Chapter 63 – Return to the sect, leave the sect

Watching the disciple's departing figure, the steward opened his mouth but finally just said, "The immortal masters are truly busy."

"Indeed, indeed," the crowd behind him nodded in agreement. It was true; the whole visit lasted just about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. To be honest, in all his years, the steward had never encountered such a situation.

The disciples from other sects, even the smaller ones, always acted so high and mighty. When you invited them to exorcise demons, you had to treat them well.

But the Dao Yi Sect disciples were different. They came to exorcise demons and did just that, not even stopping for a sip of tea.

"No wonder they're disciples of a major sect," he sighed sincerely. What he didn't know was that the disciple was in such a hurry to return because he wanted to catch breakfast.

Compared to the meals in the kitchen, what was so special about this lousy tea?

Galloping through the night, he headed straight for the Dao Yi Sect. Such scenes were not uncommon that night, and judging by their attire, they were all disciples of Divine Sword Peak.

They took on three tasks during the day, completed them overnight, and rushed back to the sect without rest, all for a bite of breakfast.

As dawn broke, the sound of hooves could be faintly heard at the Dao Yi Sect's stables.

The steward, who was practicing cultivation, was suddenly startled awake and walked out of the courtyard suspiciously.

"Who could it be so early in the morning?"

Just as he spoke, dust rose from all directions, and thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples charged full speed toward the stables on their demon horses.

"Holy crap..."

It was like facing a cavalry charge. The steward's face changed dramatically, and he quickly stepped aside to avoid them.

"Steward, the horses are here. Please register them; I have other matters to attend to."

"Me too, sorry for the trouble."

"And me."

Before he could say anything, the disciples leaped off their horses, hurriedly left a message, and turned to leave.

Their speed was even faster than when they were riding.

In less than ten breaths, thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples disappeared, leaving behind a dumbfounded steward and a group of bewildered demon horses.

These demon horses had some intelligence, but not much, so they couldn't comprehend complex issues. They only knew that this trip seemed to be all about running, and nothing else.

Some of the more ruthless disciples didn't even give the horses a sip of water, causing a few of them to show signs of dehydration.

"Beasts," the steward cursed angrily after inspecting the horses. They were exhausted from the long run, and without water or food, they were on the verge of collapse.

He had been in charge of the stables for years and had never seen such disciples. Damn it, couldn't they at least give the horses some water?

Looking at the nearly foaming-at-the-mouth demon horses, the steward felt heartbroken.

But the Divine Sword Peak disciples were oblivious to this. They rushed back to Divine Sword Peak, heading straight for the kitchen without even returning to their quarters.

"Charge, charge, charge."

"After running all day, I'm exhausted. I won't feel better until I've tasted Junior Brother Changqing's cooking."

The returning disciples met those who stayed at Divine Sword Peak at the corner, as expected.

At the moment of meeting, the Divine Sword Peak disciples who hadn't gone out on tasks broke into bright smiles, and someone shouted loudly.

"Attack, they've been tired all day, we have the advantage."

"Go!"

"Charge!"

In an instant, they clashed directly, soldier against soldier, general against general, menial disciple against menial disciple, outer sect disciple against outer sect disciple, inner sect disciple against inner sect disciple.

After a fierce battle, breakfast finally began.

Today's breakfast was spicy and sour wontons, perfect for restoring energy.

This was Ye Changqing's intention, knowing that many disciples had gone out on tasks, so he specifically chose this dish for breakfast.

"Delicious, delicious."

"Eat properly and don't talk. Don't you know the rule about not speaking while eating or sleeping? You're spraying saliva all over my face."

After a whirlwind meal, something unusual happened. After breakfast, the disciples didn't rest.

Usually, after eating, everyone would chat in the kitchen for a while before leaving, but today, almost all the disciples left immediately after eating.

Their destination was naturally the Main Peak Task Hall.

First, they submitted yesterday's tasks, then took on new ones.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the steward at the task hall had just finished changing shifts, talking about the Divine Sword Peak.

"Nothing happened yesterday, right?"

"No, everything was according to the rules. Everyone only took three tasks."

"That's good..."

Before he could finish, a large group of Divine Sword Peak disciples flooded in from outside. Seeing this, the stewards' eyelids twitched, and they asked weakly.

"What... what do you want?"

"Submitting tasks."

Thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples handed in their completed tasks for registration.

Looking at these tasks, the stewards were a bit confused.

If they remembered correctly, these tasks were only taken yesterday, right?

And almost everyone took three tasks, meaning they completed three tasks in a day? More accurately, in less than a day.

Completely bewildered, they finished the registration. Then, the disciples selected new tasks, again three per person.

After registering with the stewards, they rushed out of the Steward Hall, taking less than half an hour in total.

"This, this, this..."

"Should we report this to the hall master?"

"What for? Everyone only took three tasks, and there's no rule violation, so what's there to report?"

"True, it's just that their efficiency is a bit high."

Looking at the half-empty array light screen, the stewards sighed helplessly. Just then, disciples from other peaks arrived.

It was already considered early, but when they entered the task hall and saw the array light screen, they stopped in their tracks.

"Why are there so few tasks?"

"Could it be that the Divine Sword Peak people came again?"

"Impossible, they couldn't have come this early, right?"

Upon asking, they found out it was indeed Divine Sword Peak disciples, leaving them speechless. Fortunately, the stewards promptly replenished the tasks, stabilizing the situation.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, the steward who hadn't rested long welcomed the Divine Sword Peak disciples again.

Seeing many familiar faces, the steward asked in confusion.

"Didn't you just return to the sect? Why are you heading out again?"

"There are a lot of tasks recently. Please register quickly, steward."

"Strange, aren't the sect's mandatory tasks only once a month? Why are these disciples..."

Since when did Dao Yi Sect disciples become so busy? They hadn't been back in the sect for even an hour, and they were heading out again. It was truly puzzling.