Afterwards, Wu Er took Gou Weichao, Xiao Mingmu, Yan Zheng, and Wo Ningyan to meet them one by one.
Xiao Mingmu had some impression of Gou Weichao, but because of this impression, he became more suspicious and started clamoring to have his soul searched.
Yan Zheng didn't remember, because his mind was only on the carriage and he didn't remember Gou Weichao at all.
Needless to say, Wo Ningyan was only three years old at the time, how could she remember any of this?
In front of the group, Wu Er said he would appoint Gou Weichao as the guardian beast of the mountain.
Such a casual decision made Xiao Mingmu's lips twitch. This appointment of the mountain guardian beast would involve many procedures and would be announced to the entire sect. It would probably require organizing another grand event.
The competition isn't even completely over yet, and now we have to add another new task.
I'm not saying anything more, let's work overtime...
Then I took Gou Weichao to eat grass... and this guy really did eat grass...
After that, Wu Er found a place for Gou Weichao to stay.
Although Gou Weichao wanted to stay by Wu Er's side, the wooden house on Xiaoyuan Peak was simply too small to accommodate both a human and a demon.
After finishing all that, Wu Er went back to the cabin to sleep, waiting for the second round of the competition the next day.
One night later.
Wu Er got up full of energy, walked out the door full of energy, and arrived at the place for the second round of the competition full of energy.
It's the same square as last time, and the same arenas as last time, but there are far fewer people, only about a hundred left.
Considering that there were so many disciples in the first round, and only so few remained after elimination, the elimination rate was extremely high.
To advance to the inner sect, one must gain the favor of other high-ranking members in the competition, and to be favored by the elders, one must at least be among the top ten in the competition.
But if you make it into the top ten and still aren't favored by the higher-ups, then it really comes down to luck...
Just like in the last competition, Han Qingxiu won the top spot in the outer sect, but was only rewarded with a Net Jade. She was not noticed by any of the higher-ups, so she remained in the outer sect.
This is a pathological system with many drawbacks.
Although Wu Er knew this, he did not forcefully reform the system, after all, it was a long-standing tradition in the cultivation world that had been passed down for countless years.
The mindset of this cultivation world is still stuck in the feudal era, with extremely biased views on disciples, inheritance, and continuation.
Forced reforms will not change the situation.
Wu Er arrived at a fighting arena, suppressed his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage, and completely disguised himself as an outer disciple.
Looking at the referee's table, Xiao Ming, Wo Ningyan, and Yan Zheng all perked up when they saw their senior brother arrive, their demeanor completely different from before.
Since we're going to have a competition, we need to follow the proper procedures.
A middle-aged Nascent Soul cultivator flew up to Wu Er, raised his chin, and said indifferently, "You're number 666? Show me your name tag."
This attitude is really quite unpleasant.
Wu Er didn't feel dissatisfied, and since he was also very easygoing, he naturally took out the jade pendant.
The middle-aged cultivator glanced at him, closed his eyes slightly, and nodded, saying, "Heh, you were carried away in public yesterday, but you were still able to come in for the competition today. You must have used connections."
This middle-aged cultivator treated Wu Er as a junior disciple, and he had clearly seen the Dark Guard carrying the coffin yesterday, so he naturally looked down on him.
In addition, being straightforward, he made a few sarcastic remarks.
Wu Er, being a kind-hearted person, naturally didn't bother with him, shrugged, and avoided the middle-aged cultivator.
But the referee's table erupted in chaos...
"That guy dared to mock Senior Brother! I'm going to twist his head off!"
Since Wu Er entered the arena, Wo Ningyan's divine sense had been following him closely, never leaving him for a moment, and naturally she also heard the middle-aged cultivator's sarcastic remarks.
Upon hearing this, they were naturally furious. If Xiao Mingmu and Yan Zheng hadn't been holding them back, they would have already flown out to kill someone.
"Junior sister, calm down. Do you want to kill someone in front of your senior brother? Maintain your ladylike image and give him a good impression."
Xiao Mingmu repeatedly soothed her, and only by bringing up his senior brother's words did Wo Ningyan's anger subside somewhat.
"Alright, then I'll torture that person to death after my senior brother goes back!"
Wo Ningyan clenched her fist and shouted a sentence with great force.
Fortunately, a soundproof array was set up around the referee's stand, otherwise everyone here would probably have heard it.
Xiao Mingmu looked at Wo Ningyan and felt helpless. He really didn't want anything to happen to the higher-ups of his sect.
If sensational news like "Pengshan Sect arbitrarily abuses and kills its subordinates" were to spread, the entire sect's reputation would be ruined. Would anyone still want to join the sect then? Wouldn't the sect's development be cut off?
So Xiao Mingmu reassured her, "Junior sister, don't worry, I have a way to make him suffer a fate worse than death!"
"Wouldn't living be as bad as dying?"
Upon hearing this, Wo Ningyan's anger subsided, and she asked, "How is it worse than death?"
"Promote him!"
Xiao Mingmu said earnestly.
Upon hearing this, Yan Zheng and Wo Ningyan, who were standing to the side, were both taken aback.
Then Yan Zhengxian spoke first, asking, "How can promotion make a person wish they were dead?"
"Hmph, you guys don't know this, do you?"
Xiao Mingmu narrowed his eyes and laughed, "I'll create a new position called the Grand Supervisor of Shoveling Shit in Pengshan Sect. He'll only hold the position of an elder, and I'll give that little cultivator a nominal promotion. I won't assign him any subordinates, and I'll require him to clean up the shit in the outer sect disciples' latrines every day, or I'll cut off his resources."
"ah?"
Yan Zheng, standing to the side, was even more puzzled, his eyes full of question marks.
After hearing this, Wo Ningyan snorted and said, "How is this worse than death?"
"It's worse than death!"
Xiao Mingmu then forced an explanation: "Look, there are so many latrines in the outer sect. Disciples who haven't abstained from grains have to use them every day. Who can possibly clean them all up?"
Then his tone changed, and he said calmly, "If we can't finish clearing it out, there will be no resources. Without resources, we can't cultivate effectively, and our cultivation level won't be able to break through. Relatively speaking, his lifespan will be shorter. So we both insulted him and shortened his lifespan."
After a series of illogical remarks, Yan Zheng's confusion deepened.
Wo Ningyan was in a state of anger and her IQ wasn't online, so she believed this nonsense.
He said, "Alright, we'll do as Second Senior Brother says."
This relieved Xiao Mingmu; the sect's reputation was finally preserved.
The poor, middle-aged cultivator had no idea that he had just narrowly escaped death, and that his future had been ruined afterward...
The cause of the dispute was that Master Wu failed to realize that someone had ruined their promising future because of him.
He leisurely walked to a fighting arena, ready to begin the match.
After confirming Wu Er's jade token, the cultivator in charge of the arena waved his hand, announcing the start of the competition.
After Wu Er stepped onto the arena, he saw an outer disciple carrying a long sword.
He's average-looking, and... he's a man.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
