Chapter 7

The girl with a small flat nose leaned in close to my ear and said: "The formation of the front gate. The gatekeeper has erased those. The first year the land was still barren, yielding little harvest, but the harvest has been excellent these past two years, whatever is planted thrives abundantly. It is now spring, and the area in front of Chenji Mountain Gate is full of vitality. Oh, miss, you have come to the front, haven't you noticed..."

He fell silent again, so I took it as a tacit agreement and resolutely returned to my previous topic: "Although I am your disciple now..." I deliberately paused here and glanced at him. Seeing that he had no further objections, I nodded in satisfaction and continued, "But I am ultimately a newcomer, so I hold great respect for the older brothers and sisters of Xiyue Peak..."

The little flat-nosed one listened to my call, silently pinching his nose, and said: "I am just going to work in the farmland in front of the mountain gate."

Hmph, I find it unoriginal and lacking in novelty in my heart

Thus, I hurriedly chased after him; he waited for me in place. Seeing his attitude, I realized that today was completely uneventful.

I turned my head to look at him: "A flat nose. I ask you." I frowned, my expression serious, "What does it mean to farm? Please explain it to me."

I furrowed my brows as I scrutinized him. After he dealt with a few matters concerning the demonic cultivators, he did not delay any further and simply turned to me, instructing, "If she enters your dreams again in the future, report it to me." Immediately afterward, his figure vanished into the vast darkness of the night.

I am a bit dazed; isn't it still alive? Why not continue to press on?

What about the whipping post? What about the hanging pillar? Are we just going to drive them down the mountain like this without letting the vultures peck at them? Another ten years? Are we really going to let them come back? Farming? How is farming a form of torture? I have never heard of such a thing!

Therefore, this proposal today to keep it "hidden from the sect master" regarding the demonic cultivator, if it were in the past, would have resulted in being hung on the corpse pillar in front of the mountain gate to feed the vultures before dawn

In the past, the way I was killed was quite unexpected, and now the methods employed under this regime are truly surprising as well

Master, there is one more thing I wish to discuss with you. I said, although I am currently your disciple...

Ah, I understand now, so you are fond of this kind of thing, Mo Qing. ... Assign them tasks that are fundamentally impossible to complete, forcing them to do farm work in the midst of a killing field, in order to torment them, is that right

As I walked around the bend of the mountain path, I saw a large stone at the front of the road inscribed with the words "Forbidden Area," standing silently. In front of the stone was a rare flat area in the mountains, where the demon cultivator and the small flat-nosed individual were engaged in a dispute.

There are no living people left here

The small flat-nosed person facing us suddenly closed his mouth. A few people turned their heads to take a glance, still not quite understanding the situation, until the small flat-nosed person called out: "Sect Leader." Everyone's faces changed as if they were performing a face-changing act in a play, turning pale in an instant. Upon seeing that I was still alive beside Mo Qing, several demonic cultivators turned so pale that their necks seemed to lose color.

"Who said that?" He paused, interrupting my words with a cold expression. Then he turned to stare at me.

However

I stared in astonishment at those few demonic cultivators, who, having received their orders, helped each other to their feet and limped away.

Among the seven or eight low-level demon cultivators at Xiyue Peak, both male and female, the one who was most fiercely contending with the short-nosed boy was a short-haired male demon cultivator. They did not notice that Mo Qing and I were approaching.

However, no matter how they pleaded for mercy, the immense pressure of the surrounding suppression did not diminish

You did not refuse

... ...

If someone commits an offense and I am in a good mood, I will not intervene; if I am in a bad mood, I will break their legs and throw them out of the mountain gate

Several demonic cultivators immediately knelt down, not daring to raise their heads

I ignored her and continued, "Although they are very strict with me, I only consider it as them training me. However, I did not expect that recently a few brothers have behaved inappropriately, even insulting my integrity, which is truly excessive. Today, I originally planned to come and burn money, but I was chased by them all the way, and I lost all the paper money. You see..."

Therefore, based on this principle, I have always handled matters very simply. Two principles.

The implication is that it does not matter

Deceiving superiors and concealing the truth, if it is his superior being deceived, then it should be handled according to the first principle. However, if it is me who has been deceived, and the perpetrator has not even cleaned up after themselves, then it will be dealt with according to the second principle, with the punishment awaiting your arrival at the execution platform.

If I were to see it, I would probably be so enraged that I would stab my own eyes out and be blind there...

Well, looking at this appearance, Mo Qing holds a considerable reputation among the disciples, and it seems to be quite good.

I almost spat out a mouthful of blood at the sight of his flat nose: "What did you say? What did he smear on it?"

After all, Mo Qing allowed me to survive outside the forbidden area. I called for his master, and he acquiesced. Subsequently, he killed several other demonic cultivators who had offended "me." Regardless of the specific causal relationships involved, it is sufficiently sensational from the perspective of outsiders

I ... ...

I had originally thought I could show off a bit myself, having not dealt with anyone for quite some time, and my heart was still itching for it. However, I was resolved by such a clichéd method from Mo Qing. Now that I have returned to Xiyue Peak, even without me establishing my authority, others can spread the word and frighten the other demonic cultivators to death.

He strolled up to several demonic cultivators, speaking in a casual tone, his voice indifferent as he said: "I have not paid attention to the matter of accepting disciples for a long time, yet I am unaware that, within my Ten Thousand Slaughter Sect, the disciples who have joined are so bold as to engage in mutual strife, and not only that, but they even dare to instruct others, attempting to deceive and act recklessly in this forbidden area." He paused for a moment, and the pressure in the surrounding atmosphere suddenly intensified, causing even me, standing at the back, to feel a tightness in my chest.

