Chapter 328 - Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Sect Master Ye, I Can't Take It Anymore, I Want to Leave the Sect

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Sect Master Ye, I Can’t Take It Anymore, I Want to Leave the Sect

The cover had a line of text.

“360 Tricks of Mischief”.

This was the title!

A few days ago, Ye Feng had casually made a small wish, and he received this book as a result, so he copied a part of it as Li Mo Huang’s task.

West of Whitefloat City.

“Oh-oh-oh!”

The rooster jumped onto the wooden frame, crowing loudly and proudly.

“Get lost!”

The irritable Prince Li Mo Huang descended from the sky, kicking the rooster off with his foot and taking its place on the wooden frame, saying to the nearby stunned farmers:

“I am a second-generation disciple of Misty Sect… Ouch!”

The wooden frame was too old.

As Li Mo Huang stood on it, it couldn’t bear his weight and collapsed with a “crack”.

Even though Li Mo Huang was a cultivator and wasn’t hurt, sliding off the wooden frame and landing on the ground was a loss of face nonetheless.

“What a crappy place!”

Li Mo Huang was so angry that veins throbbed on his forehead.

He quickly dusted himself off and said in a deep voice: “I am Li Mo Huang, a second-generation disciple of Misty Sect, here to execute a task.”

After saying that, he showed his task manual.

“So it’s an Immortal Master from Misty Sect.”

“Immortal Master, greetings!”

The farmers around him quickly knelt down, casting respectful looks that Li Mo Huang found quite satisfying.

A short while later, at the chicken farm.

A chubby aunty, holding a bamboo basket, pointed to the hen cages on both sides and explained: “Our chicken farm has over ten thousand egg-laying hens, and we obtain at least eight thousand eggs every day. Immortal Master, watch me do it first, and then you can follow along.”

“You’re teaching me how to do this?”

Li Mo Huang glared, which startled the chubby aunty.

“It’s all for your task, Immortal Master!” the chubby aunty quickly explained.

“Fine, teach me!” Li Mo Huang held back when he thought of the task.

“I don’t believe I, Li Mo Huang, can’t handle a bit of hardship!”

He clenched his fist.

Right then, the chubby aunty opened a chicken cage, used a wooden spoon to push away a hen nesting in the straw, hooked out an egg, and placed it in a bamboo basket.

“Immortal Master, eggs are fragile; you must handle them gently,” the chubby aunty said as she placed the basket down and walked out.

Li Mo Huang looked around and met the gaze of over ten thousand hens. He felt extremely frustrated.

“If it weren’t for this task, I’d split this chicken farm in two with a single sword strike,” he muttered under his breath, then started collecting eggs.

“I am a cultivator, do I need a wooden spoon to pick up eggs? Ridiculous!”

Having said that, Li Mo Huang cast the spell “Great Spiritual Hand,” conjuring a one-meter-long hand in the air, throwing the hens aside, and gripping the eggs on the straw.

Crack!

The egg broke.

Li Mo Huang was pissed off and started getting hands-on.

Then, he got pecked a few times by the hens.

“Oh, you wretched bird!”

Li Mo Huang crushed a hen to death in anger, causing it to let out a scream. He then looked around and saw nobody had noticed, sighing in relief.

By the time Li Mo Huang had collected three thousand eggs, all of the bamboo baskets in front of the chicken farm were full.

“Thank you, Immortal Master!”

“Immortal Master, a thousand blessings!”

The chicken farm farmers and the chubby aunty thanked him profusely.

Li Mo Huang couldn’t be bothered with idle chatter, so he flew around the walls of Whitefloat City and arrived at the cow farm located southwest of the city.

“I’m here to milk the cows, three big buckets.”

Li Mo Huang introduced himself, then looked around, “Where are the buckets?”

The plump and pale cow farm owner ran over, pointing to a large wooden barrel: “Immortal Master Li, this is the big wooden barrel we use for the milk.”

Li Mo Huang looked over, his eyelids twitching.

The barrel had a diameter of half a meter and was nearly one meter tall – it was enormous.

And what’s more, he had to fill three large barrels to complete the task.

“Damn, is this a barrel? It’s more like a vat!”

Li Mo Huang’s temper flared again.

Was he going to be stuck here milking cows until midnight?

“Immortal Master Li, when milking the cows, the technique must be mastered, and furthermore, you should wash your hands before you start, and then…”

The cow farm owner was explaining.

Li Mo Huang was not in the mood to listen.

He felt very down and really wanted to walk away.

“For the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sect, can’t I just endure it?”

In the end, reality defeated Li Mo Huang.

“Owner, what’s the secret to milking cows?”

The cow farm owner was stunned; was this really an Immortal Master? It seemed he hadn’t understood a word when I was explaining earlier!

