Qian Duoduo never expected that someone would be swimming in the Mengyuan River.
The person swimming was a young woman, with skin as white as snow, and long hair coiled and tied behind her head like a black tail.
Qian Duoduo recognized her at a glance. It was that arrogant Senior Sister Immortal, Yu Yixiang.
This Senior Sister was clearly a master in the water, swimming upstream in the Mengyuan River without the slightest regard for the whirlpools and hidden reefs.
Qian Duoduo was about to lie flat again, pretending to be a blind, ignorant wild grass.
However, a woman's scream from the river broke Qian Duoduo's intention to pretend to be grass.
Qian Duoduo was discovered. Even if he was discovered, he still had to pretend to be asleep.
Although the water was rapid and the waves were big, it was just a vast expanse of white, nothing could be seen clearly, but he still accidentally saw something that couldn't be explained, and he didn't know how to explain it.
However, before Qian Duoduo's back could hit the ground, a strong gust of wind assailed him.
Qian Duoduo did a somersault, rolled behind a rock, and shouted loudly, "I didn't see anything clearly. I didn't do it on purpose."
"You..." Hearing this, Yu Yixiang gritted her teeth in anger.
The rock in front of Qian Duoduo cracked open, a silver sword with a wisp of white light swept past, then whistled, stabbing down from high above towards Qian Duoduo's head.
This Senior Sister was too ruthless; the speed of this Flying Sword was several times faster than what Qian Duoduo could control. He definitely couldn't defeat her now.
"I really didn't see clearly, Senior Sister, spare my life!" Qian Duoduo dodged left and right, and the silver sword struck nothing.
After dodging three or five times, Qian Duoduo gained some confidence. This Flying Sword was alive, and the person was even more alive.
"This Mengyuan River isn't yours, if you can swim, why can't I look at fish?" Qian Duoduo asked Senior Sister Yu Yixiang back while observing the Flying Sword's movements.
She was already dressed neatly, standing on the bank.
The world is vast, but is it bigger than reason?
Yu Yixiang's small Face was redder than Senior Brother Lei Jiashu's Face, "You, you, you, little hooligan!"
Hooligan? What's a hooligan? And a little hooligan, is there a big hooligan too?
Qian Duoduo guessed that this 'hooligan' was probably not a good word, but a dirty hat like 'unlucky person'.
"I'm not a hooligan, and even less a little hooligan." He couldn't wear a dirty hat on his head.
The silver sword began to shake in the air. A shaking Flying Sword meant that the Spiritual Qi couldn't connect properly. Qian Duoduo understood this.
Haha, Qian Duoduo chuckled inwardly.
"This Senior Sister seems to be truly angry, so angry that her Spiritual Qi is trembling."
But Qian Duoduo didn't understand why she was angry. "I didn't take any advantage, she didn't suffer any loss, so why is she constantly stabbing me with her sword, acting like it's life or death?"
Yu Yixiang grabbed the Flying Sword in her hand and charged at Qian Duoduo.
"This is going to be a close-quarters fight! This Senior Sister isn't old, but her temper is not small. Her Killing Intent is surging, even more rapid and fierce than the Mengyuan River water. Doesn't the Sect forbid private duels? How can she be so tyrannical and unreasonable!"
In a moment of desperation, Qian Duoduo sprang up with his legs, jumped into the Mengyuan River, squatted halfway, only revealing his head, and shouted at Yu Yixiang, "Look, the water is so rapid, what can you see clearly?"
Yu Yixiang gritted her teeth, the silver sword pointed directly at Qian Duoduo's eyes, the silver light flashing so brightly that Qian Duoduo could barely keep his eyes open.
"Don't let this immortal turn into a madwoman and actually stab the sword into my Face?"
Qian Duoduo was worried in his heart, his feet storing hidden strength. If anything went wrong, he would immediately spring into the river, go downstream, and let this crazy Senior Sister not find him.
"Jin Buhuan, why are you here?" This Senior Sister seemed to have recovered some of her senses, but the silver sword in her hand still trembled slightly.
Qian Duoduo pointed at his small courtyard, number 1972, "I've entered the Outer Sect, just a few days ago. That's my residence."
"Why did you come to the riverbank?" Yu Yixiang was aggressive, treating him like a criminal.
"Practicing swords. Look at these broken stones, I made them all. When I get tired of practicing, I sleep for a while, and when I wake up, I..." Qian Duoduo wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by the Senior Sister's gaze.
"Stop. You are not allowed to tell anyone about today's events. If anyone knows about today's events, I will stab your mouth rotten and poke out your eyes."
