Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“We’ve arrived!” Shen Ying pointed ahead of her, waking up those who were still in bewilderment. Their gazes followed the direction she was pointing towards and were shocked by the next scene.
They had never imagined that there really would be an immortal sect within the Demon Realm. Besides the fact that the demonic aura did not infiltrate the sect, the range of mountain peaks with magnificent palaces were totally comparable to the main residences of the four aristocratic families. And not to be forgotten were all the spirit herbs planted along the way, filling up the mountains. At a closer look, any random plant picked out was at least a ten thousand-year-old supreme-grade spirit herb. Moreover, they were planted messily about—such extravagance was not seen even among the aristocratic families.
Everyone sucked in their breath and immediately reinforced their prior train of thought. These things were not possible for a small immortal sect.
A hidden immortal sect! This Invincible Sect was absolutely an amazing hidden immortal sect.
Yu Hong felt a rush of excitement, but had a slight worry in her mind. She was delighted as such a huge sect had to be capable of protecting the safety of everyone in her group, but she was worried that if someone in the sect were to find out their identities, that would result in…
“Sister Hong…” Everyone else had the same thought as well and couldn’t help but call out her name in worry.
Yu Hong grabbed the hand of the person beside her and squeezed it, then shook her head and said in a low volume, “Watch and wait to see what happens.”
All of them were anxious as they followed Shen Ying and the radish off the transport Dharma artifact. They followed the both of them through a big hall, and then through the rear of the hall. They passed by the courtyard and then stopped by a bed bench.
Then…
She laid down on it!
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She lay on the bed bench face down with her four limbs spread apart, having no qualms about it.
“So tired!” She said one line and her eyes began to shut uncontrollably. Even the man named Radish looked at that scene as if it was natural before habitually digging a hole and sitting in it, looking as if he were about to sleep as well.
The crowd: “…”
What did this mean? Why did they suddenly not care about them? Was this an opening gambit towards the new disciples? Or was it some sort of entrance test?
Their little group waited for a while, but seeing that Shen Ying and radish did not seem like they were going to move, Yu Hong had no choice but to go ahead to sound her out. “Immortal Master, Immortal Master… Sect Master?”
“Ah?” Shen Ying finally moved and looked at her with her head tilted, seemingly just remembering about them. “Oh, you guys make yourselves comfortable.”
“…” What did that mean? “Sect Master, don’t we need to register or something?”
“Yeah, you have to ask Father Niu about that.” He was the one who wrote the recruitment plan. “No rush. Wait till he gets back to talk about that.”
“Then… does Sect Master need to get people to bring us to meet the rest of the sect? Since we have just joined, we are afraid of offending the seniors.”
“The rest of the sect? Haven’t you already seen them?”
“Already seen?!” Everyone looked at each other at a loss for words. “What do you mean, Sect Master?” When had they met them?
“Just now on the street. Chef, Father Niu and me.” Shen Ying pointed at herself seriously, saying, “The rest of the sect!”
“Your disciple meant the rest of the sect members.”
“There’s no one else?” Radish was only considered half a headcount.
The crowd: “…”
Putting aside the weird names, what was this about?
Such a large sect yet you’re telling me there are only four people?! Who are you trying to kid!
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“We just began to recruit so there aren’t a lot of people.” Shen Ying had pondered for a bit before explaining. “Yeah, there will be more in the future.”
“…” Yu Hong’s mouth twitched as she looked at this unreliable so-called sect master, and it took her a while before suppressing the impulse to act rashly and said, “If that’s the case… now that we have entered this sect, we hope that Sect Master will help us to make arrangements for future matters.”
“Arrangements…” Shen Ying finally recalled that she should not just let them stand there. She climbed up and pointed toward the huge hall. “How about you guys just find a room and settle down first? Wait for Father Niu to come back to make any arrangements. This place is pretty big so staying anywhere is fine.”
