Wang Fu's trembling palm had just touched the next stone step when this sudden sound completely shattered his hope. A hundred steps, a hundred steps...
He gave a tragic laugh, a mouthful of blood surged out, and his body swayed, burying his head and fainting.
"Heh... as expected of a commoner from a small mountain village." Zhao Zelin took a few strides to Wang Fu's side, took out a black pill, and roughly pressed it into Wang Fu's mouth.
Wutong Village had some connections with the sect, plus they produced two disciples with upper-grade spiritual roots, so Zhao Zelin really couldn't just stand by and watch him die. Of course, the most important thing was that he was worried about causing Yun Ning Shuang's dislike because of this, after all, she was his intended Dao Companion.
The night was deep and the weather was cold. Zhao Zelin left alone, leaving Wang Fu to sleep on the cold stone steps until the next morning when Zhao Zelin reappeared.
A ray of sunlight shone over, and only then did Wang Fu slowly wake up.
He found that he was still lying on the stone steps. Fortunately, other than his face hurting a bit and his body feeling weak, he had no other injuries.
"You're awake? If you're awake, you should go report to the Miscellaneous Affairs Office..."
Zhao Zelin's voice came coldly. Immediately after, Wang Fu felt the clothes on his back being grabbed, and his whole body flew up. A strong gust of wind whistled by, making his eyes stream with tears and his cheeks sting.
"If you don't want to go blind, close your eyes." Zhao Zelin snorted coldly. Wang Fu quickly closed his eyes. At this moment, he missed Senior Sister Yun Ning Shuang's small boat immensely.
After a moment, Wang Fu felt the speed slow down. He cautiously opened his eyes and saw that they had arrived at a mountain peak. This peak was far worse than Luo Xia Peak, not even reaching the foot of the mountain.
An ordinary square courtyard was located on the mountain peak, with the three large characters "Miscellaneous Affairs Office" written crookedly on the plaque in front of the door.
Wang Fu was casually thrown to the ground by Zhao Zelin, which made him grimace in pain. He rolled a few times before steadying himself. He didn't dare look straight at Zhao Zelin, afraid that the malice in his eyes would be hidden. He could only curse and swear in his heart.
"Alright, this is the Miscellaneous Affairs Office. Go in and report yourself." Zhao Zelin clapped his hands, left this sentence, and once again activated his golden leaf flying artifact, disappearing from sight, not even willing to say one more word to Wang Fu.
"Dog thing..."
Wang Fu cursed inwardly and patted the dust and grass off his body.
He sighed, understanding that he failed to climb to the end of the Thousand Cliff Stone Steps within the stipulated time and could not become a formal disciple, only a miscellaneous disciple.
"Shishu Wu said that as long as I break through to the Qi Refinement Fourth Level within ten years, I can also become a formal disciple and enter the Outer Sect to cultivate. Since the Thousand Cliff Stone Steps failed, I'll take another path. Ten years, I don't believe I can't break through... So what if I'm a miscellaneous disciple? As long as I work hard enough, as long as I put in enough effort..."
While constantly comforting himself, Wang Fu took off the tattered clothes covered in bloodstains and changed into the spare clothes his mother had prepared for him in his bag.
Discarding the dirty clothes, Wang Fu walked towards the building in front.
"Hey, That Kid... what are you here for..."
A pot-bellied Middle-aged Man walked out of the house. His small eyes scrutinized Wang Fu, looking at Wang Fu's dirty face with great disdain.
"Excuse me, is this the Miscellaneous Affairs Office?" Wang Fu asked cautiously. Although he had only been in Luo Yu Sect for two days, he had already seen the rules here clearly.
The bigger the fist and the higher the cultivation, that was the true path. If your strength was inferior, you were only a step below others. At this time, he could only seek opportunities by being cautious. He was not a reckless person.
"This is Xiao Dong Peak, one of the four miscellaneous peaks of Luo Yu Sect. I am the Xiao Dong Peak manager, Feng Dafu. Who are you and why are you here?" The Middle-aged Man looked at the sky where Zhao Zelin had left, and then looked at Wang Fu.
He was a little unsure of the background of this slovenly kid in front of him. Not many people were personally sent by a Senior Brother who had a flying artifact.
"My name is Wang Fu. I just joined Luo Yu Sect two days ago. I am here to report to the Miscellaneous Affairs Office today." Wang Fu slightly cupped his hands.
"Oh? You entered the sect two days ago, why are you only reporting today?" Feng Dafu stroked his greasy chin and sized up Wang Fu again.
"This..." Wang Fu pondered.
Seeing this, Feng Dafu continued to ask, "Do you know who the person who just sent you here was?"
"The person who sent me?" Wang Fu was startled, then immediately understood that this fatty in front of him was also judging people by their appearance. Wang Fu didn't mind borrowing the tiger's skin. "Oh, you mean Senior Brother Zhao."
"Which Senior Brother Zhao?" Feng Dafu quickly asked.
"Zhao Zelin, Senior Brother Zhao. He sent me over early this morning." Wang Fu felt somewhat amused seeing the fatty so excited, but he wasn't lying, just changing his tone as if he was very familiar with Zhao Zelin.
"Zhao Zelin, Zhao Zelin... Is it the Zhao Zelin who is Elder Sun's personal disciple?" Feng Dafu's eyes widened.
"There shouldn't be a second person with this name in Luo Yu Sect," Wang Fu said.
"I didn't expect it to be him."
Feng Dafu's aptitude was extremely poor. Being able to be a miscellaneous manager with a Qi Refinement Fifth Level cultivation was entirely due to having someone above him. He always knew some of the big and small matters in Luo Yu Sect. He knew more or less which disciples had what talents and which disciples were taken as personal disciples by Elders.
He had long remembered a genius with extraordinary talent like Zhao Zelin. The people above him didn't want to offend him casually, let alone Feng Dafu. This kid came to report two days after entering the sect, which probably meant he was with Zhao Zelin. To say they had no relationship, no one would believe it. So what if he was a miscellaneous disciple? As long as he had this connection, even if his aptitude wasn't good, he could still get a good job in Luo Yu Sect in the future.
"Heh heh..." Feng Dafu forced a smile and led Wang Fu towards the courtyard. "Junior Brother is new here. I'll take you to register first and receive your miscellaneous disciple items."
"Then I'll trouble Senior Brother." Wang Fu's mind was sharp. He knew he had successfully borrowed the tiger's skin. As for whether he would be exposed later, who cared about that? He would deal with the present first.
Feng Dafu led Wang Fu into the house, introducing Xiao Dong Peak to Wang Fu along the way.
It turned out that Luo Yu Sect had a total of four miscellaneous mountain peaks, not far from each other. They were all for supplying various resources to the formal disciples of the sect. They either cultivated spiritual plants and spiritual rice, or raised spiritual chickens, spiritual ducks, spiritual pigs, and other edible spiritual birds and beasts, or produced spiritual food for spiritual beasts and spiritual insects, or cultivated and guarded low-year spiritual herbs and spiritual medicines, etc.
In short, the task of the miscellaneous peaks was to serve the formal disciples of the sect.
The tasks on the miscellaneous peaks, big and small, some were easy, some were difficult. As for how they were assigned, it was all up to the manager's arrangement, and the power was considerable.
After hearing all this, Wang Fu felt fortunate that he had borrowed the tiger's skin. Otherwise, this fatty would definitely assign him extremely difficult tasks. But now, it shouldn't be bad.