The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Because the task requirements were detailed on the second page.

“Task one: Help Old Master Wang chop down a thousand trees, completing the forestry task for this month.”

“Task two: Help Granny Wu carry manure water to sprinkle on the vegetables (Note: Granny Wu’s vegetable field is thirty acres, one of the three major vegetable production areas in Whitefloat City. This task must be completed, otherwise, we’ll have no vegetables to eat later).”

Li Mo Huang could tolerate the first task.

Chopping wood is easy, ah!

As a cultivator, a single sword swing would fell dozens, even a hundred trees, with almost no difficulty.

But what the hell is carrying manure water?

Are you kidding me?

“Could it be that Ye Feng knows I’m undercover, and is purposely making things difficult for me?”

“That’s not right!”

“Ye Feng has never seen me, and this is my first time leaving the Sect. No one in the outside world knows my identity, so it couldn’t have been exposed.”

“Besides, I’m of Middle Grade root bone, a talent by nature. He wouldn’t purposefully make things difficult for me—it must be to temper my patience.”

“Very well, I, Xiao Li Zi… Bah, I, Li Mo Huang, will definitely complete the task seriously and impress Ye Feng, smoothly infiltrating the inner circle and hopefully even sneak into the Scripture Pavilion to steal a few high-level spells.”

“Heh, my plan really is flawless; no wonder people have always praised me for being smart since I was a child.”

Li Mo Huang put away the small book and spoke about his Sect task to Old Master Wang and Granny Wu.

“So it’s a task arranged by Sect Master Ye for Immortal Master Li. Since that’s the case, we, of course, accept.”

“Immortal Master Li, please come with this old man to chop wood.”

Old Master Wang led Li Mo Huang to the logging site first.

A few miles away.

The densely wooded logging site.

Old Master Wang pointed to the area and said, “Immortal Master Li, our task is to chop down a thousand straight trees as thick as water barrels in this mountain forest.”

“Isn’t that easy?”

Li Mo Huang smiled, drew his Spirit Sword, scanned the area, and immediately found his targets.

Clang!

The Spirit Sword flew, and five large trees were chopped down at their roots, crashing to the ground.

Li Mo Huang continued to chop.

His speed was fast; with a single sword strike, he could chop several trees. Sometimes, he even managed to fell more than a dozen.

“My, my, as expected of an Immortal Master, truly impressive!”

Old Master Wang rubbed his bald head, his eyes shining, clutching his smoking pipe, “I also want to cultivate. Once I have some success, coming back to chop wood will be wonderful, won’t it?”

Less than an hour later.

Two-thirds of the trees that met the requirements on this barren hill had been chopped down, and the task of a thousand trees was considered complete.

“All right, I’m going back first.”

Li Mo Huang sheathed his sword, ready to take off.

“Immortal Master Li, don’t rush.”

“Is there anything else?”

“The logging task is divided into three steps: chopping, rough processing, and transporting. We’ve only just finished the first step!”

Hearing Old Master Wang’s explanation, Li Mo Huang was so angry he could smoke through his nostrils.

“How can chopping trees be so troublesome?”

Li Mo Huang really wanted to run away immediately.

But he thought, isn’t this the task?

So, he could only sigh and ask Old Master Wang, “How do we handle the rough processing?”

“This batch of timber is needed by a wealthy individual in the southern part of Whitefloat City to renovate his mansion’s main materials, and each log must be kept to nine feet in length.”

“Oh!”

Li Mo Huang drew his sword again and, using the Sword Control Technique, propelled his Spirit Sword, whooshing out, circling around the trees, chopping off the excess branches and at the same time splitting a twelve-foot tree into two nine-foot logs.

“Such speed, Immortal Master Li is mighty!”

Old Master Wang exclaimed in admiration.

Li Mo Huang truly wanted to cleave him with a sword.

But on second thought, since this was a task assigned by Ye Feng, if he were to cut down Old Master Wang, he’d surely be punished.

Then, the task for the Demon Sect would also be screwed.

“I’ll endure it!”

Li Mo Huang silently chanted these two words and continued to work.

Two hours later.

“Immortal Master Li, after the timber is roughly processed, just move it down the hill and pile it up. Once they’ve been left to dry, this old man will find someone to transport them away,” said Old Master Wang.

“Damn it, I still have to move them down the hill?”

Li Mo Huang was gritting his teeth in anger.

“I’ll endure it!”

He sheathed his sword, cast the First Grade Spell “Giant Strength,” and rushed down the hill carrying dozens of logs at a time.

By the time Li Mo Huang finished the logging task, dusk had arrived.

“Damn it, a whole day has gone by!”