Yu Hong’s heart contracted as she wondered: were they being tested? How could such a huge immortal sect allow the new disciples to barge in anywhere. Could the sect master already be suspicious of them?
Her expression shifted for a fleeting moment before turning back to normal. Taking a deep breath, she respectfully gave a salute. “Sect Master. Although we have never joined an immortal sect before, we have heard of each sect’s rules and dare not overstep them. We are all here to pursue immortality and seek the Dao, so no matter the challenge for our acceptance, we will not be daunted. Sect Master, please give us your instructions. We will certainly go to all lengths to complete them.”
“Er…”
The girls behind Yu Hong also knelt down and said in unison, “Awaiting Sect Master’s orders.”
Why are they being like this? It’s not labor day. Do they really like laboring so much?
“You all really don’t want to rest in the house?”
“There’s no need.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Alright then!” Shen Ying sighed, walked over and squatted in front of Yu Hong, saying earnestly, “Then… do you all know how to cook?”
The crowd: “…”
Thus, when Lonemoon and Yi Qing returned, all they saw was a scene of seven to eight girls squeezed inside of the kitchen, working together to cook.
“…”
Lonemoon’s mouth could not stop twitching. He took a long time before reacting as it had not been so lively for a while; it was like a scene from a reunion dinner.
Hadn’t he come back only two hours late? What had happened during this time? Why had all the new disciples turned into chefs in the blink of an eye?
This was an immortal cultivation sect, not an immortal cultivation restaurant!
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“Sect Master, do try this bowl of sweet beancurd and see if it is to your liking?” Yu Hong passed the bowl of beancurd over with a smile.
“Hold on!” Just as Shen Ying was about to take it, however, Yi Qing had already taken big strides to rush over angrily.
Lonemoon finally recovered from his daze. Filled with rage, he followed up quickly, “Right, Yi Qing, quickly reprimand that nonsensical Master of yours!”
“Master…” Yi Qing’s face was already as black as the bottom of a pot. He snatched over the bowl from Yu Hong and pointed out sternly, “You never eat sweet beancurd!”
Yu Hong: “…”
Lonemoon: “…”
The crowd: “…”
… Huh?
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“You, newbie, how can you make it sweet? Beancurd must be eaten salty.” He glanced at the other party coldly. Yi Qing was someone who rarely flared up, yet he sneered, “You don’t even know Master’s taste yet you dare to cook so nonchalantly. Master, please wait for a while. I will make a bowl of salty ones right away!”
“Uh… actually, sweet ones are also…” Are also fine! She was neutral about it.
“Rest assured, Master, it will be done very quick,” Yi Qing added another line earnestly as he carefully scanned the table full of dishes at the same time. After scanning each and every one of them, his expression finally relaxed before he sneered again. “Hmph. How dare you all make such dishes for Master to eat!”
“Chef, I think…”
“Master, do not let these pig feed pollute your noble body. I will immediately make some new ones for you.”
“That’s not necessary?”
“No! It must be changed.”
“But these are already done…”
“Master!” He was being so loud.
“Uh… alright. As long as you’re happy!” She suddenly felt that Chef was being a little fierce today!
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Yi Qing merely turned to glance at all the people in the kitchen, yet that look alone was enough to make them feel as if a cold draught had enveloped the area, causing the whole yard’s temperature to be lowered by dozens of degrees.
“Get out! With such standards, all of you are not qualified to enter my kitchen!” Accompanying those words was an uncontrollable burst of the suppressive aura of a Soul Formation cultivator which even contained subtle hints of Sword Qi, scaring the small group of girls into escaping and retreating from the kitchen.
“Master, please wait!” He bowed and then quickly headed into the kitchen. Before going in, he even used the Sword Qi around him to utterly destroy all the original dishes on the table, leaving no trace of them at all.
Hmph, b*tches. Trying to snatch my Master again!
Lonemoon: “…” F*cking retard.
Lonemoon suddenly had the urge to dissolve this partnership of theirs.
