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"What are you? Do I know you?"
The calm words floated in the air as Fang Chen glanced at the Scarred-Faced Youth, a look of indifference on his handsome face.
Since the other party came from the Qixiao Sect, it was evident that he had a close relationship with Song Donglai, which left Fang Chen with nothing more to say. Moreover, the Scarred-Faced Youth spoke with an air of authority, even attempting to intimidate him with his presence earlier.
This only fueled Fang Chen's disgust and aversion.
If you make me feel disgusted, I will make you feel sick.
This was Fang Chen's retaliation!
However, it was clear that this response from Fang Chen was quite astonishing to those behind him.
After the Scarred-Faced Youth inquired about Song Donglai, many had already guessed his identity. It was precisely because of this that they felt a sense of dread and respect towards him.
To them, he was an older generation's talented disciple who had been cultivating in the Ziyang Sect for many years. His cultivation level had reached the Zhen Zhi Alchemy Realm, and in terms of sheer strength, he was far beyond what they could contend with at that moment. Furthermore, having spent so many years in the Ziyang Sect, it would be all too easy for him to use some means against those who were not even considered formal disciples yet.
"Hiss..."
Thus, as Fang Chen's calm words echoed, a collective gasp arose from the surroundings. Even Lian Yiyue among the crowd showed signs of concern on her face. But she understood well that this was Fang Chen's character.
If others respect me by an inch, I will repay them by a mile; if you bully me, I will retaliate fiercely.
The Scarred-Faced Youth's complexion shifted between shades of blue and white. The scar on his face, resembling a finger-sized knife mark, seemed to come alive at that moment, writhing grotesquely as a violent aura subtly emanated from him.
"I remember you," the Scarred-Faced Youth said slowly, his copper-like eyes fixed intently on Fang Chen. If Luo Qingyan hadn't been present at that moment, he would have already lost control and attacked.
"Since this person is not here, you may leave." Feeling the unusual atmosphere in the air, Luo Qingyan frowned and waved her hand, dispersing the group of Dark Red Robes youths.
"You better pray that you won't fall into my hands in the future," said the Scarred Youth ominously as he passed by Fang Chen.
Raising an eyebrow, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Fang Chen's indifferent face. He moved his lips and said to the Scarred Youth, "I almost forgot to tell you, that Song Donglai is dead. Well, before he died, I even broke one of his arms."
The Scarred Youth's body stiffened suddenly, and a chilling Killing Intent surged from him. At that moment, he nearly lost control.
Song Donglai is dead? That exceptionally talented Little One actually died before even arriving at Ziyang Sect?
The Scarred-Faced Youth turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Fang Chen. He then took a deep breath, suppressing all his Killing Intent. With a snake-like glare at Fang Chen, he quickly turned and left.
Watching the direction in which the Scarred-Faced Youth departed, Fang Chen's dark eyes also flickered with a hint of coldness.
Although Song Donglai had indeed had an arm broken by him, did the latter really die just like that? The answer was naturally no. Fang Chen, who had witnessed Song Donglai use the Instant Transmission Talisman to escape, knew very well that with the latter's strength, it was impossible for him to simply die.
The reason he wasn't present at Ziyang Sect now might be due to fear of being discovered by him or perhaps something unknown had occurred. The reason Fang Chen claimed that Song Donglai was dead was merely to provoke the other party. After all, there was a peak Heavenly Realm Luo Qingyan beside him; if the other party couldn't handle the provocation and suddenly attacked him, it would make for an interesting situation. However, it was clear that the Scarred-Faced Youth had more patience than Fang Chen had imagined.
"The people in Dark Red Robes are from the Enforcement Hall," Luo Qingyan casually mentioned as she watched the Scarred-Faced Youth and his group leave. She then elegantly raised her hand, and a beam of light shot out from her palm into the void, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant. After doing all this, Luo Qingyan placed her hands behind her back and stood quietly without any further movement, seemingly waiting for something.
Not long after, about half a minute later.
Whoosh!
A rush of wind echoed from afar. Soon, as a gentle breeze swept by, a figure appeared before everyone.
It was a Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man with an extremely ordinary appearance; his face looked somewhat dull and wooden. However, Fang Chen could sense an incredibly powerful aura emanating from him.
“Primordial Embryo Realm,” he thought to himself.
As Fang Chen was observing the other party, the Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man had already bowed to Luo Qingyan and said, “Vice Sect Master.”
“Mu He, this batch of new recruits is entrusted to you. Make sure to settle them well. In two days, we will begin the Entry Assessment. During these two days, do not let anyone disturb them,” Luo Qingyan waved her hand and said with a hint of meaning.
Then, under Mu He's respectful gaze, she took a step forward, her figure swaying lightly, and soon left the place.
“You all, follow me,” Mu He scanned Fang Chen and the others, waved his sleeve, and a surge of powerful Vital Energy enveloped Fang Chen and his group as they soared toward the distant mist-covered mountains.
