The young master flew into a rage out of humiliation.
The young master quickly took out a set of clothes and put them on.
The senior sister was very calm and didn't seem to have any reaction. At this time, she said: "Okay, the outcome has been decided. From now on, the job of picking up dung will be yours. Do it well, bear hardships and temper your mind. It will be very beneficial for you."
The young master nodded with a dark face.
"Friend, how should I address you?" The senior sister walked in front of Qinchuan and smiled.
Her smile made Qin Chuan feel a little uneasy. Her picturesque eyes flickered with a deathly silver light as they opened and closed. They were especially beautiful, and also very threatening. There was a special kind of aura and feeling. Perhaps this was a type of powerful physique.
"I'm Qinchuan!"
"Hello Brother Qin, I'm Stranger." The girl smiled.
"Hello Senior Sister!" Qinchuan smiled.
Qinchuan felt that this girl's name was very strange. Stranger, but a name was just a symbol, so it didn't matter.
"In the future, you can go to the Forging God Institute to be my assistant. If you can become a Divine Blacksmith, you must help me forge a divine tool." The stranger smiled at Qinchuan.
"Senior Sister must be joking!" Qinchuan's heart trembled. This girl definitely wasn't simple. She made Qinchuan feel very dangerous. Although she smiled sweetly and was more beautiful than a flower, Qinchuan felt a sense of danger. Moreover, Qinchuan had a feeling that if he used his golden divine eyes to look at her, she would definitely notice.
If it wasn't a battle, using special eyes to look at the other party was a form of disrespect or provocation.
"Brother Qin, you're really stingy. The Heaven Qilin Divine Institute has good materials. If you finish learning, just help me forge a little." The stranger smiled at Qinchuan. Those eyes made Qinchuan a little afraid to look straight at them.
"If possible, I will!" Qinchuan said politely.
"Hmph, alright, I don't need you anymore. Stingy," the stranger said angrily. However, there was still a smile on her face.
"Brat, you really don't know what's good for you. Big Senior Sister is so …" A fellow couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at Qinchuan.
"Shut your mouth. I don't want you to talk. Apologize." The stranger's eyes turned cold.
The man from before hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister!"
"Not me!"
"I'm sorry!" the man said unwillingly to Qinchuan. He was also an existence in the pavilion.
Qinchuan had no feelings for this kind of person, but for the sake of his Grand Senior Sister, he still said, "It's alright!"
Now, Tai Tan and the Third Prince, as well as the previous two people, were all transferred to other positions. Only the Young Master in Embroidered Gown was left to carry the excrement. Moreover, the small pavilion was given to Qinchuan.
The Young Master in Embroidered Gown wanted to vomit blood. Although it was a lot of work to carry excrement alone, he was still a King Level Expert, so it was not a problem for him to complete the task. The problem was that it was dirty, and it would ruin his reputation.
But he had to be willing to admit defeat. Moreover, the Grand Senior Sister had intervened, so he couldn't slander him even if he wanted to. The Young Master in Embroidered Gown wanted to die. Moreover, everyone knew that he was a small penis, and not a small one at that. Half of the outer sect disciples were present, and many of them were female disciples.
Even now, many female disciples were still discussing it.
"Such a good appearance, such strength, it's a pity that he has to carry excrement."
"Yes, he stinks. Who would want to be with him?"
"You still want to be with him? Can't you see that he's so small?" A female disciple stretched out her little finger and pinched it.
"Some small things are also very powerful. Besides, there are other ways to make up for it," the woman said playfully.
The Young Master in Embroidered Gown didn't feel very comforted after hearing this. This kind of blow was even worse than losing a fight.
…
After that, basically no one challenged him anymore. The stranger said goodbye to Qinchuan and left. The others also dispersed, but now they all knew that Qinchuan was very powerful.
After the assignment, they would go and report to the sect the next day.
With the assignment, there would be contribution points. The contribution points of a big sect were much more precious than money and spirit stones. Good things could only be exchanged with contribution points, and those who made contributions would also be rewarded with contribution points. The super big sects had existed for more than ten thousand years, and their collections were very rich. As long as you had contribution points, your strength would increase by leaps and bounds.
No matter what the assignment was, one contribution point per day. Thirty contribution points could be exchanged for a Spirit Qi Pill, which could double the speed of cultivation. This pill could last for three days, which meant that three days of cultivation was equivalent to six days of normal cultivation.
Special contributions could also be rewarded with contribution points.
Qinchuan moved into a small pavilion. This pavilion usually wouldn't accept challenges, but on the last day of every month, only on this day, other people could challenge the people in the pavilion. If they won, they would be swapped.
Tomorrow was the first day of the next month, and it was also the time when all the new outer sect disciples would start their assignments.
Only outer sect disciples had assignments, and inner sect disciples only needed to cultivate. The sect's investment in inner sect disciples couldn't be compared to the investment in outer sect disciples. Therefore, outer sect disciples would try their best to squeeze into the inner sect.
But outer sect disciples needed three years. No matter how strong or outstanding you were, you would need three years to take the test. This was a very important point for a big sect. After three years, only those who met the requirements could participate in the test to enter the inner sect. For example, strength, willpower, character, etc.
On the second day, Qinchuan woke up and did his morning training. The outer sect of the Tian Qilin Divine Institution had a huge martial field, and one could train, cultivate, and spar there at any time. The place was big enough, and there would be people at all times of the day.
The morning sun rose, and Qinchuan bathed in the sunlight. He slowly swam and changed the shape of the God Forging Hammer.
He patiently swung it over and over again.
A layer of fine sweat appeared, and Qinchuan slowly retracted his hand. At this moment, a group of people walked over from afar. There were about ten of them, and the leader was a refined man. He was a little short, and he was a head shorter than Qinchuan. He could only be considered a small person, but he was extremely short and thick. His entire body seemed to be a single entity, like a pillar.
He had a square face, big ears, thick brows, big eyes, a big nose, and a mouth that could fit an ordinary person's fist.
"You are Qinchuan, right? My name is Yan Kuan, and the person you insulted yesterday is my younger brother, Yan Xiu." The man in the lead said to Qinchuan.
Qinchuan had a smile on his face as he looked at him, "What do you want to express?"
Yan Kuan didn't come today to do anything to Qinchuan. After all, Eldest Senior Sister seemed to be interested in him, so even if he wanted to touch Qinchuan, he would have to wait until Eldest Senior Sister was no longer interested in him.
"Oh, you are quite arrogant." Yan Kuan looked at Qinchuan.
"Crazy!" Qinchuan said and turned to leave.
"Big Brother, beat him up. He is too arrogant." A youth said coldly.
"Wait a little longer, we can't afford to offend Stranger. If he wants to mess with us, he will definitely lose a layer of skin." Yan Kuan trembled as he spoke.