"Stop staring at me and take out the three spirit stones given at the administration hall," the tall guy holding the sword called out again with a fierce look.
The two subordinates beside the tall guy stood with smug faces, not expecting any fight—only clean submission from Lambu and Mo Han.
Lambu, who had already understood that they were using force to collect spirit stones from all the outer court disciples, took out a small silk pouch to hand over the three spirit stones.
"Why are you giving away your spirit stones? Are they doing any business here?" Mo Han asked, stopping Fatty from handing over the stones.
"Hey, soft-skin guy, I'm the strongest man in this outer court and I need more stones to improve my cultivation. They're completely useless for weaklings like you and this hairless pimple. So stop asking questions and hand over your three spirit stones too," the tall guy said, his sword still raised and voice full of threat.
Fatty Lambu stretched out his hand to give the three spirit stones. One of the subordinates beside the tall guy spat loudly and stepped forward.
But just as he touched the silk bag in Lambu's hands, Mo Han delivered a kick to the tall guy holding the sword.
A loud cry rang out first, and in the next second, the tall guy flew ten feet away, clutching his stomach. The two subordinates looked dumbfounded, staring at each other's faces. In the next second, without looking back—
"Wahhhh?! Brother, what kind of kicking technique did you use? Was it the Mountain Goat Slam or the Divine Donkey Ground-Breaking Kick? What is it?" Lambu asked hurriedly, eyes wide with surprise.
"Stop your nonsense, Fatty. It was just a normal kick. Why are you exaggerating it as some goat or donkey? Do I look like an animal to you?" Mo Han replied, walking toward the tall guy who was still lying on the ground, crying like a small child.
Without asking, Mo Han stretched his hand and collected all the silk pouches tied to the waistband of the tall guy.
"No… those are mine…" the tall guy said in a painful tone. But he didn't dare to fight back.
There were almost thirteen silk bags, each containing three spirit stones.
Mo Han tried to give three bags to Lambu, but Lambu immediately rejected them.
"Why are you rejecting them? I'm just repaying you for the one spirit stone you gave me during the entrance test," Mo Han asked with a puzzled look.
"Brother, you already repaid me by saving my three spirit stones. I'm not greedy enough to take more than what I need," Lambu replied sincerely.
"It's your wish… During the entrance test, the one spirit stone you gave me had more value. If you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me," Mo Han said, pouring the stones into a single bag and tying it to his waistband.
After a short silence, Fatty Lambu turned toward Mo Han and asked, "Brother, I forgot to ask you this from the start. How did you know I could pass the entrance test with the mace weapon? Since my childhood, I practiced with a dagger. For the last year, I even took special training with the dagger to pass the test. But I still failed with what I learned. And surprisingly, I passed the test easily with the mace you gave me. How's that possible?"
Mo Han smiled for a second and said, "You came walking from a far land to this sect. On the way, you always carried your baggage tied to a long stick. Even when I offered to carry it, you didn't give it to me. That bag you carried on the stick looked like a big mace. So carrying such a heavy load in that posture gave you a natural habit and strength. That's why I thought you'd perform better with a similar kind of weapon. That's why I placed the mace in your hands for the entrance test. Your hard work paid off, and you passed. There's no magic or tricks... it's just your own strength."
"Ohhhh…" Fatty's eyes went wide in surprise as he found the answer to his most troubling question. "Hehehe… Brother… Thank you for your help. From now on, I'll only use the heavy mace as my weapon," Fatty Lambu replied with a sheepish smile.
More and more people began to gather as the time approached for the arrival of the administrator, who was going to assign work for the outer court disciples.
There were also several senior and super senior disciples who arrived on time and stood in line out of habit.
Mo Han and Fatty Lambu also joined the line and waited for the administrator to appear.
Suddenly, two lady servants came into the Seven Pillar Gathering Hall of the outer court and began ringing the loud bell by banging it with a hammer.
More and more outer court disciples came running and joined the line. Just moments later, the administrator finally appeared—holding a wine bottle in his hand.
"From now on, this will be your daily routine. Every day, when this iron bell rings, you must gather here in a line. You must complete the work assigned to you. Only after finishing your tasks, You will be free to cultivate. But you must finish your assigned work. If not, even if you miss a single day, you'll be punished according to sect rules."
After saying a few more things, the big-bellied administrator sat down in a wooden swing chair and began sipping his wine.
The two servant ladies stepped forward and began assigning duties to each-disciple as they passed through the line.
Meanwhile, the disciples ahead of Mo Han were busy whispering among themselves, wondering who would get stuck with the worst jobs today—cleaning toilets, washing clothes, or scrubbing filth left behind by the inner court disciples.
Somehow, all the senior disciples were reluctant to communicate with new disciples who got selected during yesterday's trials. Many senior disciples tried their best to stand last in line while pushing the new ones to front.
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