3: C3 source of anger

C3 source of anger

The Spirit Profound Martial House was built on top of a mountain and had a vast area. There was a long corridor connecting the pavilion to the pavilion, and under the channeling and condensing of the gigantic spirit formation, the interior was filled with spirit energy. The area was divided into five areas with the densest amount of spiritual energy in the middle.1

The miscellaneous area was located to the north of where the spirit energy was thinner. Just as he entered the miscellaneous area, an excited drills sound made Long Bufan stop in his tracks, and he stood and watched from the sidelines while carrying the firewood.

At this time, a group of dozens of youths were gathered in the flat training field. They were all full of vigor and vigor as they practiced on a pile of purplish black logs.

The Violet Iron Tree grew only once in a hundred years. After being cut down, it would be chopped into wooden sticks, and after being soaked in the iron oil for a hundred days, it would be even harder than iron.

These people and Long Bufan were all service disciple s of the sect, but they were luckier and were assigned to Supervisor's Room. The only difference between their clothes were the red "Supervisor" on their sleeves, proof of their authority, and were in charge of supervising all matters regarding miscellaneous area. As everyone knew, the Supervisor's Room was the most comfortable place for miscellaneous area. Not only were there benefits to be had, they also had a lot of time to cultivate, which allowed these people to develop arrogant personalities.

At this moment, a rough voice came from the crowd.

"In another ten days, the trial will begin. All of you need to hurry and cultivate."

In the Spirit Profound Martial House, there was a chance for the service disciple to advance once every year. To become an outer sect disciple from the service clan, Yu Yue Long Sect, the first thing they had to do was to complete their pure body, and have a cultivation base at least at the second level of Qi Condensation.

However, the name of the outer court disciples was limited. Every time, they would only choose the top five, and they would choose the survival of the fittest. However, there were many servants in the sect, so every time the competition was very intense.

"Trial assessment?" Long Bufan thought out loud, his eyes filled with longing. If he could become an outer sect disciple, he would be able to obtain more cultivation resources, and he did not want to be a servant all his life. At the very least, he would be a special forces soldier in his previous life.

To him, the Trial assessment was the dragon gate. After crossing it, he would instantly rise to the skies and his resources would be secondary.

Inherited techniques were the culmination of experience accumulated by countless martial cultivation seniors over thousands of years. Without these experiences, it would be impossible for one to slowly study martial arts by himself.

"All of you are not working hard today, not working hard. Tomorrow, you will be like him. A person who only knows how to chop wood and cook. A person who is useless to the sect. A bug that can only depend on the sect for nothing."

The loud voice interrupted Long Bufan's thoughts, the people of Supervisor's Room all looked at him strangely, there was an indescribable sense of disdain, and there was a sense of pride in his contempt.

Long Bufan's heart was filled with rage, he raised his head and looked towards the direction of the voice.

He was a man dressed in red, with a full beard, he was the leader of the Supervisor's Room, Qin Duan.

The other party did not mention their name, so Long Bufan could only turn and leave.

"Don't go, the one in the kitchen is talking about you." Qin Duan did not let him off as she shouted disdainfully, "If you are not a Rice Worm, come and try using this training stake to prove to everyone that you are not a Rice Worm."

"It turns out to be a servant from the kitchen. What dishes are they served today?"

"Haha, don't be like yesterday and cook the meat broth into a mess. It's so bad that it tastes like death."

The youths in the crowd instantly let out sounds of ridicule.

Countless sounds of ridicule rang in his ears, one after another, as the jeering faces in his eyes continued to widen, before finally gathering into an inexplicable source of fury.

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