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"Yes, it's my lost item." Elder Zhong cleared his throat, his expression grave. "Zhao Yang, although I let you and this little one work in the woodshed, it doesn't mean you can bully others. Even though I am the Manager of the Outer Sect, the real authority still lies with the Three Elders. The New Disciples don't have enough cultivation to fast; they still need to eat. If we let them go hungry and they come charging in out of desperation, it could create chaos that you won't be able to handle. In Myriad Spirit Sect, money can't solve everything! If they were to kill you, no one would protect you!"
"What? So if someone kills us, the Elders won't care?" Zhao Yang feigned shock.
"Do you think the Elders manage everything? Unless it's a matter of the sect's survival or if a genius is killed, they never interfere in disputes among disciples. They encourage competition among disciples for progress, especially when it comes to entering the Inner Sect. But this doesn't concern you; since you will never be able to establish a foundation, just stay here and do your duties. You’ll receive two Spirit Qi Pills each month. If by any chance you die due to carelessness, don’t blame me for not warning you!"
"Thank you for the reminder, Elder Zhong. I will remember it!" Zhao Yang expressed his gratitude and winked at Long Xiao Wu, who looked at him with admiration, then cast a meaningful glance at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan felt a chill run down his spine; he had never seen anyone so shameless as to bribe in front of him. Although he didn't know what that red stone was, judging by Elder Zhong's reaction, it must be a treasure only available to immortals. His own possessions were merely mundane items he had scavenged; he had nothing that could compare to what cultivators used. He realized that these two youths were vengeful and immediately knelt down, clutching Elder Zhong's leg.
"Elder Zhong, I Zhang Fan have served you diligently for twenty years without complaint. You can't hand me over to these two devils! They're troublemakers! Just look at this bump on my head; they did this! If you don't stand up for me, how am I supposed to live from now on?"
Zhang Fan spoke with tears streaming down his face, his nose reddened even more than before. The bravado he had shown earlier was gone. Elder Zhong snorted and said, "Don't think I don't know about the things you've done over the years!"
With that, Elder Zhong kicked Zhang Fan away and left with his disciples, ignoring Zhang Fan's cries.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang couldn't help but smile slightly as he stepped forward to help Zhang Fan up. He brushed off the dust from him, straightened his clothes, and even tidied up his little mustache.
Zhang Fan was terrified; although he couldn't cultivate himself, he understood the rules of the cultivation world—a place where laws were nearly nonexistent and strength ruled supreme. It was common for lives to be taken without a second thought. Kneeling on the ground with tears and snot running down his face, he cried uncontrollably.
"Please, gentlemen! I truly know I was wrong; spare me! As long as you don't kill me, I'll work like an ox or a horse for you!"
Zhao Yang found it both amusing and pitiful as he patted Zhang Fan's shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, no one said they wanted to kill you. Just go about your business."
"Ah?" Zhang Fan's cries abruptly ceased, lacking the fervor they had moments before. "You really won't kill me?"
"What's wrong? Do you want to die that badly?" Zhao Yang shot a sidelong glance at Zhang Fan.
"No, no, thank you for sparing my life, I will definitely repay you in the future!" Zhang Fan immediately forced a smile.
"Get lost!" Long Xiao Wu, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and kicked Zhang Fan into the doorway. He couldn't stand such a sycophant. However, Zhang Fan crawled back over like a dog wagging its tail in desperation, prompting Long Xiao Wu to shake his head in disbelief.
Watching someone so desperate to cling to life without dignity, Zhao Yang felt disdain in his heart but couldn't bring himself to kill him. He ordered Zhang Fan to prepare fine food and wine daily and deliver it to their Main Hall for their enjoyment. Thus, Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu began living a life of luxury. Both knew that they were Body Refinement practitioners; their daily meat consumption was solely for refining essence into Qi. They showed no interest in cultivating their techniques or rushing to the Alchemist's Chamber for Spirit Qi Pills.
Days passed, and under Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu's leadership, the Outer Sect's kitchen at Myriad Spirit Sect became increasingly undisciplined. The two of them ignored everything and encouraged everyone to slaughter cattle, sheep, pigs, and chickens themselves whenever they feasted on meat and drink. Seeing that even Elder Zhong's appointed superiors were living so leisurely, the others lost all motivation to cook for anyone else. Initially, a few hungry New Disciples sought out the staff who used to bring them meals to inquire why the Myriad Spirit Sect cafeteria had closed down. A month later, the cafeteria was completely deserted.
A few starving disciples searched the cafeteria but found nothing to eat. This situation finally angered everyone. Although they rarely felt hunger after entering the Qi Refinement Stage and had access to Pill of Starvation Resistance provided by the sect for their cultivation, going a month without food while trying to cultivate would lead them straight to death.
At first, none of the disciples knew that the kitchen was responsible for cooking, nor did anyone think to ask about it on the back mountain. They even went up to the Summit looking for the Three Elders but found them absent. Elder Zhong had also vanished without a trace. Initially encountering some staff from the back mountain kitchen, they questioned where they could find food. However, all the staff gave the same answer: they were only responsible for chopping wood and lighting fires; food issues were managed by the cafeteria staff. This was all part of Zhao Yang's instructions during meetings. Eventually, this famine forced a few remaining disciples who hadn't reached Foundation Establishment Stage out into the open. When they claimed that both the cafeteria and kitchen were under their purview at Myriad Spirit Sect, everyone’s anger boiled over.
Over three thousand disciples became a chaotic mob, starving with their stomachs pressed against their backs as they indignantly demanded answers from the back mountain kitchen.
"All you kitchen staff get out here! How dare you waste our time!" The crowd shouted outside.
"I remember there were two useless ones responsible for the kitchen. We haven't seen them around in a month! Useless is useless; they don't even study the Sect's techniques on the Refining Qi stele anymore! They haven't shown up at the Alchemist's Chamber either! I heard one of them is a queer; could it be..." This remark immediately sparked laughter among the crowd, though halfway through they felt too weak to continue.
Seeing no response from inside but hearing a commotion instead, several could no longer hold back and kicked open the locked door. What they saw in the courtyard shocked them: people were grilling meat on skewers while racks nearby hung with skinned cattle, sheep, pigs, and chickens. A few staff members were arguing about lifting half a calf for roasting.
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