Sect Missions

After seeing the mission, Jun Changxiao was speechless.

Helping the villagers of Qingyang Village clean the courtyard, pick up manure, serve vegetables, write letters … Can't the sect be more serious? Can't it be more technical?

The system said, "If the host feels that the mission is not difficult, you can pull down the mission list and change to a new one."

"Should I spend contribution points?"

"10 points."

"Then forget it."

Jun Changxiao looked at the missions again and touched his chin. "It's just sweeping the floor and picking up manure. It's not difficult at all."

"But …"

"There are so many missions. It will take a lot of time for me to do them alone."

The system reminded him, "The sect missions are done by the sect disciples. The host wants to do the main mission, side mission, hidden mission, and epic mission."

"I see."

He had his own mission, and the disciples had their own mission. The system was quite clear about the division of labor.

Jun Changxiao said, "The recommendation index at the back is one or two stars. Does it mean that the reward will be very generous after the mission is completed?"

"That's right."

The system added, "The higher the recommendation stars, the more difficult it is to complete the mission."

"Understood."

Jun Changxiao slapped the armrest and stood up. He stretched and said, "Qingyang, tell the disciples to gather at the training field. I have a mission to assign."

"Yes."

Li Qingyang received the order, but he was puzzled. "Mission?"

…

On the training field.

All the disciples were lined up neatly.

Xiao Ziji was also there. Not only did he take a shower, but he also changed into the Iron Bone Clan's iconic uniform.

This former super genius had long hair that was not tied up and was slightly fluttering behind his back. His facial features were as clear as a sculpture. He could be considered a talent.

However, after five years of experiencing the coldness and warmth of the world, there was a touch of indifference and laziness in his eyes. He did not fit in with the disciples around him.

Jun Changxiao knew that his previous words only temporarily restored his confidence in martial arts. It would take some time for him to completely pull himself together.

"Sect Master."

Li Qingyang said, "The disciples are all here."

"Cough, cough."

Jun Changxiao stood at the entrance of the main hall with his hands behind his back. He said, "You have joined the Iron Bone Clan for some time. I provided you with food, shelter, and mental cultivation methods. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied!"

All the disciples said in unison.

Not only were they satisfied with food and drinks, but they also had a powerful mental cultivation technique.

Jun Changxiao's expression suddenly turned serious. "But, I can't keep raising you all, can I?"

The disciples were stunned and looked at each other in dismay.

Lu Qianqian said lightly, "Sect Leader, if you have something to say, just say it."

This woman was still the same!

Jun Changxiao said, "Since you've become a member of the Iron Bone Clan, you have to do your best for the construction of the clan."

"We are willing to sacrifice our lives for the sect!" The disciples shouted in unison.

Jun Changxiao nodded and said, "Recently, the villagers of Qingyang Village have met with some trouble. I have decided to send you all to help them, to show the might of my Iron Bone Clan."

"Yes!"

The disciples shouted in unison.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao said, "Most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate. You can help them write letters."

"Ah?"

Li Qingyang was dumbfounded.

He was from a prestigious family, so he definitely knew how to read and write. But the task that the Sect Leader mentioned just now was for him to write letters to the villagers?

"You don't want to?"

"Of course!"

Li Qingyang said hurriedly.

"Ding!"

"Accept the Sect Mission."

"Mission Introduction: Scholar Zhao of Qingyang Village is suffering from typhoid fever. The villagers need someone to replace him. Write letters for 3 days [Incomplete]."

"Accepted disciple: Li Qingyang."

"Mission Reward: After completion, the host will receive 1 achievement point and 1 contribution point."

"There's a reward of contribution points?"

Jun Changxiao was delighted. He said, "Qingyang, Scholar Zhao of Qingyang Village is suffering from typhoid fever. You can write letters for the villagers for three days on his behalf."

"Three days?"

Li Qingyang's mouth twitched.

"Qianqian."

