Chapter 388
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This was the excrement of an eighth-grade demonic beast, the Darkfire Demon Roc. It contained fire-elemental energy and was extremely resistant to burning after being dried. It was perfect for the Ovens or the Alchemy Room to use as firewood.
However, the Darkfire Demon Roc's excrement was extremely smelly. It had a strong sour smell that was extremely pungent.
Due to the stench of excrement, most people would not accept such a dirty mission. As a result, the Sect's Contribution Points were extremely high. There were a total of 50 Contribution Points, which was equivalent to three ordinary Sect missions.
"This stench should only exist in the heavens. It's rare to smell it in the mortal world." Long Bufan shook his head and continued to shovel the excrement out of the cart. He then spread it evenly across the empty space.
Xiao Bai, the Fox Fur Marten, was lying on its stomach and watching from afar. It was sunbathing and eating an apple at the same time. Xiao Bai had grown a lot in the past six months. It had evolved to the level of a Five-Tailed Fox Fur Marten.
At dusk, in the southeast corner of Ling Xuanwu Province, the Deacon in charge of the Outer Palace's Mission Hall Registration Office was flipping through a small book. The content was mainly about the biographies of famous experts on the continent.
His name was Qin Duan. He was a servant disciple at the same time as Long Bufan. At that time, he was still the disciple of the supervisor of the servant district. He was responsible for overseeing the chores of the various servant districts. Because the disciples of the Ovens were rich, stealing food was a common occurrence. Due to jealousy, they often had conflicts.
At that time, Long Bufan had secretly put laxatives in Qin Duan's food, causing the latter's anus to swell.
However, these were all old matters. There was no grudge left. Now that Qin Duan was an Outer Palace Deacon, the Mission Hall Registration Office's job was quite boring. It was mainly to record the Sect's disciples' acceptance and submission of missions, as well as the time and location of missions.
Otherwise, if a disciple went missing for too long, the Sect would investigate. This was to ensure the safety of the Sect's disciples.
Ling Xuanwu Province didn't have many missions for the Sect's disciples to go out and train. Therefore, it was quite a lot to register seven or eight disciples a day. This kind of boring job with no future prospects was disdained by any disciple with even the slightest bit of strength.
Qin Duan was a disciple promoted from the servant district. As an Earth Yuan middle stage martial artist, he received two hundred Primal Yang Stones and one hundred Sect contribution points every month..
Xiao Shu was currently at an exciting part, and Qin Duan's expression couldn't help but change. Following the rise and fall of the main character's fate, he was sometimes nervous and sometimes excited. However, just as he was about to get excited, he suddenly felt the light dim. A figure blocked the sunlight, bringing with it an unpleasant stench.
Qin Duan thought that there was an Outer Palace Disciple who wanted to register for a mission to go out and train, so his interest in reading the biography was suddenly interrupted. He raised his head in dissatisfaction and was just about to ask this disciple about the time and location of the mission when he was suddenly stunned. His tightly shut lips slowly opened into an 'O' shape.
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. Qin Duan looked at Long Bufan in front of him in surprise. Only now did he remember the Sect's mission he accepted yesterday. One of the missions was to dry animal dung.
"Senior Brother Qin, the mission is complete. I'm here to collect the Sect's reward." Long Bufan said with a faint smile. After drying animal dung for a day, he was already used to the smell on his body.
"Okay, I'll handle it for you. You must be tired. Sit here. "
Qin Duan immediately became spirited. He nodded and bowed as he received him. From a certain point of view, Long Bufan was his god of wealth.
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