Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 3 The Immortal Cultivation World Has Its Own Mean Ghosts
Zhao Dazui had a headache. He really didn't know how to explain to his master.

The five sects from the Northern Frontier who came down the mountain on this trip traveled all over the Northern Frontier and Dongyi, but only recruited fifty-one new disciples.

One of them - Zhao Dazui turned his head to look at Wei Xi who was sitting in the ox cart holding his bag - was a mute.

He was a mute with very poor talent who was recruited into the Qingcheng Sect by himself.

But Zhao Dazui had no choice.

The Qingcheng Sect's reputation was widespread, ranking last in the rankings of the immortal cultivation world, both large and small, both serious and not. The sect competition every five years was the punching bag for the entire immortal cultivation world, with disciples being thrown to the ground in various ways.

The consequence of a sect’s weak strength is that it cannot recruit good talents, and the consequence of not recruiting good talents is that the sect’s strength will further decline.

It was a vicious cycle. In Zhao Dazui's eyes, the future of the Qingcheng Sect was a mixture of sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, with no future.

In the past twenty years, the sect's enrollment standards have changed to accepting as many as possible. However, Zhao Dazui thought about the five people he brought back: the best one was only one step away from the threshold of the Wanfa Sect.

This year he even broke the bottom line and took in a mute.

This mute always stares at others with his dark eyes, and Zhao Dazui has no appetite even for secretly eating snacks.

But Chen Zhou secretly asked him to take care of Wei Xi - this name was naturally told to him by Wei Lao San.

The first thing he did after returning to the sect was to teach these children to read. Zhao Dazui, who had made plans for the future, smacked his lips. He accepted three packages of homemade beef jerky from Chen Zhou and could only take good care of Wei Xi.

Fortunately, Wei Xi was easy to feed: they gave her dry food and water every day, and took care of her hygiene. She would sit there and turn a thin bone that she might have picked up from the roadside. When she slept, she would wrap herself in the felt given to new disciples and curl up beside the campfire.

The only problem was that the girl couldn't communicate with other children, and sixteen-year-old Zhao Dazui was worried that she would be excluded.

Fortunately, these five children came from different states and were not familiar with each other. Zhao Dazui did not tell them the results of the Immortal Fate Stone because they were all about the same.

But this made Wei Xi's silence a sign of genius. Zhao Dazui overheard with satisfaction: "She is a taciturn genius."

The dream of Zhao Dazui, a genius in raising children, was ruthlessly destroyed one afternoon when he stopped at Huaixin Sect: the villain Zhao Sanchuan dropped a bomb on his beautiful but useless team.

"Zhao Sifang, my cousin who works as a cook in the Qingcheng Sect!"

At that moment, Zhao Dazui swore that he wanted to use the arson technique to burn his cousin's blue Taoist robe: it was obvious that the Huaixin faction had magnified all his shortcomings.

"You became the big liar of Qingcheng Sect this year?"

"I didn't trick them," Zhao Dazui folded his arms, "They all came to me on their own accord. And I'm not a chef. I just study how to maximize the use of ingredients..."

"You're just a cook, and your sect loves leftovers the most," Zhao Sanchuan said, pulling out a little girl from behind him. "There's one here. Take her back to Qingcheng Sect and let her rot slowly."

The girl had heroic features and a high nose bridge, and she looked like someone who was not to be messed with. She fiercely struggled to break free from Zhao Sanchuan's hand.

"If you say another word, I'll chop off your hand and stuff it in your mouth!"

"Really, Qin Feng?" Zhao Sanchuan laughed mockingly. "Can you lift a sword? By the way, a sword is like a fire stick in the Qingcheng Sect. You really need to learn from my good cousin."

Zhao Sanchuan turned around and plucked the red chicken feathers off Zhao Dazui's head. "Our senior brother has already greeted your sect's leader. This girl is now with the Qingcheng Sect. Hurry and leave!"

After saying this, Zhao Sanchuan slammed the door of Huaixin Sect shut.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and kicked the white marble gate. Zhao Dazui looked at this difficult-to-control girl and forced a wry smile. "Miss Qin, you'd better save your dignity now that you've joined the Qingcheng Sect."

"Really?" Qin Feng threw his bag onto his back, his long eyebrows raised. "I'm going to keep it well!"

"Not only that, I will also become the head of your sect! After I become the world's number one swordsman, I guess you will have gone to die with your dignity that has been destroyed for over a hundred years!"

"It's been a hundred years since the bombing? I will never let you enter the door of our department," Zhao Dazui shrugged his shoulders, took out a green chicken feather from his lapel and stuck it on his head.

"It's easy for you to become the leader. After all, it seems that our leader won't be around for many years. I guess there won't be many people competing with you for the position."

Zhao Dazui then gestured for an invitation. For the first time, Qin Feng understood the meaning of "seeing is believing": the Qingcheng Sect's self-esteem was appallingly low! She angrily followed Zhao Dazui back to the oxcart parked at the foot of the mountain.

"What's this?" Qin Feng pointed at the ox cart and the pale-faced children surrounding it, questioning Zhao Dazui in shock. Zhao Dazui yawned and unhurriedly called to Lin Yinghao, who was watching over a few new disciples, as he prepared to continue on his journey.

"Answer me?"

"This is an oxcart. Haven't you seen it before?"

Qin Feng laughed angrily. She crossed her arms with the sword in her arms, which made Zhao Dazui think of Zhao Sanchuan for no reason.

"Of course I haven't seen it! Is the Qingcheng Sect so poor that they have to use ox carts? Is this a nightmare?"

"We're so poor we don't even have a car!" Zhao Dazui put Wei Xi on the ox cart. "We borrowed the ox from Elder Qingniu from the Agriculture Department. The cart is used by our kitchen staff to transport vegetables."

"Miss, this is your sect from now on. Now get in the car! Your temper is the biggest nightmare."

Qin Feng sneered, slapped away Zhao Dazui's hand that was helping her get into the car, slammed the sword on the car board, and got into the car with both hands. Sitting in the car, she coldly announced that she would let Zhao Dazui experience what a nightmare was.

Zhao Dazui's nightmare began. This was worse than when he and his master stole three ice magpies from the bird department next door.

You have to remember that time he had his leg broken by a shrew who had been walking her bird for years. What was even worse was that he had to drag his broken leg to take care of his master who was beaten so badly that he couldn't get out of bed.

Oh my god, those three birds are not tasty at all!

Qin Feng arrived at noon and mocked the seven people in the team before going to bed at night.

This mean devil! Zhao Dazui was filled with grief and indignation.

Qin Feng called the only son of the rice shop owner, who was the only one in eight generations, a rice bug. He was just a fat guy who was not suitable for the famine!

Qin Feng nicknamed the remaining three little boys: A Little Light, Perhaps Light, and Borrowed Light, because these three little boys told a beautiful little girl that they "put their hands on the big rock and it lighted up a little/maybe it lighted up/it felt like the afterglow left by the previous person."

After hearing this, Qin Feng loudly explained to the three of them what the Immortal Fate Stone was used for, and showed off to them that his stone "brightened like the sun."

Zhao Dazui was also mocked by this mean fire stick for being a pheasant spirit.

Lin Yinghao, the fellow disciple who came with Zhao Dazui and who usually guards the mountain gate and is as tall as an iron tower, is called a big dull person by Qin Feng.

Because the taciturn little guy is Wei Xi who never says a word.

Finally, Zhao Dazui exploded.

(End of this chapter)