Jun Changxiao said, "Aunt Wang of Qingyang Village is good to me. You can help her clean the courtyard and do some housework."

Li Qingyang suddenly felt much more relaxed. Compared to Senior Sister's cleaning and housework task, he might as well write letters himself.

"I don't know."

Lu Qianqian said with a cold face.

Jun Chang said, "If you don't know, then learn."

"Can I not go?"

"You must go. This is your task, and also my order."

"Okay."

Lu Qianqian compromised.

"Ding!"

"Accept the Sect Mission."

"Mission Introduction: Aunt Wang of Qingyang Village needs someone to clean the courtyard and do the housework. 5 days [Incomplete]."

"Accepted disciple: Lu Qianqian."

"Mission Reward: After completion, the host will receive 1 achievement point and 1 contribution point."

Jun Changxiao said, "Help Aunt Wang with the housework for five days."

"Five days?"

Lu Qianqian frowned.

Jun Changxiao glanced at the disciples below the stage, and his gaze fell on Xiao Ziji. He said, "Zui Ji, Aunt Sun of Qingyang Village can't walk. You can help her pick feces and water the vegetables."

The disciples: "…"

"Okay."

Xiao Ziji responded.

When the System sent the mission notification, Jun Changxiao said, "Help Aunt Sun pick feces for five days first. Treat it as training."

The disciples were speechless again.

There were many ways to train the body, such as carrying water and firewood. Picking feces … was a bit strange.

Any disciple with a little background couldn't do the job of picking feces because it was dirty and smelly. However, Xiao Ziji didn't care and said, "Sect Master, I understand."

"Su Xiaomo."

Jun Changxiao said, "Go and help Little Egg of Qingyang Village find the lost Little Yellow."

Su Xiaomo was the third disciple after Li Qingyang.

Although he was skinny and not tall, he was smart and agile. He was definitely the most suitable person to go find things.

"Yes!"

Su Xiaomo obeyed.

After receiving the System's notification, Jun Changxiao added, "Little Yellow is a dog. It has been missing for two days. If you can't find it in the village, you can go to the mountains."

"Yes!"

…

Sect Master Jun continued to assign missions to the other disciples.

Strangely enough, the missions on the interface were all in Qingyang Village. There was only one mission with three stars, and the others were only one or two stars.

Not long after.

Jun Changxiao assigned twenty missions.

Only the missions with the recommendation index of three stars were left behind.

Killing the Earth Flame Wolf should be a bit difficult. He planned to do the simple missions first, and then let the disciples do this.

"Clap."

Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and said, "The disciples who have accepted the missions can set off. The disciples who haven't accepted the missions can continue to cultivate in the sect."

"Yes!"

The disciples replied in unison.

"Sinful Self, come to the main hall."

When the disciples left, Jun Changxiao called out to Xiao Ziji.

The two entered the main hall one after the other.

"Do you have any objections to the missions I assigned?" Jun Changxiao sat on the wooden chair and asked.

Xiao Ziji replied, "No objections."

Jun Changxiao rested his chin on his hand and said, "Although the work is a bit dirty, you must remember that when the heavens give a great responsibility to a great man, it must first make his mind suffer and his muscles and bones tired."

"This disciple will remember." Xiao Ziji said.

Jun Changxiao threw the [Yi Jin Jing] to him and said, "This is our sect's divine-grade mental cultivation technique. Take it and cultivate. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me or the other senior brothers."

"Divine-grade mental cultivation technique?" Xiao Ziji caught the secret manual. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Remember, this is our sect's unique mental cultivation technique. You must not leak it to others."

"This disciple understands!"

"Go to Qingyang Village and help Aunty Sun carry feces."

"Yes!"

When Xiao Ziji walked out of the main hall and saw the three words' Yi Jin Jing 'written on the secret manual, he couldn't remain calm and said, "Is this really a divine-grade mental cultivation technique?"