Chapter 4 Reward
The brief confrontation not far away did not attract Ji Chuan's attention, nor did he know that a strange man in black accidentally saved his life.
However, if he were to find out, he would leave immediately and stand under a dangerous wall, which is not his style.
"It seems that the senior brother Qin you were expecting has not come, so... I'm sorry, I can't let you report the news."
Before Sun Qian could react, a sinister look flashed across Ji Chuan's face, and he exerted slight force on his wrist. The seemingly not-sharp dagger showed its edge, and bright red blood stained Ji Chuan's coarse linen clothes.
He couldn't afford to offend an inner disciple for the time being, but what puzzled Ji Chuan was why an inner disciple would take a fancy to a handyman's promotion reward.
Ji Chuan kicked Sun Qian's body away and walked non-stop towards House 231. As for Sun Qian's death, he was not worried at all. How many people in the sect died every year?
Fighting is not prohibited within the sect, on the contrary, it is encouraged.
The weak eat the strong, and this has been the case since ancient times.
As long as the inner sect doesn't kill the outer sect, the sect won't care about such nonsense.
Oh, they may only care about their own interests, otherwise how could Tongtian Demon Sect have no status in Nanyang County.
Sure enough, after a while, Sun Qian's body was dragged away like a dead dog.
Perhaps one day, he would be dragged away like this and thrown into a mass grave, unable to escape the fate of being devoured by wild dogs.
A flash of realization flashed through Ji Chuan's mind. In this cold-blooded world, if you don't kill someone, you will be killed.
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In a moment, Ji Chuan arrived in front of House No. 231.
Looking at the weather-beaten house in front of him, Ji Chuan walked in calmly. This house was much better than the house he lived in before. At least it didn't leak and could block the rain.
He walked into the back room and closed the door behind him. Although it was daytime, the room was still a little gloomy and dim.
After closing the door, Ji Chuan couldn't wait to open the package. He wanted to know what even the inner disciples wanted.
A porcelain vase with a rough appearance, a copy of "Tongtian Demon Sect's Elementary Mental Technique", two outer disciples' clothing and ten taels of silver, nothing else.
Ji Chuan picked up the "Tongtian Demon Sect Elementary Mental Technique" and flipped through it. He found that it was not as good as the Taoist Chapter's technique, so he threw it into the corner.
Then the problem should be in this porcelain bottle. Ji Chuan opened the porcelain bottle in his hand, and it made a crisp sound as it shook.
Turning his hand over and turning the porcelain bottle upside down, a few round pills rolled into Ji Chuan's hand.
"Qi-nourishing pills? Or three?" Ji Chuan was really surprised. He had heard of Qi-nourishing pills when he was a handyman disciple.
It is said that just a little powder can make an ordinary person feel angry, which he had been craving for a long time.
However, what Ji Chuan didn't know was that the greatest effect of the Qi Nourishing Pill was to regulate a person's aptitude.
Qi-nourishing pills have a significant effect on the early stage of acquired life, but have little effect in the middle stage.
"The Qi Nourishing Pill should have very little effect on the inner disciples. It's completely unnecessary."
Ji Chuan was also wondering why he didn't meet Qin Hao.
Could it be that Sun Qian was pulling the skin of a tiger?
Ji Chuan was puzzled, but in the end he could only attribute it to Sun Qian's own decision driven by greed.
However, what Ji Chuan didn't know was that Qin Hao didn't snatch the Qi Nourishing Pill for his own use.
"No matter why, improving one's own strength is the right way. Even though Qin Hao knows that within the sect, inner disciples are strictly prohibited from swaying outer disciples. He won't do it openly, but he should be careful to do it secretly."
After clearing his thoughts, Ji Chuan was not afraid of Qin Hao. On the contrary, he still wanted to trouble him.
For those who want to do harm to themselves, only death can give them peace of mind.
At this stage, Ji Chuan's main task is to improve his cultivation level. The magic skills and martial arts in his mind may be exhausted as soon as he uses them with his current cultivation level.
It just so happened that three Qi Nourishing Pills were enough for him to practice for a period of time, and he should be able to use them a little by then.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Sitting cross-legged and preparing to practice, there was a knock on the door of the hut. Ji Chuan had no choice but to open the door.
When I opened the door, I saw a man wearing the attire of an outer disciple standing outside the house. He was looking through the crack in the door, his hand still knocking on the door.
"what's the matter!"
Ji Chuan yanked the door back and asked with a cold face in a rather cold tone.
"ah!"
Perhaps he was startled by Ji Chuan's sudden voice, or perhaps he was just pretending. The outer disciple outside the room jumped back slightly exaggeratedly, and then laughed dryly.
"What's the matter?" He repeated. Ji Chuan didn't know the person in front of him. Among the outer disciples, Ji Chuan knew Sun Qian, but he was already dead.
With that said, Ji Chuan raised his hand and prepared to close the door.
"Hey, hey... brother, please don't close the door in a hurry. I'm Song Yuanluo. I have something important to discuss with you."
Seeing that Ji Chuan was about to close the door, Song Yuanluo spoke quickly with an anxious look on his face, fearing that he would be locked out of the house if he spoke slower.
"Excuse me, brother, what's your name? No one lived in this hut before. This brother is a new outer disciple."
Although it was a question, it was a definite statement.
"Yes, I am indeed Ji Chuan, the newly promoted outer disciple. What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Ji Chuan felt that there was nothing to hide, so he nodded and responded, but kept staring at Song Yuanluo.
"It turns out it's Brother Ji. I'm sorry." Song Yuanluo clasped his fists and said politely, "I am indeed here to look for Brother Ji this time. I wonder if Brother Ji has heard of the Mission Hall."
Ji Chuan shook his head. He had indeed never heard of the Mission Hall. He had only been an outer disciple for a few hours, but he thought it should be the place where he received missions.
Seeing this, Song Yuanluo showed a genuine expression and explained: "Brother Ji doesn't know, which is normal. As the name suggests, the mission hall is a place where the entire sect disciples receive missions in exchange for resources..."
Following Song Yuanluo's explanation, Ji Chuan also roughly understood the sect's intention, which was to use the sect's disciples to go out to complete various tasks, and ultimately exchange for task rewards to speed up their cultivation.
Of course, most of the mission resources eventually went into the pockets of the sect masters and elders, and what was given to the disciples was always exposed from the fingers of these bosses.
"Then what does Brother Song want from me?" Ji Chuan asked knowingly.
"To be honest with Brother Ji, I have accepted a task, but I may not be able to complete it on my own. It requires four people to work together to complete this task. I have convinced the other two outer disciples. I wonder if Brother Ji is interested?"
Song Yuanluo explained the reason, fearing that Ji Chuan would not agree, and then added, "Brother Ji, don't worry, the task reward will be divided among the four of us based on our efforts, how about that?"
"I wonder what the mission is?" Ji Chuan asked instead without agreeing.
"Well...if Brother Ji agrees, I will tell you the truth." Song Yuanluo frowned, with a troubled expression on his face, thought for a moment, and refused without surprise.
"In this case, I have just acquired the first level and my strength is low. I may ruin Brother Song's plan, so I will not participate in this mission. I will make a career in the world with Brother Song in the future."
After saying that, Ji Chuan ignored Song Yuanluo who had not yet reacted and closed the door with a bang.
"Hey...Brother Ji, Brother Ji..." Song Yuanluo shouted quickly, but still failed to stop the door from closing.
"snort……"
Seeing that his goal was not achieved, he flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and left with an ugly expression.