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"Wow, I didn't expect you, a useless person, to have such impressive skills. Quickly tell me, what was that movement technique just now? You vanished in a flash and then reappeared just as quickly. And what about that spell that conjured half a snake?" Long Xiao Wu asked with a playful grin.
"Don't play dumb with me. Just because others can't see through you doesn't mean I can't. Don't think you can act like a pig to eat a tiger in front of me. That person just now was definitely at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Judging by their attack methods, they must be a newcomer to the Foundation Establishment Stage. From what I know, the mountains surrounding the Myriad Spirit Sect are all protected by barriers; ordinary cultivators wouldn't be able to enter. So that person must be from the Myriad Spirit Sect, and they are young. Although they tried hard to pretend to be an elder, their upper jaw kept moving when they spoke, indicating they were controlling their voice," Zhao Yang analyzed seriously.
"Really? You could tell all that?" Long Xiao Wu looked at Zhao Yang as if he were a monster.
"I just don't know if reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage automatically makes one an Inner Sect Disciple or if only those with a Single Spiritual Root can become Inner Sect Disciples," Zhao Yang asked.
"I know this. The Myriad Spirit Sect's rule is that all new disciples start as Outer Sect disciples. Those rated as Elite can directly enter the Inner Sect. However, disciples with a Single Attribute Spiritual Root are cultivated as True Disciples. True Disciples refer to those who are disciples of the Sect Master or Inner Sect Elders, so the person who attacked you must be an Inner Sect Disciple."
"That's troublesome. If they're an Inner Sect Disciple, we currently don't have the qualifications to enter the Inner Sect, so finding them will be nearly impossible."
Just as Zhao Yang finished speaking, several screams suddenly echoed from nearby. The two exchanged glances and immediately rushed toward Zhao Yang's room.
"It must be that person trying to eliminate witnesses," Long Xiao Wu said.
When they arrived at the scene, they found a crowd gathered around. Zhao Yang pushed through the crowd and saw that it was indeed those who had bullied Li Yunshan last night. They lay there in a tragic state, their faces dark as ink, having had their Qi Sea destroyed along with their Spiritual Roots.
Zhao Yang sighed; he hadn't expected the other party to be so vicious, wanting to kill him just because their extortion had failed.
At that moment, an old man with gray hair arrived—it was Zhong Li, the Spirit Testing Officer who had presided over the entrance ceremony earlier and had instructed Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu to report to the woodshed as cleaners. Zhong Li frowned slightly as he looked at the five bodies on the ground. After examining them briefly, he turned to a young Spirit Testing Officer accompanying him and said, "Go call for the Grand Elder; just mention 'Yin Corpse Needle,' and they'll understand."
The young man nodded and hurried off toward the mountain gate.
Zhao Yang let out a quiet sigh of relief; thankfully, he couldn't find trouble with him now. He quietly asked Long Xiao Wu beside him, "What exactly is this Yin Corpse Needle?"
Long Xiao Wu replied, "The so-called Yin Corpse Needle isn't anything particularly powerful; however, it is a Ghost Path artifact that's extremely difficult to refine. This needle is notorious for its sinister and poisonous nature, specifically designed to break a cultivator's True Qi. Once struck by it, a cultivator will quickly succumb to its poison, leading to True Qi depletion and Spiritual Root decay. It poses little threat to Core Formation Stage cultivators since they can condense their energy into pills and are not affected by the Yin Corpse Needle's evil energy. However, for Foundation Establishment Stage and Qi Refinement Stage cultivators whose True Qi resides in their Qi Sea and circulates throughout their bodies, being struck by the Yin Corpse Needle means certain death."
Zhao Yang nodded thoughtfully; he realized how deadly this Ghost Path artifact was. No wonder he felt such an eerie sensation behind him at that moment—the Yin Corpse Needle could have posed a life-threatening danger to him. If Long Xiao Wu hadn't used his gold necklace to restrain it, he might have been injured or worse. Although he felt grateful towards Long Xiao Wu, his eyes were drawn to the large gold chain around his neck. "Xiao Wu, about that gold necklace of yours... Come on, let's go inside for some water and discuss this in detail."
"Zhao Yang! You're really something! I just saved your life!"
Early the next morning, Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu had arranged to report to the demolition site on the back mountain. On their way, they saw groups of New Disciples discussing the tragic deaths of five New Disciples from the night before.