Yu Yixiang looked at the messy surroundings; Qian Duoduo didn't seem to be lying. She waved her hand and put away the silver sword.
It seemed that this Senior Sister's anger had passed.
"Today's events? Were there any events today? There were no events today at all." Qian Duoduo stood up straight. His blue robe was already soaked by the river water, clinging to his body uncomfortably.
Seeing that Yu Yixiang made no move, Qian Duoduo stepped ashore, vigorously shook his blue robe, deliberately splashing water everywhere, and a few drops unfortunately splashed onto her.
"You..." This Senior Sister was breathing heavily again.
"I'm going back, don't follow me. There's nothing to see anyway." Qian Duoduo walked towards his small courtyard, waving his hand at her.
No matter how beautiful such a domineering and savage woman was, Qian Duoduo didn't want to see her again.
Whether in the water or on the shore.
After guarding the courtyard for a day and a night, when Qian Duoduo could control the Golden Rooster Sword up to twenty zhang away, a muffled sound came from the room, and Huang Guiren broke through to Qi Condensation Level Four.
Before Qian Duoduo could push the door and enter, Huang Guiren, whose aura had grown stronger, came out with his hair disheveled.
"You spent another twenty thousand on me." Huang Guiren returned the token to Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo took him to the Sect gate for registration. Senior Brother Wu Binghuo at the Sect gate gave him Face, processed his entry procedures, and allowed him to choose his residence near Qian Duoduo, small courtyard number 1981.
"Let's go." Huang Guiren had changed into the Outer Sect Disciple robes, and Qian Duoduo waved his hand at him.
"Where are we going?"
"To the Mission Hall, to pay off your debt." Qian Duoduo had seen Huang Guiren's token, which showed a debt of 1.88 million.
"No. The money I owe, I can't let you pay." Huang Guiren disagreed.
"I have this small amount of money. Besides, if your debt isn't paid, you'll be forced to take on one mission after another. Who will help me with my work?"
Qian Duoduo patted his back, "Let's go, pay it off early, lest the Mission Hall cause any more trouble."
The Mission Hall is an important department of the Sect. All Disciples and Elders in the Sect must accept missions every year; no one is exempt.
If they encounter closed-door Cultivation, they need to make up for the missed missions afterward. Those with official positions take one mission per year. Those without official positions take two missions per year.
Generally speaking, the difficulty of a mission is equivalent to a Disciple's or Elder's annual Cultivation fee. This design prevents the Sect from supporting idlers and ensures the Sect's financial balance.
The Mission Hall's missions are varied and diverse; all kinds exist.
Some involve cultivating spiritual plants, raising Spirit Beasts; some involve refining Magic Treasures, Medicinal Pills; some involve external delivery, transmitting messages; some involve exploring undeveloped areas outside the Sect; some involve hunting fierce beasts...
Anyone can issue a mission, and anyone can accept a mission.
Within the specified period, if Disciples and Elders do not accept a mission, the Mission Hall will assign one.
When carrying out missions, any special circumstances are also communicated with the Mission Hall.
Precisely because nearly a million Disciples and Elders in the Sect frequently interact with the Mission Hall, everyone is polite to the Mission Hall staff.
And the Elders of the Mission Hall subtly possess the authority of a Chief Elder.
The Disciples of the Mission Hall, besides all being Inner Sect Disciples, are all astute and capable, decisive individuals.
Qian Duoduo and Huang Guiren descended Mengyuan Mountain and walked towards the Mission Hall.
As they passed through Lingwu Avenue to the west, they happened to see several war chariots speeding by.
These war chariots were also the works of Artifact Refiners, at least artisan artifacts. But because they were simple to operate, Disciples at the Qi Condensation Realm could also control them. Not only were they fast, but they could also resist the attacks of fierce beasts.
It was said that high-level war chariots were called Winged Vehicles, which could fly through the air, even faster than Spirit Birds.
Past Lingwu Avenue, behind a large plaza, was the Mission Hall. The Mission Hall was built at the foot of Wen'an Peak, with two tower buildings on either side, housing the on-duty Elders and Disciples.
In the middle of the tower buildings was the tall, bright, several-thousand-square-meter Mission Hall. Inside the hall, it was divided into thirty-three smaller halls according to mission characteristics.
As soon as Qian Duoduo and Huang Guiren arrived at the entrance of the Mission Hall, an orange figure came to greet them.
"Why did you two take so long to arrive? You made me wait with bated breath. Please come in quickly!"
This enthusiastic, handsome Inner Sect Disciple was none other than Jin Buque.