Although speechless, the cow farm owner continued to explain.

An hour had passed.

Li Mo Huang sat on a stool, skillfully milking a cow in front of him.

“Wow, truly worthy of being an Immortal Master, learning so quickly.”

“Exactly, I want to cultivate too. Once I come back from cultivating, wouldn’t milking cows be much faster?”

“We don’t even have the spiritual roots to cultivate.”

The several farmwives nearby chattered excitedly.

Li Mo Huang inwardly sneered.

Cultivating just so you can milk cows?

Would you even care about milking cows once you actually began cultivating? Truly shortsighted!

Li Mo Huang shrugged his shoulders and continued milking the cow.

Time flew by, and dusk had arrived.

The first bucket of milk was finally full.

Li Mo Huang looked at the two empty buckets beside him and fell into thought.

“Heh, looks like I won’t finish tonight.”

He felt like crying but had no tears to shed.

…

Three thousand miles away.

At the Elders’ Peak of the Divine Wind Sword Sect.

The Great Elder looked at the vast sunset, his face aglow, and smiled, “At this time, Li Mo Huang should have gained Ye Feng’s trust. Perhaps, he has already gathered much information.”

…

At the summit of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng was eating a chicken leg, glanced at the Heaven-Asking Mirror beside him, and noticed that Li Mo Huang was still milking the cow.

“At this rate, he’s definitely working until midnight.”

Ye Feng chuckled.

He had timed these tasks precisely, and even with Li Mo Huang’s Peak of Qi Refinement cultivation level, he could barely finish them without any breaks.

In this way, Li Mo Huang wouldn’t have a moment of free time.

Time flew, and it was already midnight.

Li Mo Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the three large buckets of milk beside him, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

“What time is it now?”

“It’s just reached midnight.”

“Already midnight?”

Li Mo Huang’s eyelids twitched, thinking there should still be a bit of time left. Hurriedly, he took to his sword and flew, hastening back to Misty Peak at his fastest speed.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he found himself yet again blocked outside by a formation, and he roared in anger, “Why?!”

Fox Da Hong, while nibbling on a chicken leg, said, “The time has just entered the second day; you returned late.”

“…”

Li Mo Huang silently flipped open his task booklet.

He found that he could turn the page now.

“Congratulations on completing the second day’s task. Now, let’s begin the new day’s tasks.”

“Task One: Find Deputy Commander Zhou Jiacai and become a night watchman, working hard until dawn.”

“Task Two: Assist the aunt of the Lord of the Five-Colors City in taking care of the young master, take him mountain climbing, and pick the Lower Grade Spiritual Medicine ‘Spirit Cloud Ganoderma’.”

“Task Three: Head to the Nanlu Mountain Range and slay an Evil Beast known as the ‘Flying Sky Brocade Rat’ that has been hunting weak Demonic Beasts and ravaging the farms.”

After seeing the three tasks listed above, Li Mo Huang’s expression grew darker. Sneeringly, he muttered, “Ye Feng, that’s clever of you, dumping all these chores on me. I quit!”

He rang the Summoning Bell.

“I want to see the Sect Leader!”

Li Mo Huang shouted.

Fox Da Hong, chewing on the chicken leg, opened the shield and led Li Mo Huang to the entrance of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

At that moment, Ye Feng was training.

Three Armored Guardians, each comparable to Lower Rank Demon Generals, attacked him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Feng threw three punches in succession, exploding them.

Li Mo Huang, who just witnessed the scene, felt his throat dry up and nearly wet himself from fear.

“This power, truly terrifying!”

Li Mo Huang held his breath and trembled.

“Oh, Little Li, have you completed your tasks?” Ye Feng looked at Li Mo Huang with a smile and asked.

“Not… not yet.”

“Then why are you back here? Or, do you want to become the second person to leave the Misty Sect after I take over?”

Ye Feng’s piercing words struck Li Mo Huang’s heart; he remembered the important mission given to him by the Demon Sect Master and quickly knelt down.

“Sect Leader, I’m thirsty, may I have some water to drink?”

Li Mo Huang had chickened out.

He was terrified he’d be blown to bits by a punch from Ye Feng and perish on the spot.

“Oh, so you’re thirsty!”

Ye Feng waved his hand casually, and Fox Da Hong hurried over with a basin of Spirit Spring Water, which had previously been used for Pig San Pang’s bath.

“Glug glug glug…”

Although it tasted odd and a bit funky, Li Mo Huang still tearfully drank most of the basin, and said, “Sect Leader, I will definitely complete the tasks well.”

He went back down the mountain, full of gloom and frustration, to continue on with the never-ending cycle of tasks.