"Look, look! Aren't those two the only useless ones in this batch?"
"Hey, it really is those two losers. Just look at them—one looks somewhat decent but is so proud while picking up trash, and the other looks like a pig. Are they trying to form a league of uselessness?"
"I heard that one has an extremely low sensitivity to Spirit Energy. When he passed through the Spirit Testing Gate, only a faint light shone from the crystal. But during the Attribute Test, all ten Attribute Spirit Pillars lit up, making him the most useless person in history. The other one doesn’t even have a Spiritual Root and only managed to reach Qi Refinement Stage Three thanks to his family's spirit herb shop. They're both just trash who got in through connections."
"This senior's words are misguided," the scholarly-looking youth from yesterday's attribute testing ceremony appeared again. "Everything exists for a reason. Think about it—if they didn't come in, who would sweep the Outer Sect's grounds, paint the walls, tend to the flowers and plants, chop wood for fire, wash clothes, cook meals, or clean toilets..."
Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu exchanged glances, both somewhat stunned. They had never realized they had such an important role.
Without saying anything, they walked towards the demolition site, ignoring the countless jeers and insults thrown their way.
"That scholar isn't bad; we should grab him someday to help with cleaning rooms and washing clothes. I wonder why there aren't any girls around?"
"Let him fish and cook soup every day while keeping watch. I'm also puzzled about why there are no young ladies; I haven't heard that our Myriad Spirit Sect doesn't accept women."
The two of them bypassed the disciple housing area and walked towards the back mountain beside the Courtyard, planning how to deal with those who called them useless along the way. After a while, they arrived at a relatively spacious courtyard surrounded by haphazard fences filled with vegetables on both sides. In the distance, there were many cattle and sheep along with pigs and chickens.
They exchanged glances again and swallowed nervously. Zhao Yang straightened his clothes and knocked on the door twice, calling out, "Is anyone there? We are here to report."
"And this young master too," Long Xiao Wu chimed in at just the right moment.
"What kind of people are you outside? Who told you to report?" a hoarse voice asked from within.
"It’s Elder Zhong."
With a creak, the peach wood door opened to reveal a middle-aged man wearing a brown apron stained with grease. His upper clothing could barely cover his protruding belly.
"You two are those so-called useless New Disciples? With your builds, can you even do any work in the firewood room?" The middle-aged man scrutinized them with an unfriendly tone.
Zhao Yang pushed open another door and called out to Long Xiao Wu behind him, saying, "The term 'waste' is what others call us brothers, but in reality, our true identity is that of waste collectors."
The middle-aged man, visibly impatient, wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. "Alright, alright, as long as you know you're waste. Go inside and drop off your luggage, then head over there and chop up those two piles of firewood. It's been damp since it rained a few days ago; if you don't chop it up, you won't be able to cook at noon. If you don't hurry, you'll have to deal with the consequences when the master gets angry."
"Master? So you’re not originally from the Myriad Spirit Sect?" Zhao Yang caught the underlying meaning in the middle-aged man's words.
"Of course not. Otherwise, why would we be here chopping wood and fetching water? I was captured by them years ago and have been working in the kitchen for over twenty years," the middle-aged man explained.
"So you're saying that none of you who are tearing down houses are cultivators? Oh, so there are no masters among you?" Long Xiao Wu asked with interest.
"Definitely not. Otherwise, how could we work in the firewood shed? However, our chef had some skills in his youth. Over the years, he has befriended some masters and even consumed a spirit pill. His skills have reached a remarkable level; it's said he can match some lesser masters in skill."
Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu exchanged glances and said in unison, "That makes things easier!"
"Go call the chef; we need to speak with him," Long Xiao Wu declared, one foot resting on a nearby water barrel, exuding an air of arrogance.
"Chang De! Why aren't you bringing those two wastes inside yet? Are you looking for trouble?" A sharp voice rang out from inside the house.
"Coming, coming!" The middle-aged man named Chang De heard the shout and quickly urged the two to enter. "Hurry up! If you don't get in soon, you'll regret it. I see you're just kids, so I won't bully you this time. But trust me, if it were anyone else, they'd definitely beat you up first before dragging you inside; that's just how it is."
Listening to Chang De's words, Zhao Yang suddenly recalled certain military styles from his past life but didn't hesitate as he stepped forward with Long Xiao Wu into the house.
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