Chu Feng was unaware of Ge Qing’s sigh. What occupied his mind was how to deal with Steward Mu Kun and how to resist Elder Yang’s suppression?
He was also completely in the dark about the situation in Evil Spirit Valley.
"This can’t go on. I must first bring Li Shishi into the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and have her by my side as a Sword Slave. With her around, I won’t have to worry about these intelligence reports anymore."
Chu Feng frowned, constantly strategizing.
To him, Steward Mu Kun was nothing more than a jumping clown. As soon as the time was right, Chu Feng would definitely be able to kill him.
Just like how easily he dealt with Ma Miao.
The true strong enemy at the moment wasn’t Elder Yang, nor the Panlong Crown Prince, but Prince Jianyun who had snatched Chu Feng’s Nine Yang Sword Veins.
Leaving the Sword Pavilion, Chu Feng headed straight for the Sect’s station.
This station was different from the ones outside; it was staffed by ordinary disciples and Advanced Level Disciples of the Sect, with a dedicated Steward in charge of all affairs of the station.
The entire Sect, including the Sword Slaves, had tens of thousands of members. To communicate with the outside world, they generally used the station to send out letters.
It was said that protectors, True Disciples, and Elders of the Sect possessed the privilege of freely entering and leaving the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
For instance, for things like visiting family back home, the arrangements could generally be made by themselves.
However, ordinary disciples couldn’t enjoy this privilege, unless it was approved by the Sect, or you were assigned to go on a mission. Otherwise, leaving the Sect without permission was not allowed.
This was also to better manage the Sect and to ensure, to the greatest extent, that Sect disciples could focus on their cultivation.
The business at the station was very good, and Chu Feng waited in line for more than two hours before it was finally his turn.
During the wait, some Stewards and Advanced Level Disciples with powerful backgrounds didn’t need to wait in line.
They went directly through the green channel with priority service.
Chu Feng couldn’t help but sigh to himself, where there are people, there is worldly society. Even within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the reality is the same.
"Are you here to send a letter or to send something back home?" The receptionist was a thirty-something-year-old man, who, like Chu Feng, was also dressed in the gray robes of an ordinary disciple.
Chu Feng noticed that among the disciples who came to line up, in addition to sending letters back home, some people would send the Cultivation Resources they saved up to their family.
Within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the Cultivation Resources received were quite considerable.
If one had made contributions, they could also receive rewards.
It was quite nice to save some and send it back home to support one’s own family, helping them to rapidly increase their strength.
"Next month, when I receive half of my reward for a minor merit, sending a portion back home to Senior Brother would be quite good," Chu Feng thought, once he realized he could send Cultivation Resources back home, and immediately came up with an idea.
If there are excess Cultivation Resources that he didn’t need to use, he could also take a portion to support his second sister, Chu Yun.
Unfortunately, both of them were ordinary disciples, and the Sect was really too large.
Finding each other was not an easy task.
"With my current low status, it’s very difficult to find out where Second Sister lives. I can only look for her later." Once Chu Feng could be promoted to an Advanced Level Disciple, finding out Chu Yun’s whereabouts would be much easier.
With his current lowly status and having offended Elder Yang, if he went to inquire about Chu Yun’s news, those people in the Sect wouldn’t even bother with him.
Chu Feng sent out two letters, one to his Senior Brother, telling him that both he and Second Sister were doing well in the Sect. They had both become Entry-level disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
The other was sent to Li Shishi, asking her to hasten to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and become his Sword Slave.
Returning to his own dwelling, Chu Feng naturally delved into studying the newly obtained Sky-reaching Sword Nourishing Technique.
With the remaining time, he dedicated himself to comprehending the Glazed Sword Technique and the Qiankun Sword Technique.
In the blink of an eye, six days had passed, and he had been living in peace without anyone disturbing his cultivation.
Just when Chu Feng thought that Steward Mu Kun’s forceful assignment for him to go to Evil Spirit Valley was not approved, his door was once again violently pounded upon.
Chu Feng hurried to open the door, irritation filling his heart. These people dared to be so rude and impolite—was it not because they took advantage of his low status and weak strength?
Would they dare to bang on an Elder’s door ?
They’d probably be beaten into a dead dog in minutes.
Upon opening the door, a chrysanthemum-faced individual came into view, followed by two henchmen. Unexpectedly, Steward Mu Kun had come in person.
"Oh, look who it is, if it isn’t Steward Mu Kun. May I know what brings you here?" Chu Feng could guess from the cold sneer on the old man’s face that Elder Yang had likely approved Steward Mu Kun’s application.
As for why it took six days to give approval, that was precisely Elder Yang’s shrewdness.
After all, he was a Respected Elder, a high and mighty figure. He still knew he had to retain some pride. If he had approved Steward Mu Kun’s application immediately, he would definitely give people a reason to say he was petty and vengeful.
A respected Elder, dealing with a mere Entry-level disciple so publicly.
Now, with an entire six days passing before giving approval, it was much less obvious. The heated discussions would subside, and the impact on public opinion would be greatly diminished.
"Heh heh, you little beast, letting you live a few more days was to your benefit! This is the mission letter issued by the Sect, and I have been appointed to supervise it. You are ordered to go to Evil Spirit Valley immediately."
Steward Mu Kun sneered as he threw a mission letter sealed with the Elder’s Big Seal at Chu Feng.
Steward Mu Kun believed that with the horrors of Evil Spirit Valley, Chu Feng would certainly die once he entered. After all, even that Direct Disciple had been without news for a long time.
"He cannot go to Evil Spirit Valley!"
Just as Chu Feng was preparing to bite the bullet and brave the Evil Spirit Valley, a sweet yet icy voice rang out.
Chu Feng looked up and was astounded to see an astonishingly beautiful face with a slender figure that was like a Fairy descending from the Ninth Heaven.
It was none other than Han Xiaoying.
"Why is she repeatedly helping me?" Chu Feng was quite surprised as he looked at the fairy-like beauty, Han Xiaoying.
Be it her appearance, talent, or status, she was far superior to Chu Feng. He really couldn’t understand why she was so good to him, who was labeled a ’Waste’.
Following her was a sword-carrying young girl, the same bold young girl he had seen once at the auction.
She must be Han Xiaoying’s Maid, following her into the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to serve as her Sword Slave.
She was staring at Chu Feng with contempt and disdain in her eyes, her lips pouting, obviously displeased.
Steward Mu Kun did not expect someone to dare interfere and ruin his plans at this critical moment. His face turned cold as he turned to look over.
"Hmph, I wondered who it was with such a big tone, turns out it is just an Advanced Level Disciple!"
"Han Xiaoying, you’d better not meddle in this, it’s none of your concern. Sending Chu Feng to Evil Spirit Valley is an order personally given by Elder Yang."
For some reason, Steward Mu Kun seemed to have a bit of wariness towards Han Xiaoying.