The Outer Sect Disciple Quarters of the Dao Sect.
Evening.
Ye Ling, clad in simple cloth, entered the residence and saw a gaunt, middle-aged man with an arrogant demeanor berating a group of outer sect disciples.
"You useless gluttons, you can't even do the most basic chores properly!"
"A whole day has passed, and the firewood in the kitchen is only half-stacked, the water缸 is not full, and the inner sect disciples' clothes are not all washed! Day in and day out, how can the sect afford to keep a bunch of pigs like you?"
"Tonight, none of you are allowed to eat, and you're not allowed to sleep until the work is done!"
A thin young man, somewhat defiant, protested to the middle-aged man, "Supervisor, we disciples have only cultivated the most basic mind techniques, but the tasks you assign are impossible for even inner sect disciples to complete in a single day. How can we possibly finish them?"
The entire Dao Sect had tens of thousands of disciples, thirty-six peaks, over a thousand medicinal fields, and more than five thousand buildings...
And all the manual labor in the Dao Sect had to be done by outer sect disciples!
Most outer sect disciples had low cultivation levels. Just climbing the mountain consumed more than half their time. Coupled with the heavy tasks assigned by the supervisor, it was virtually impossible for outer sect disciples to complete their daily assignments!
In other words, whether they could eat or sleep depended entirely on the supervisor's mood!
And today, the supervisor's mood was clearly not good.
"Still talking back?"
The middle-aged man glared at the young man, then instantly appeared before him, slapped him hard, and roared, "Let me tell you, in this outer sect, I am the sky! The tasks I assign you are all meticulously calculated, and if you work hard, you can definitely finish them!"
"If you can't do it, then get lost!"
The young man, covering his swollen face, glared at the middle-aged man and declared, "We came here to seek immortality, not to be your slaves!"
"Still talking back!"
The middle-aged man roared, kicked the young man hard in the stomach, sending him flying. The other outer sect disciples dared not make a sound, lowering their heads, none of them speaking up for the young man.
This young man was a new outer sect disciple and didn't know the rules. As for the outer sect disciples who had been there for years, even decades, they had all been beaten by the supervisor before and had learned to be obedient.
Those who were not accepted as inner sect disciples upon entering the sect were generally those with mediocre cultivation talent but still possessed some spiritual roots.
They could cultivate some simple mind techniques, prolong their lives, and serve as long-term laborers for the sect.
The elders paid no attention to their lives or deaths. Even if an outer sect disciple was beaten to death by the supervisor, no one would inquire.
Therefore, under prolonged oppression, the supervisors became increasingly arrogant, and the outer sect disciples could only work like livestock, not daring to resist.
They lacked sufficient cultivation, and couldn't even descend the mountain!
The young man spat blood from the kick, but he remained stubborn. Holding his stomach, he struggled to stand up and cursed Zhu Yong, "Zhu Yong, you don't deserve to be a supervisor at all!"
"Oh! Got some backbone! But today, I want to see how long you can keep it up!"
Zhu Yong sneered, instantly reappearing before the young man, grabbing the young man's head with one hand, and smashing it hard against the door outside!
Bang!!!
The young man crashed heavily against the door next to Ye Ling, shattering it!
"This door will be deducted from your monthly wages!"
Zhu Yong said with a cold smile, then looked at Ye Ling beside the young man and ordered, "Hey! Newcomer, help that guy up."
"Are you talking to me?" Ye Ling pointed to himself and asked Zhu Yong.
"Who else if not you?" Zhu Yong said impatiently, "Hurry up and help him up!"
Ye Ling chuckled, "Why should I listen to you?"
"Because I'm the supervisor!" Zhu Yong glared at Ye Ling, "What's going on with the chores now? Each and every one of you has gotten too big for your boots!"
"I think you, kid, also need a good lesson!"
Zhu Yong stomped his foot and charged at Ye Ling with extreme speed, raising his hand to slap Ye Ling!
However, before Zhu Yong's hand could land, his head was grabbed by Ye Ling, and he was lifted into the air.
"Supervisor?"
The expressions of all the chore disciples changed drastically when they saw Zhu Yong being grabbed by Ye Ling!
Zhu Yong was an elite disciple of the inner sect, with Heaven Palace realm cultivation. He was someone that outer sect disciples could not possibly contend with!
How could a mere outer sect disciple grab Zhu Yong?
"You scoundrel! How dare you lay hands on me? Are you seeking death? Let me down quickly!" Zhu Yong thrashed wildly in mid-air, cursing Ye Ling!
He had been the supervisor of the outer sect disciples for decades, and never had an outer sect disciple dared to treat him like this!
"So noisy, it's better to be quiet." Ye Ling said indifferently, then tightened his grip slightly!
Bang!!!
The next moment, Zhu Yong's head exploded like a watermelon, and blood splattered everywhere!
The outer sect disciples present stared blankly at Zhu Yong's headless corpse collapsing to the ground, their minds a complete blank.
Zhu Yong... was dead?
Everything that had just happened was too fast. The outer sect disciples hadn't even figured out what was going on!
An outer sect disciple had killed a supervisor within the Dao Sect!
Such a thing was unimaginable before it happened!
Ye Ling paid no attention to Zhu Yong, whom he had just killed. He used his spiritual energy to burn the blood from his palm, then asked the stunned outer sect disciples, "Was that the supervisor I just killed?"
The disciples nodded subconsciously.
"Alright, from today onwards, I am your supervisor. My surname is Wang, my given name is Li Ren. You can call me Supervisor Wang."
Ye Ling chuckled, stepped over Zhu Yong's corpse, and walked towards the disciples, asking, "By the way, where is Zhu Yong's room?"
"W-wait..." At this moment, the thin young man, heavily injured by Zhu Yong, stood up and called out to Ye Ling.
Ye Ling turned to look at the young man and asked with a smile, "Young man, do you have any questions?"
The young man glanced at Zhu Yong's headless corpse, then asked Ye Ling, "Zhu Yong is an inner sect disciple. If you kill him, Zhu Yong's master will surely not let you go. You... aren't you going to escape?"
"Escape?" Ye Ling smiled slightly, "Why should I escape? I just killed an ant, the sect won't care."
"An ant..." The young man swallowed, his eyes shining as he looked at Ye Ling, his hands trembling slightly.
He had been lost before, but Ye Ling's appearance gave him direction.
Ye Ling's arrogance and rebelliousness were what he had pursued since joining the Dao Sect!
And now... perhaps it was his opportunity!
With this thought, the young man mustered his courage. In front of all the outer sect disciples, he knelt directly before Ye Ling, kowtowed three times, and said loudly, "Wang... Supervisor Wang, this junior Yun Nian, requests you to take me as your disciple!"
Ye Ling looked at the kneeling young man, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, his lips curling slightly.
"Although your bone structure is poor and your talent is mediocre... I can't leave the Dao Sect anytime soon, and I'm quite bored..."
"Creating a template of a nobody's rise to prominence seems rather interesting."
With this thought, Ye Ling asked Yun Nian with a smile, "Yun Nian, do you want to be the protagonist?"