"Hmm? Mo Wangchen, what are you doing?!"
Watching Mo Wangchen take down one task after another, a total of over a dozen, and still continuing, Sun Ming immediately furrowed his brows.
"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Mo Wangchen looked confused, gazing over.
"Do you know the consequences of causing trouble in the Medicinal Materials Hall?!" Sun Ming reprimanded sternly.
Generally speaking, those who came here to accept tasks almost always took one task and left. It was already rare to see someone take two tasks at once, but now, Mo Wangchen was taking more than a dozen and had no intention of stopping.
Mo Wangchen remained calm, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying I can’t take on tasks?"
"Are you really ignorant, or are you just pretending to be foolish here?" Sun Ming’s face was stern, he sneered, "Taking so many tasks at once, can you really complete them?"
"That’s not something Elder Sun needs to worry about." Mo Wangchen shrugged, not bothering to pay attention to him.
"You must be joking, taking so many tasks at once?"
"Is this Mo Wangchen overly arrogant? I remember he’s only a third-grade Pill Master, isn’t he? Just now, among the tasks he took, there was one for refining a fourth-grade pill, can he manage that?"
Watching Mo Wangchen take on task after task, everyone in the Medicinal Materials Hall was stunned, and they started discussing it.
Among the crowd, Zhang Feng was equally shocked, staring blankly at Mo Wangchen. Could it be that he truly believed he could complete so many tasks at once?
If it was a regular task, failing would be fine, at most compensating for the medicinal materials, but if it was a sect-issued task, and Mo Wangchen failed, then Sun Ming would have a reason to prohibit Mo Wangchen from taking more tasks here in the future.
After so many years in the Pill Sect, it was Zhang Feng’s first time witnessing someone daring to take so many tasks in the Medicinal Materials Hall at once.
"You arrogant brat, let’s see how I’ll deal with you then!" Sun Ming sneered in his heart.
Amid the crowds’ astonishment, Mo Wangchen had already taken on over thirty tasks.
Of course, he was confident enough in his abilities to complete them; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to accept them.
Moments later, several people entered through the gate of the Medicinal Materials Hall, one of them saying, "I issued a task to refine a third-grade Spirit Transformation Pill, who accepted it?"
"Me too, to refine a third-grade Heart Nourishing Pill. I can provide the recipe. The Heart Nourishing Pill is one of the hardest third-grade pills to refine; even third-grade Inheritance Disciples aren’t confident in taking on this task. Could it be an elder-level disciple?"
"I need a pill to break my inner demons; the grade doesn’t matter, but it has to be effective. I am willing to offer fifty contribution points, who took on this task?"
Outside the Medicinal Materials Hall, more and more people had entered, most of whom were some Servant Disciples. Eventually, several third-grade Inheritance Disciples also walked in.
Indeed, among the tasks Mo Wangchen had accepted, there were those they issued.
"The tasks you issued, I accepted. Now hand over the medicinal materials and recipes. Come back in three days, and I’ll give you what you need."
Among the tasks he accepted, there were some recipes Mo Wangchen didn’t have, but he believed that with his skills, as long as he saw the recipes, he could surely refine them, which is why he had the confidence to take on the tasks.
"You accepted the tasks?"
Seeing Mo Wangchen stepping forward with dozens of task papers in hand, everyone was momentarily stunned, then frowned.
"Who are you? I issued a task for refining a fourth-grade pill. Are you confident enough to do it?" A third-grade Inheritance Disciple stepped forward, frowning at Mo Wangchen. In his memory, he hadn’t seen Mo Wangchen before.
Only a fourth-grade Inheritance Disciple could dare to accept his task, but those disciples were known, and clearly, Mo Wangchen was an unfamiliar face.
"If I dared to accept the task, I naturally had confidence. If you don’t trust me, you can choose to cancel the task; I simply won’t take it." Mo Wangchen said directly, not bothering to explain further.
"We provide the recipes and materials. If you succeed, it’s fine, but if you fail, you must compensate us with a recipe of the same grade since you’ll have seen ours," one person stated.
"I understand," Mo Wangchen nodded, then stepped forward again. "No more words. If I dared to accept the task, I naturally had enough confidence; after all, I can’t afford the charge of causing disturbance in the Medicinal Materials Hall..."
Saying this, Mo Wangchen glanced at Sun Ming not far away. Sun Ming’s face was filled with a cold smile, seeming certain that Mo Wangchen couldn’t complete all of the tasks at once, and would seek trouble with him after his failure.
Though puzzled, the crowd stopped arguing because even if Mo Wangchen failed, it wouldn’t cause them any loss. On the contrary, if he really failed, they could obtain a recipe of the same grade from him, so why not?
Understanding this, those who issued the tasks Mo Wangchen accepted began handing over the medicinal materials and recipes to him.
Some tasks involved finding some recipes, like those for pills that could rapidly enhance cultivation. Mo Wangchen had many recipes, so after returning, he could write some down and hand them over later.
"Additionally, these few tasks were issued by the sect. Elder Sun Ming, please hand over the materials." Saying this, Mo Wangchen handed several task papers to Sun Ming.
Sun Ming snorted but didn’t hesitate, turning to prepare the materials.
Soon, when Sun Ming had all the materials ready, he handed them to Mo Wangchen, who then left with Zhang Feng.
Meanwhile, the news of Mo Wangchen taking on so many tasks at once in the Medicinal Materials Hall spread quickly within the Pill Sect.
Somewhere in the Pill Sect, within a courtyard.
Before Liu Ye, there sat a man holding a teacup, sipping the beverage carefully. He spoke, "Mo Wangchen, is he the new disciple who hit you yesterday?"
"He should be. This person just joined the sect and dared to so ostentatiously take on so many tasks." Liu Ye snorted, recalling how Mo Wangchen slapped him twice yesterday, still feeling a sting on his cheeks.