Li Mo Huang left the logging site and slipped into a dense forest, pulled out a Messenger Paper Crane, and threw it out.

Half an incense stick later.

The Great Elder of the Divine Wind Sword Sect, who had been loitering nearby, received the Messenger Paper Crane.

“Sect Master, I have already infiltrated the Misty Sect and am currently executing the bizarre task entrusted by Ye Feng. Once I complete it perfectly, I will surely gain recognition.”

These were Li Mo Huang’s original words.

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder of the Divine Wind Sword Sect silently nodded.

“As expected of Li Mo Huang, this child has been clever since he was young. With him handling matters, I am quite at ease.”

The Great Elder nodded contentedly, maneuvered his flying light to return to the Divine Wind Sword Sect, ready to arrange other matters.

The sun set in the west.

Li Mo Huang found Granny Wu.

“Immortal Master Li, it’s so late already. Can’t the task of carrying manure water to water the vegetables wait until tomorrow?”

“That suits me well!”

Decisively, Li Mo Huang turned and headed towards Misty Peak, only to discover that he was blocked by an invisible force in front of the Summoning Bell, unable to climb the mountain.

“Damn it, the Sect Protection Array has blocked me!”

With no other choice, Li Mo Huang struck the Summoning Bell.

Before long, Fox Da Hong hopped spiritedly to the foot of the mountain, her mouth still holding a large chicken leg.

“It’s you, huh? What’s the matter?”

“I want to return to the Sect to rest for the night and continue with my tasks tomorrow.”

Li Mo Huang said so.

He decided that tonight, he would pretend to get lost and then break into all sorts of wondrous treasures within the Misty Sect to obtain more important information.

“The Sect Leader has said that only after completing two tasks can you return to the Sect.”

Having said that, Fox Da Hong scampered to the top of the peak.

Li Mo Huang was petrified in place.

A moment later, he walked to a secluded spot, his complexion gradually turning ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

“Ye Feng, damn you!”

He was very angry, heading toward Lin Village.

Granny Wu was having dinner. When she heard Li Mo Huang say that he wanted to carry manure and water vegetables, she was so shocked that her chopsticks dropped to the ground.

“Immortal Master Li, is there really a need for such hardship?”

“It’s the Sect Leader’s command.”

Li Mo Huang clenched his fists tightly in secret.

“Then trouble Immortal Master Li to follow me to the vegetable field in the southeast part of the city.” Granny Wu, leaning on her walking stick and accompanied by several young people, led the way for Li Mo Huang.

Along the way, it was pitch-dark.

Li Mo Huang was furious, wanting to draw his sword and slay the people around him.

“Granny, you live at the base of the mountain, you must have seen the Sect Leader, right?” Li Mo Huang asked with a somber tone.

The Spirit Sword in his hand slowly unsheathed three inches.

“Of course, I know him. In the past, Sect Master Ye even helped our village slay demons; everyone in the village knows him,” Granny Wu said with a chuckle.

The sword in Li Mo Huang’s hands was promptly sheathed again.

“Damn it! These people actually know Ye Feng. It seems I can’t resort to killing, or else I’ll just invite more trouble.”

Li Mo Huang admitted to himself that his mood was very foul.

He suddenly wanted to write a diary entry.

To vent all of today’s grievances and anger onto paper.

Several miles away.

Granny Wu pointed to the expanse of vegetables spanning several ten acres and then to a large manure pit not far away, saying, “That’s the manure pit there. Everything in it comes from Whitefloat City and is used specifically for watering the vegetables.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Immortal Master Li.”

Granny Wu, supported by several young people, headed back to Xiao Lin Village.

Under the shadow of the trees.

Li Mo Huang stood upright.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting a fragmented pale glow on his face, as chilling as his gaze.

“Carrying manure, I’m carrying your damn!”

Li Mo Huang kicked a tree to pieces and then proceeded to carry manure.

The smell was foul.

Although he could utilize Spiritual Energy to shield himself from the stench, because he didn’t know how to carry manure properly, the manure water often spilled, soaking into the ground and then onto his footsteps.

The feeling, it was exhilarating!

Not long after, he was covered in a stench.

As for the vegetable field, so far only one-tenth had been watered.

Looking up at the white moonlight in the sky, Li Mo Huang let out a shrill scream.

“As a genius at the Peak of Qi Refinement, you’re making me carry manure?”

After his roar, he continued to carry manure.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng lay leisurely in a recliner, watching every move of Li Mo Huang through the Heaven-Asking Mirror, uttering a “gei gei gei” laugh.

“Xiao Li Zi, you shun good endeavors to sneak here as a spy. I’ll make sure you lie in manure!”