But now someone is telling me that they want to send people to the mountain gate to do... farming work

It depends on my mood

Did I hear something incorrectly?

As Mo Qing was about to turn the corner, he finally glanced back slightly, his expression indifferent as he looked at me. I caught his gaze from a distance and immediately ran a few steps forward: "Master, are you inviting me to go out with you?"

The few demonic cultivators kneeling on the ground, those with slightly weaker internal energy, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as they opened their mouths

I stood for a moment in the darkness when the small-nosed man approached: "Miss," he said this time very politely, "Shall I call a carriage to take you home?" He was almost bowing as he inquired of me

I nod in agreement, after all, my body belongs to me now. In front of me, those little spirits from Xiyue Peak can still laugh, but I respect you as mere underlings.

I stared at him directly and said: "When we last met, I mentioned to you that I would be your disciple."

He is fine, but I have something to deal with, the matter of reporting him

He ordered: "Send them to work the fields in Shun'an Town at the foot of the mountain, and they shall not return to the mountain for ten years"

Zhiyan cannot keep up with my pace, but I can hear her as if she has spat out blood with a "pu" sound

Listening to their conversation, it turns out that Zhi Yan has intruded into the forbidden area for such a long time, yet they have not reported it to the sect leader

Gun formations and arrow formations, evil flames scorching, icy cold ground, those who intrude are either dead or wish they were. Within a radius of thirty miles in front of the mountain gate, without the permission of my Ten Thousand Slaughter Gate, not even a fly should dare to enter. In the eyes of the righteous sects, my Dusty Harvest Mountain's gate can be regarded as a perfect representation of a hell on earth.

Is there a place in front of our mountain gate where we can do farm work

It is a pity that I am not the current leader. I turned my head to glance at the impassive Mo Qing, waiting to see his methods of governance later.

At his inquiry, all the demonic cultivators on the ground trembled and cried out: "Master, spare us, Master, spare us"

I find it even harder to understand. ... Setting aside the matter of punishing people for "doing farm work," the main issue is ...

Ah?

Mo Qing cast a glance at me, neither agreeing nor denying.

What?

"There are intruders in the restricted area, why not stop them? Why not report it?" Mo Qing asked knowingly.

I followed Mo Qing, and before we had exited the valley, while on the way, I heard voices arguing around the corner ahead. One voice belonged to a person with a flat nose, who said: "I must report this matter to the sect leader before I can go in and capture the person"

Wait a moment

In my view, committing evil acts is not a crime. Those of us who practice the demonic path kill for power, seize treasures from others, engage in internal strife, and fight ruthlessly among ourselves, all while maintaining a facade of righteousness. This is the true essence of our practice; otherwise, what is the point of cultivating the demonic arts? If one strictly adheres to the rules of the righteous sects, then one might as well pursue immortality in that manner. Practicing demonic arts is ultimately about seeking convenience and pleasure.

"Well, originally there was none," the little flat-nosed person explained to me earnestly. "After the leader took over the Wanlu Sect, he erased the previous formations, returned the land to the people, and allowed everyone to cultivate crops."

They all managed to escape unscathed

Mo Qing continued walking without looking back: "No one requires you to respect them; within the Ten Thousand Slaughter Gate, strength speaks for itself."

However, that small flat-nosed person looked at me with great difficulty, then glanced at Mo Qing and said, "Sect Master... I really... don't know whether I should kill..." He had a perplexed expression, as if his mind was not quite sufficient.

I agreed

At that moment, the leader with short hair suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body collapsed to the ground, while Mo Qing's power gradually dissipated.

Another principle is that regardless of my mood, any bad deeds he has committed that have harmed me will be uniformly punished with death, desecrated, and displayed publicly.

As I called out, the expressions of several demon cultivators on the ground instantly became more vivid, shifting in a kaleidoscope of colors, reminiscent of a revolving lantern. Meanwhile, the one with the flat nose at the back clenched his fist fiercely, wearing an expression of enlightenment as if to say, 'I finally understand'

Who gave you the audacity?

I raised my eyebrows and defined the nature of this matter as a typical case of deception from above and below, colluding with other departments to seek profit and cause harm

Tonight, I believe that Mo Qing will also unleash his wrath. It seems that his method of handling such matters is not much different from mine in the past. Soon, he will also take a stroll on the corpse rack and hang the bodies on the pillars.

Mo Qing, you truly are an ugly creature that I cannot comprehend

The other party urged in a cacophony: "Why bother the sect leader? We cannot enter this Spirit Valley, but you can. You go in and capture that little vixen from the immortal gate, kill her directly. You won't have to face any difficulties, and neither will we. If the sect leader asks later, just say that she attempted to force her way into the valley, and you couldn't stop her. In the end, it was her own doing that led to her demise, isn't that right?"

Putting myself in his shoes, I actually feel that I understand him. However, he is indeed a bit foolish, and I couldn't help but interject: "I asked you why you didn't stop the report; who asked you whether you killed or not?" I turned to look at Mo Qing, with a charming smile on my face, "Is this what you mean, Master"

When I was the leader of the Wanlu Gate, in order to showcase the unique grandeur of our Wanlu Gate, I set up a thousand perilous obstacles in front of the main gate of the Dusty Harvest Mountain.

I turned my head to look at Mo Qing, who was looking down with a cold gaze at several demonic cultivators who seemed to have just walked a circle around the gates of hell. Their current miserable state was even worse than that of Er Gouzi.