"Show me your wooden tablet!"
A cold voice rang out. It was the dead-faced senior martial brother who had been waiting outside the pavilion. Fang Xing wanted to hand over the wooden tablet, but he waved his hand and an invisible force pulled over. The wooden tablet flew out of Fang Xing's hand and flew towards him. The dead-faced senior martial brother took the wooden tablet and looked at it. His face immediately revealed a look of contempt.
"Fourth grade aptitude? Hmph, another piece of trash! "
He threw the wooden tablet back to Fang Xing and said impatiently, "Go to the Green Wood Pavilion by yourself. I still have things to do, so I won't accompany you!"
After saying that, he pointed in the direction of the Green Wood Pavilion to Fang Xing and actually turned around to leave.
Fang Xing was so angry that he cursed loudly. He thought to himself, what kind of moral conduct does this cultivator have?
It was very obvious that this dead-faced senior martial brother still had the responsibility of bringing new disciples to the Green Wood Pavilion to guide them to the items. However, when he saw that Fang Xing's cultivation aptitude was too low, he didn't bother with him anymore and left without even putting on an act.
"I'll remember you. Sooner or later, I'll let you have a taste of my methods!"
Fang Xing angrily descended the mountain. He wanted to go to the Green Wood Pavilion by himself, but he didn't know the way. The strange peaks and valleys between the doors and the eaves of the palace made him feel a little dizzy. That dead-faced senior martial brother had only pointed in the direction casually. How would he know where the Green Wood Pavilion was?
"Eh … Junior Brother Fang …"
On the small path ahead, a big pig head suddenly rushed over. When he saw Fang Xing from afar, he stopped.
This pig head was actually that fat Taoist. It turned out that he had promised to wait for Fang Xing by the side of the Clear Heart Bell yesterday, to be his guide. Who would have thought that he drank too much last night and forgot about this matter. Only when the Clear Heart Bell rang did he wake up with a start. He then hurriedly got up and prepared to go to the Green Wood Pavilion to wait for Fang Xing. Just as he was halfway there, he happened to meet Fang Xing cursing all the way over.
The two of them faced each other, but the fat Taoist felt a little awkward. Although the two of them had already called each other brothers and chatted merrily yesterday, they had drunk too much. Now, although he wanted to be on good terms with Fang Xing, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
"Aiya, my Senior Brother Zhu, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why are you only here now?"
Fang Xing glanced at him and understood what the fat Daoist was thinking. He walked over with a smile.
"Ah … cough cough, my surname is Yu, not Zhu … I'm really sorry for making Junior Martial Brother wait for so long …"
When the fat Taoist saw Fang Xing being so friendly, the grudge in his heart instantly disappeared. He walked over with a face full of smiles.
"Junior Brother Fang, why are you alone? Don't you have a senior martial brother to lead the way?"
"There's a dead-faced senior martial brother to lead the way, but he had diarrhea and ran to the toilet. I couldn't wait, so I was going to go there myself …"
"Uh … how can a cultivator have diarrhea?"
"Who knows, maybe his intestines are rotten …"
Fang Xing casually lied and cursed the dead-faced senior martial brother. He came over and put his arm around the fat Taoist's neck and walked away.
He was short, so he could barely put his arm around the fat Taoist's shoulder. This was when the fat Taoist's body was slanted.
"What's the grade of Junior Brother Fang's aptitude?"
"Haha, what about you?"
"I'm ashamed, Senior Martial Brother. It's D grade aptitude …"
"Haha, then we're about the same!"
The two of them, one tall and one short, one fat and one skinny, chatted happily as they walked toward the Green Wood Pavilion.
The fat Taoist's attitude did not change because of Fang Xing's D grade aptitude. Firstly, he was also D grade aptitude, so there was no need to talk about his elder brother. Secondly, Fang Xing found out from the fat Taoist that out of the thousands of outer sect disciples in the Blue Cloud Sect, more than half of them were D grade aptitude, the rest were C grade aptitude, and the rest were B grade aptitude.
There were only a few true A grade aptitude in the entire Dao Sect, and they were all treated like treasures.
At the thought of this, Fang Xing felt slightly better. After all, he was not at the bottom.
Not long after, they arrived at the Green Wood Pavilion. It was a three-story pavilion built with a type of wood that emitted a faint green smell. At first glance, it looked simple and unadorned, but upon closer inspection, it was seamless and simple. There was not a single worm hole on the surface of the building, and not even a single speck of dust could be seen. Under the illumination of the rising sun, there was a faint brilliance circulating around the building, giving it a dignified appearance.
Just as the fat Taoist and Fang Xing approached, a thin old Taoist walked over from the side of the Green Wood Pavilion. The fat Taoist hurriedly pulled Fang Xing to greet him, calling him Senior Martial Brother Qiao. Fang Xing looked at him and realized that he could see through his cultivation. He was only at the fourth level of Spirit Formation. Although his appearance and age were similar to that of Elder Gao, their cultivation was far apart.
