For example, the guards of Yunxi District, the disciples patrolling the streets at this moment, and the clerks of the Herb Pavilion.
Of course, with good luck, one could even become a Spirit Rice farmer...
Such errands are hard to compare with the leisurely and generous tasks in the Spiritual Medicine Garden.
"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Wang is right."
Witnessing this, a group of disciples breathed a sigh of relief; after all, they were sect disciples.
Moreover, most of them were young female cultivators—since the path of Spirit Plant Cultivation already had more female cultivators, it was truly difficult to put down their dignity to plead for mercy.
But as cultivators, they still valued their future prospects.
Therefore, when a friend from the Herb Pavilion secretly informed them that Chen Ye was in the Herb Pavilion, they hurried over as well.
Seeing Wang Hao pleading, they immediately echoed him.
All of a sudden, it was noisy, and Chen Ye only felt a headache.
The Lin Jin in his arms, that always obedient little head, shrank further into his embrace.
"Steward Chen."
Seeing Chen Ye remain silent, Wang Hao thought he had concerns and with a "thud," knelt to the ground, grabbing Chen Ye’s thigh, crying with snot and tears,
"Steward, please be magnanimous, and give us one more chance! We are willing to return to Lisong Valley and serve you loyally, even unto death!"
His kneeling and crying suddenly drew more looks from the surrounding cultivators.
Chen Ye frowned slightly.
He wasn’t afraid of being watched, but this pulling and tugging was undignified.
"Arrogant before, humble now, what does this mean? Back then, you were the most jubilant, and today, you come to plead..."
An explosion of spiritual power from Chen Ye’s body made Wang Hao stagger.
To appease Chen Ye, Wang Hao rolled a few times on the ground before comically getting up: "Steward, I beg you, please don’t hold a grudge against a fool like me...My heart was clouded back then..."
"Indeed...I must say, it was Senior Brother Wang who led the call, what’s it to do with us..." a female disciple whispered.
So angry that Wang Hao’s face alternated between red and white, yet he didn’t dare to explode, only looked at Chen Ye ingratiatingly.
But Chen Ye didn’t have the patience to bicker with him anymore. He shot a cold glance at this group of former subordinates with varying expressions, his voice icy:
"Lisong Valley doesn’t lack manpower now. If you are sincere, then wait until this matter blows over and request a transfer according to sect rules."
With that said, he no longer paid attention to these disciples whose faces were ashen, holding the exceedingly quiet girl in his arms as he melted into the chaotic night.
Behind him, as Chen Ye’s figure thoroughly disappeared at the street corner, those disciples finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
"It’s all your fault!"
The thinnest-skinned female disciple was the first to erupt, her face flushing as she pointed at the still stunned Wang Hao and rebuked him angrily,
"You said Steward Chen was merciful, and would surely change his mind! Now look, not only did we gain nothing, but we’ve also lost face in front of so many people!"
"Exactly! Look at his demeanor, clearly he doesn’t even see us!"
Another female disciple chimed in, her tone resentful,
"It was truly blind of me to listen to your rubbish and leave Lisong Valley back then! Now it’s blind again to listen to you plead! Heh, we called you the Senior Brother of Lisong Valley, but this is how you repay us?"
"I... I did it for everyone’s good!"
Under the criticism of the crowd, Wang Hao’s face turned ashen, defensively retorting,
"Who would’ve thought Wei Cheng would die just like that! Otherwise... how could we have ended up this way... And you, putting all the blame on me?"
However, by this time, not only these female disciples, but even his former lackeys were displaying signs of discontent.
How could he, with only a single tongue, combat seven mouths?
Just as Wang Hao was feeling heartbroken, a sudden message arrived through Divine Sense:
"Tomorrow, Wang Hao can return to Lisong Valley. At that time, await orders in the Outer Valley. Only you alone."
It’s Steward Chen!
This... this is a message through Divine Sense?!
Wang Hao’s body abruptly froze, as if struck by lightning, stood there dumbfounded.
His face, which had turned alternately blue and white, suddenly flushed with color, his mind dizzy.
Steward Chen... he... he actually agreed?!
And he only let him return alone?!
This sudden turn of events left Wang Hao’s mind blank.
In an instant, all the accusations, all the resentment, all the disdain, froze solidly.
"How... how could it be? Weren’t you the one who led the noise back then?" someone nearly shrieked.
"Indeed."
Wang Hao looked at their nearly twisted faces, with an expression on his face that changed from initial shock to one of equally twisted pride.
He got up from the ground, dusted off the dirt from his body, and looked complacently at these junior sisters who had just been pointing fingers at him.
"Perhaps..."
He mimicked Chen Ye’s tone from just now, speaking slowly,
"Steward Chen just happens to like me this way? Fellow junior sisters, it seems in the future, you might only be able to plant Spirit Rice, or... become a clerk. For the rest of your lives, you might never enter the Inner Sect! Hahaha!"
With that said, he felt immensely satisfied, straightened his clothes, stood tall, and walked away in big strides.
"Wait, Senior Brother Wang... you and I are both disciples of Lisong Valley, help us and plead again... We didn’t mean it earlier."
From behind, finally, a female disciple realized, with a sobbing plea, chasing after him.
Wang Hao snorted coldly, directly activating his movement technique to leave.
Originally being the Senior Brother of Lisong Valley, with cultivation at the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer—how could these disciples catch up?
...
Chen Ye’s actions were merely a casual gesture.
Though Wang Hao was shameless, and often opposed him in the past.
But to some extent, he was still considered a useful talent.