Chapter 62 – I'm very busy

In a flash, they came and went, and in less than half an hour, over ten thousand disciples of Divine Sword Peak vanished from the mission hall, leaving behind a formation screen that was more than half empty.

"Damn it... it's empty again."

"Are they a bunch of bandits?"

Seeing the low-star missions being taken up completely, leaving only the high-level four and five-star missions, disciples from other peaks were once again frustrated.

It was like a swarm of locusts had passed through.

Shisong, who had been watching this scene from the shadows, was also gritting his teeth. Divine Sword Peak had once again cleared out the mission hall.

However, the Third Elder beside him remained calm and said, "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."

As soon as the Third Elder's words fell, a new batch of low-star missions quickly appeared on the formation screen, calming the disciples from other peaks.

"With so many disciples from Divine Sword Peak coming to take missions at once, this situation is quite normal. Senior Brother, you need not worry."

Offering some comfort to Shisong, upon hearing this, Shisong's furrowed brows relaxed a bit, and he said, "Alright, I'll leave it to you, Junior Brother."

"Don't worry, as long as the disciples of Divine Sword Peak follow the rules, the mission hall will be fine."

"That's good."

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Shisong also left the mission hall, silently praying in his heart, hoping he was just overthinking things.

Meanwhile, the disciples of Divine Sword Peak who had received their missions were already heading to the Dao Yi Sect's stables.

All the horses of the Dao Yi Sect were kept here, and of course, these were not ordinary horses. The lowest level were half-demon creatures, and the higher-level ones were even profound demon realm demon horses.

The disciples selected suitable horses according to their own needs.

With so many disciples flooding in at once, the steward in charge of the stables was dumbfounded.

"What are you all..."

"Renting horses, please get me a black-scaled horse, Steward."

"I want a dragon horse."

"Here too, a dragon horse."

"And me."

"One chasing the wind, please."

"Here, one that bolts like lightning."

In no time, the disciples each picked a horse, and soon, more than half of the low-level horses in the stables were gone, leaving mostly high-level ones.

"Fellow Senior and Junior Brothers, remember our goal, be quick."

"Rest assured, Senior Brother."

"Alright, see you back at the sect."

"Okay."

At the stable's entrance, a dense crowd of Divine Sword Peak disciples mounted on various levels of demon horses bid each other farewell and quickly dispersed, leaving the sect in different directions.

The stable steward, who had witnessed the entire process, was still puzzled.

"Why are so many disciples going out today?"

The demon horses kept in the Dao Yi Sect's stables were mainly for the use of disciples going out.

Demon horses were fast, but renting them required sect points, and the cost varied greatly depending on the level of the demon horse.

Low-level horses were manageable, but high-level ones were not something ordinary disciples could afford. Even if they had the sect points, no one would waste them here when they could be exchanged for pills and techniques.

Not long after the Divine Sword Peak disciples left, other peak disciples began arriving one after another.

Some had business outside the sect, some were completing missions, and others had different matters to attend to.

But when they arrived at the stables and saw the scene, they were dumbfounded.

In this vast stable, only two or three low-level demon horses were left scattered around.

"What the... was the stable robbed?"

Previously, demon horses were everywhere in the stables, but now half were gone.

It was simply absurd, but after the initial shock, these disciples still rented horses and left the sect.

Subsequent groups of disciples arriving at the stables were also shocked by the scene.

As time passed, the number of demon horses in the stables dwindled, and eventually, all the low-level demon horses were gone.

When more disciples arrived and saw the empty low-level demon horse area, they were dumbfounded.

"Where are the horses? Damn it, where did all the horses go?"

They felt like they had been played. They had accepted missions, but there were no horses.

After inquiring with the steward, they learned that all the low-level demon horses had been rented out, leaving only high-level ones.

But when they asked about the price, their faces turned gloomy. They couldn't afford it.

They were just ordinary outer sect disciples, and even if they had enough sect points, their cultivation level made it difficult to handle high-level demon horses.

Seeing the uncertain expressions on the disciples' faces, the steward helplessly said, "You might have to wait a day. Some disciples might return tomorrow, and then there will be low-level demon horses available."

"That's all we can do."

With a helpless sigh, they turned back to the sect, wasting a whole day, feeling extremely frustrated.

More disciples arrived afterward, but most left disappointed. Without demon horses, they couldn't possibly run to their destinations.

Except for a few disciples who had their own demon beasts, the rest had no choice but to return and wait for the next day when there would be demon horses available.

The situation at the stables didn't attract much attention, as everyone thought it was just a coincidence.

Meanwhile, at Divine Sword Peak, the number of people at dinner was noticeably fewer, and many disciples finally got to enjoy the kitchen's meals they had been longing for, feeling immensely satisfied.

However, after eating, the disciples quickly headed to the main peak to take on missions.

The meals were too delicious, and they didn't want to miss out in the future, so they had to start cultivating with all their might now.

As night fell on the main peak, another wave of Divine Sword Peak disciples arrived. Although their numbers were much smaller, they still made the mission hall steward anxious.

Fortunately, these disciples followed the rules, taking only three missions each, never more.

The only issue was at the stables, where there were no low-level demon horses left.

In response, the Divine Sword Peak disciples decided to rent horses from Sanyuan City instead.

That night, Divine Sword Peak became unusually quiet, with over eighty percent of the disciples out on missions.

The sudden quietness was a bit unsettling.

Outside the Dao Yi Sect, numerous Divine Sword Peak disciples galloped tirelessly through the night.

Racing to the mission locations, even though it was late at night, this outer sect disciple of Divine Sword Peak didn't rest at all and went straight to the town's official's house.

"I am a disciple of Dao Yi Sect. Tell me the situation."

Seeing the Dao Yi Sect disciple who had arrived in the middle of the night, the official, who had already gone to bed, still warmly welcomed him.

However, seeing his anxious demeanor, the official curiously asked, "Immortal Master, it's quite late now. How about we discuss this tomorrow..."

"No need, I'm busy. Just tell me what's going on."

Although puzzled, the official truthfully recounted the situation with the evil spirits in the town.

Hearing this, the disciple pondered for a moment and came up with a plan to lure out the evil spirits, immediately instructing the official to arrange manpower.

Without any intention of resting, the evil spirits were eventually successfully lured out and slain.

Having completed the mission, the disciple mounted his horse again, glanced at the sky, and murmured to himself, "I should make it back in time for breakfast."

This disciple completed the three missions he had taken in less than a day, and then, under the complex gaze of the official and others, disappeared into the night, hurrying back to Dao Yi Sect.

From entering the town to slaying the evil spirits, the entire process took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.