. The new disciples quickly grasped the underlying principles, but none of them stood up to show their understanding; instead, they scratched their heads and pondered deeply, as if contemplating a century-old philosophical question.
Meanwhile, the senior disciples were already eager to practice, rubbing their fists in anticipation.
Bai Shixiong, being an experienced practitioner, understood the reason behind this behavior but chose not to point it out. He maintained the principle of mixing new and old disciples into practice groups.
In no time, cries of distress echoed throughout the area. There were more new disciples than senior ones; those who ended up paired with senior disciples could only blame their misfortune.
Guo Manman was assigned to a new disciple who recognized her prowess but was not intimidated. Guo Manman also seemed disinclined to harm anyone, so both used the Youlong Sword technique—one attacking and one defending—resulting in a peaceful exchange.
Xu Feng found himself in a more challenging situation. His opponent was an older disciple named Fang Youwei. Given Xu Feng's demonstrated combat power yesterday, which was enough to sweep through Qi Refining Third Layer practitioners, any reckless moves against him would be foolish.
"Sorry about this," Fang Youwei said, gritting his teeth as he drew his sword and lunged.
Xu Feng raised his sword to parry and counterattacked. He refrained from using Arrow Meridian's enhancement and only practiced with the strength of Jinxi at the second layer. Although Jinxi was powerful, he still lacked some ability compared to Xu Feng.
Fang Youwei thought little of this and assumed that Xu Feng was being generous and deliberately holding back. Feeling a surge of goodwill, he reduced his own strength slightly. As they continued to spar, their strikes became lighter until they barely even made contact with each other's swords, resorting to empty moves.
"This is too fake," Timur muttered, almost voicing his thoughts but managed to hold back.
"Xu Feng," Bai Shixiong finally interrupted this scene. "Come here for a moment. The rest of you continue practicing." Bai Shixiong did not stand aside but walked about a hundred meters away from the Trial Ground before stopping.
"Bai Shixiong," Xu Feng called as he followed him over.
"Pack your things," Bai Shixiong said calmly, showing no signs of anger or joy. "I will take you to the Artifact Workshop. From now on, you are a disciple of the Artifact Workshop."
"Yes," Xu Feng replied without asking further questions. He returned to his residence to gather some basic necessities and was then led by Bai Shixiong to the Artifact Workshop.
Xu Feng did not expect Guo Manman to act so quickly, nor did he know what kind of person was behind him, able to mobilize disciples from Liuyun Hall without consulting Xiao Hall Master.
The Artifact Workshop was where the New Moon Sect refined tools. Every larger sect had its own Refiner responsible for the maintenance and development of sect equipment. Modern Clerk competitions were a common occurrence; if one did not refine their own tools, merely procuring weapons would cost the sect a fortune in spirit stones.
Moreover, a good weapon played a significant role in life-and-death battles. Low-grade and mid-grade magical tools were relatively common, while high-grade magical tools possessed immense power, allowing users to fight above their level. Similarly, the requirements for refining were higher; a high-grade magical tool could only be crafted by a senior Artifact Master, and the materials required were extremely precious.
Generally, scattered cultivators at the Refining Qi Stage would use mid-grade magical tools at most, costing only a few hundred spirit stones. For example, Xu Feng's Sad Arrow set—bow and arrows—only cost two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones. In contrast, high-grade magical tools were vastly more expensive, often costing nearly a hundred times more; one would need at least ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones to take away an ordinary high-grade magical tool.
He Tanshu was wealthy but still used mid-grade magical tools, which was also related to the scarcity of individual Refiners in Xian City. Refiners crafted tools but burned through money; without solid financial backing, cultivating a Refiner was practically a dream.
For cultivators, if one did not possess the physical traits of a Refiner and passively engaged in refining tools, it meant that their cultivation journey had reached its end.
Xu Feng's assignment to the Artifact Workshop clearly indicated the "higher-ups'" intention: they wanted to ruin him.
A scattered cultivator fought hard to enter a sect for access to its resources and guidance; once removed from cultivation, it signified that this person's path in immortality had come to an end.
Bai Shixiong presented Xu Feng's transfer documents from Liuyun Hall to the reception attendant at the Artifact Workshop. The attendant glanced at the documents and said, "Bai Shixiong, don't worry. I will take good care of Junior Brother Xu."
The attendant seemed fine, but there was no warmth in his tone, as if he were reading unfamiliar words.
As Bai Shixiong left the Artifact Workshop and looked back at Xu Feng's lonely figure, he couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity—a disciple with such potential wasted because you offended someone you shouldn't have." He departed quietly.
The attendant led Xu Feng inside and said as they walked, "Your name is Xu Feng, right? I'm Tian Yuan; you can call me Tian Shixiong."
“Tian Shixiong,” Xu Feng called out.
“Since the Master is not here, I will take you to meet the Senior Brother. Your future matters will be arranged by him,” Tian Yuan said, leading Xu Feng around a rockery and arriving at the main hall of the Artifact Workshop.
A sturdy middle-aged man with a dark complexion came out of the room. Upon seeing Tian Yuan and Xu Feng, he said, “Tian Yuan, why are you here instead of guarding outside?”
“Lan Sha Shixiong,” Tian Yuan bowed and replied, “This is Xu Feng, a junior brother just transferred from Liuyun Hall. I brought him to pay respects to the Senior Brother to confirm his duties.”
“What’s there to confirm? The Senior Brother is busy refining an artifact and has no time for you. Let him guard the door for now; we can find another use for him later,” Lan Sha Shixiong decisively determined Xu Feng's position in the Artifact Workshop with one sentence.
“Understood,” Tian Yuan responded and led Xu Feng back out.
As Tian Yuan exited, he stood up straighter, for from now on, he was no longer just a mere doorkeeper; having someone under him made him somewhat of a leader.
Hmm, from now on I can be called Tian Team Leader, Tian Yuan thought to himself.
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