Before long, after about three or four minutes, Mu He slowly descended with Fang Chen and his group.
As Fang Chen focused his gaze ahead, several rows of flat houses emerged from the swirling mist. Outside the houses were dozens of youths around their age, all exuding an aura around the Body Refinement Realm. These individuals were dressed in coarse linen garments, most of them showing signs of fatigue. Upon seeing Fang Chen and his group, their eyes flickered slightly as they began to observe from a distance.
Not far from them, sitting on a rock was a young man dressed in light blue clothing. His face was slightly elongated, resembling that of a horse, and his attire was noticeably more luxurious than that of the other youths. His expression was cold, but upon seeing Mu He approaching with Fang Chen and the others, he stood up respectfully and cupped his fists in greeting.
“Greetings, Senior Brother Mu He.”
“These are the second batch of new recruits; please arrange their accommodations,” Mu He instructed. Then he furrowed his brows and said seriously, “This batch was personally brought by Vice Sect Master Luo. Take good care of them and ensure nothing happens in these two days.”
After saying this, Mu He did not glance at Fang Chen and the others again before turning to leave.
Once he departed, the Horse-Faced Youth resumed sitting cross-legged and coldly glanced at Fang Chen and his group.
“This is the Northern Mountain Miscellaneous Area,” the Horse-Faced Youth spoke up, causing many in Fang Chen's group to change their expressions dramatically.
“What? This is the Servants' Area?”
"We're not here to do the Servants' Quarters. When does the Entry Assessment start?"
...
A series of somewhat chaotic voices emerged from the crowd.
Fang Chen merely frowned, casting a deep glance at the slightly weary-looking youths not far away, remaining silent.
"Shut up!" At that moment, the Horse-Faced Youth suddenly shouted coldly, a presence belonging to the Peak of the Transformation Realm sweeping over everyone, causing many to change their expressions. The words that were on the tip of their tongues were immediately swallowed back down.
"Entry Assessment?" The Horse-Faced Youth sneered, "Are you so eager to seek death?"
As his words fell, he looked at Fang Chen and his group, coldly saying, "Don't think that being in the Servants' Quarters is some tragic fate. If you do your time well in the Servants' Quarters for a couple of days, you'll experience something different."
After saying this, his expression turned indifferent. With a flick of his sleeve, coarse linen garments appeared before Fang Chen and his group, each with a wooden plaque about the size of a thumb inscribed with the character for "Miscellaneous."
In addition, there was a dark-colored hoe.
"Servants' Quarters, hoe." A glimmer flashed in Fang Chen's eyes. Unlike many others who showed signs of distress, he grabbed the long robe and wrapped the wooden plaque inside it, then picked up the rather unappealing hoe beside him.
"Hmm?" As he held the hoe, a spark of brilliance flickered in Fang Chen's eyes. This seemingly ordinary hoe was actually a magical tool.
"Servants' Quarters." Fang Chen calmly uttered these two words. Coupled with what the Horse-Faced Youth had said earlier, he already had an inkling of what was to come.
"The row of rooms on the west side is where you will reside. Starting tomorrow, you will report to that medicinal field. Someone will tell you what to do then," the Horse-Faced Youth said before closing his eyes.
"Senior Brother, may I ask where the reward exchange place within the Sect is?" At that moment, Fang Chen stepped out from the crowd and cupped his fists in respect towards the Horse-Faced Youth as he spoke.
"Exchange rewards?" The Horse-Faced Youth, initially showing some impatience on his face, quickly seemed to think of something. His expression changed, and his gaze fixed directly on Fang Chen. "You have killed those guys from the Crimson Bright Sect, haven't you?"
Seeing the sudden spark in the Horse-Faced Youth's eyes, Fang Chen felt a bit unaccustomed but nodded nonetheless.
"Good, good! Those scoundrels deserved it!" The Horse-Faced Youth suddenly slapped his thigh, excitedly exclaiming. Then, sweeping away his earlier indifference, he eagerly said to Fang Chen, "The Xuantian Hall is not in this Northern Mountain. Go tidy up a bit; I will take you there shortly."
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Fang Chen once again clasped his fists in gratitude. That group of Hunters were all disciples of the Crimson Bright Sect, and for each one killed, Ziyang Sect would offer corresponding rewards. Given that Fang Chen had nearly wiped out ten of the Hunters on the mountain path, how substantial would this reward be? He wasn't sure, but it was clear he didn't want to miss out on this fortune.
"Go ahead. Once you're done tidying up, come back here; I'll be waiting for you." The Horse-Faced Youth waved his hand and spoke, his demeanor now devoid of the earlier coldness.
Nodding, Fang Chen turned and walked toward the housing area.
The houses here were lined up in rows; although they weren't large, their quantity was considerable. Even if each person in Fang Chen's group took one room, there would still be spare ones available.
Fang Chen casually chose one and pushed the door open. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, a figure suddenly stepped over the threshold and entered the room where Fang Chen was.
"I'll stay with you."
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