Hearing this, Cheng Yue laughed, "Did you give them the resources? I've wanted to say this before: you've been cultivating ever since you arrived, and you're cultivating fast, but you don't understand human relationships, and you don't know how to go out and collect spiritual plants. Even if you're the senior brother, you still have to collect spiritual plants to exchange for them, otherwise how can you exchange them?"
"Master, what are you saying? I have never taken any resources from the sect. I used to get them from Mo Yan." Qingya's eyes widened, feeling a little strange. He had never taken any.
“But you took all the resources every month and didn’t give anything to the sect.”
Cheng Yue remembered; they kept records every month. After thinking for a moment, Cheng Yue finally recalled what the disciples of the sect had said when they complained to him. It was that although Qing Ya hadn't taken it, his junior brother had come, and supposedly, he was from the same hometown as him.
"Your junior brother helped you get it."
"Oh, I did agree to it. I didn't think I needed it. I'll give it to my junior brothers."
Chengyue: "..."
"If you take the resources, you have to return the spiritual plants and accept the mission. Our Xianle Sect accepts missions from the people down the mountain to help them solve their problems."
"You've been taking resources for hundreds of years; you must hand over the spiritual plants that are required. Otherwise, I will punish you according to the sect rules."
Qingya's expression changed; he had never known it would have to be like this. "Yes, Master, how much do I need to give?"
He figured there probably wouldn't be many, and he'd just have Mo Yan give them to him.
"Hmm, that's more like it." Cheng Yue was finally satisfied. He had underestimated his disciple's shamelessness. He had only thought his disciple was honest; who could have known he was so shameless?
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