Senior Martial Brother Qiao took a look at Fang Xing's wooden plate. Without further ado, he arranged a small hut at the foot of Hidden Cloud Peak for Fang Xing to cultivate in. He also gave him a small Blue Cloud Sect Taoist robe, a Green Cloud Qi Training manual, and a small red crystal the size of a cobblestone. It was said that this was a spirit stone used for cultivation. After that, he sent Fang Xing to the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
"Junior Brother Fang, don't look down on this spirit stone. Our future cultivation will depend on it. The treatment of us outer disciples is low, and we only receive spirit stones once every three months. We treat it like a treasure. In the secular world, each spirit stone is worth hundreds of gold … …"
The fat Taoist saw Fang Xing looking at the spirit stone in his hand and said.
"Only one every three months? This Dao Sect is so stingy! "
Fang Xing was a little dissatisfied.
"Aiyo, this is a cultivation resource. It's good enough for a white-collar worker to get one every three months. This is also because our aptitudes are low. Although we are all outer disciples, D class aptitudes can get one every three months, C class aptitudes can get one every two months, B class aptitudes can get one every month, and A class aptitudes can get two every month. They are all rich people …"
"Hehe, it's good that there are rich people. I will rob them some other day … …"
"Junior Brother, don't mess around. Those A-grade aptitude disciples are not to be trifled with. If you get into a dispute, even if they were the ones who started it, the Elders will definitely punish us. If you want to earn some extra money, I can recommend you to the Miscellaneous Department to take up a position. As long as you work hard, you will be able to get a spirit stone every three months. That's double your salary …"
"Haha, that doesn't suit me. Let me think about it!"
As the two of them chatted, they arrived at the Artifact Pavilion. The fat Taoist suddenly remembered something and said in a low voice, "Junior Martial Brother Fang, when you arrive at the Artifact Pavilion later, obediently hand this spirit stone to the senior martial brother who guards the pavilion. Then, under his guidance, take out an artifact … …"
Fang Xing was stunned. He rolled his eyes and said, "Are you kidding me? I only get one spirit stone every three months. Why should I give it to them? "
The fat Taoist didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "This is not the time to be picky. In our Blue Cloud Sect's outer sect Artifact Pavilion, there are some old items that have been discarded by our seniors. More than half of them are damaged. If you give them a gift, these senior martial brothers who guard the pavilion will naturally give you a good one. But if you don't give them a gift, they will completely ignore you. How would you know which one is good and which one is bad? These black-hearted people have polished many damaged flying swords until they shine and specially place them there to cheat people … …"
As he said this, he took out one of his sword talismans and showed it to Fang Xing. "Look, back then I lacked a gift, and under their instigation, I took this sword talisman. It is said that it can release the sword qi of a true qi level-four cultivator. At that time, I thought I had picked up a treasure and was overjoyed. Later on, I found out that this sword talisman can only be used once. Apart from that experiment, it has never been used again. I don't know whether to throw it away or keep it. I want to cry but have no tears. Now, I can only keep it by my side, purely as a memento … …"
"Looks like you are also useless. No wonder you would run to the Taoist children to show off your prowess … …"
Fang Xing cursed the fat Taoist in his heart, but on the surface, he said with a smile, "Thank you for your guidance, senior martial brother. I understand!"
The fat Taoist did not follow him into the Artifact Pavilion. He only waited outside while Fang Xing swaggered in.
"Audacious! Blue Cloud Sect's Artifact Pavilion is not a place for idle people to barge in!"
A sudden shout startled Fang Xing. He saw three people come out from the side of the Celestial Weapon Pavilion. The leader was a man in his thirties, with two moustaches above his lips. He was thin and small, and looked more like a mouse than a mouse. His small green beady eyes shone brightly. It was only after seeing him that Fang Xing understood why people said that the eyes had a small focus. This guy's focus was very good.
Fang Xing quietly looked at them and saw their cultivation. The big mouse spirit was in the third level of spirit formation, while the other two were in the second level. He could tell that these three people were trying to intimidate him. He sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he said respectfully, "New outer disciple Fang Xing is here to collect the artifact according to the sect rules. I have the waist token given by Elder Gao as proof. Senior martial brothers, please take a look … …"
The big rat spirit took the wooden token and scanned it with his eyes. Then, he sneered, "So it's a new outer sect disciple. You don't know the rules, so I'll forgive you for trespassing into the Ritual Weapon Pavilion. However, you're just going to come here to collect the ritual weapon without any proof?"
His small eyes were blinking, clearly hinting to Du Fang to give him some benefits.
"Eh, what does senior martial brother mean?"
Fang Xing smiled and pretended to be ignorant, but he did not want to give it. After all, it was a spirit stone!
Others needed their guidance to avoid damaging the artifact, but he was not afraid. Was the Yin Yang Demon Mirror a joke?
"Bastard, what are you pretending to be ignorant for? Quickly hand over the spirit stone or get lost … …"
The man beside the mouse spirit became angry and directly reprimanded him. He did not even care about his face and directly asked for the spirit stone.
Fang Xing's complexion suddenly changed. Although he was reluctant, after some consideration, he still planned to hand over the Spirit Stones. After all, he had just entered the sect and didn't know how deep the mountain was and how shallow the water was. It was still necessary to not be in the limelight. However, he was a person who could be persuaded by reason but not cowed by force. When the man beside the Rat Spirit scolded him like that, his small explosive temper immediately rose.
"I only have one spirit stone every three months. Why should I give you this bastard thing?"
Fang Xing's shout was even louder than the man's voice, but it gave the three of them a fright.
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