Chapter Fifteen: Win!

  The next day, Wang Fei suddenly opened his eyes, and due to the long-term consumption of spiritual energy from escaping, he fully recovered. He didn't stay for a moment, immediately found the direction, turned around and went back.

  All the way, Wang Fei did not dare to stay for a long time, lest he would cause more trouble. Because the valley was close to the interior of the forest, and yesterday's desperate run, it was quite far from the entrance. After walking for half a day, there was still no exit in sight. Fortunately, Wang Fei had a map on him, otherwise, it would have been really frustrating.

  Then, following the map, Wang Fei continued to move forward...

  Dong——dong——dong——

  The melodious sound of the bell and drum rises, a crimson sunset hangs in the celestial river, changing into various shapes, reflecting the mountains, forests and valleys below, looking exceptionally serene.

  However, at this moment, the Rain Bamboo Forest is welcoming a peak of the day. The formal disciples of the Five Pavilions have returned from their trial in the forest.

  Outside the entire forest, noisy and chaotic, people were bustling about. After a rough count, it was discovered that the original team of over 200 people had suddenly shrunk by a large margin, with only over 100 people making it out alive, and several others being carried out by their comrades.

  Of course, among these deceased disciples, there were also a few who were miscellaneous disciples who went to release the Musk Fragrance. These disciples often accidentally encountered ferocious beasts while releasing the Musk Fragrance in the forest and fell victim to them.

  The surviving disciples came out and returned to their respective teams, handing over the beasts and spiritual medicines they had hunted that day.

  Among these people, some were lucky enough to hunt down decent wild beasts and obtain a good amount of spiritual medicine, with impressive results. Of course, there were also those who returned empty-handed, injured, and even more unfortunate ones who were torn apart by ferocious high-level beasts, ending up as food in their stomachs.

  After all, the distribution of spiritual medicine in the forest is uneven, and what kind of demon beast you encounter depends on your personal luck.

  Yao Shu and four other high-ranking disciples stood in their respective positions, counting the number of survivors and spoils of war.

  Looking at the spoils of war brought back by her disciples, Yao Shu's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she was extremely tense in her heart. From the number of people who had been counted and the spoils of war, it could be seen that their side was at a disadvantage. Fifty disciples had died, nearly half of them, and as for the spoils of war, there were only three first-class lower-grade demon beasts, five ordinary beasts, and twenty to thirty stalks of several decades-old spiritual medicine.

  In contrast, the Northern Pavilion's Shao Chongyang and his group were overjoyed, with only a quarter of their hundred disciples dead. Moreover, they had obtained a first-grade mid-tier demon beast and two hundred-year-old spiritual herbs.

  Just these alone would be enough to surpass them, let alone the remaining items.

  As for the Southern and Western Pavilions, their situation is slightly better than that of the Central and Dan Pavilions. They have four or five first-grade lower-level demon beasts, twenty to thirty stalks of fifty to sixty-year-old spiritual medicine, and one or two stalks of hundred-year-old spiritual medicine, which can be considered passable.

  Looking at the pleasing harvest in his hands, Shao Chongyang was naturally very satisfied. He saw him fanning himself with a fan, looking at Yao Shu's pale face with a complacent expression. It seemed that giving low-grade symbols to his strong and handsome disciples before and letting them plunder the lone Dan Pavilion cultivators was indeed the right approach.

  "Yao Shu, your Dan Ge really can't handle it! Hehe!" Shao Chongyang chuckled and said with a smile, "Tonight, you must accompany me well and chat with me for a night!"

  "Shao Chongyang, don't be so smug, wait until all the disciples return before you gloat!" Yao Shu said coldly.

  "Are all the disciples back?" Shao Chongyang seemed to have heard a huge joke, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a helpless expression, "You also saw it, these disciples, when the horn sounded, those who could come back did, and those who couldn't... most of them became beasts' food. What, does Sister Mo think there will be a miracle?"

  Shao Chongyang dared to be so fearless because he believed that the situation was already set in stone and Yao Shu had no chance of turning things around.

  "Shao Chongyang, you..." Yao Shu glared at him with a mixture of anger and frustration, feeling that he had somehow manipulated her into spending the whole night discussing Daoist theories with ulterior motives.

  "Hehe, Sister Yao Shu, looking at the sky, it's getting late, let's head back, this place isn't very peaceful at night."

  As he spoke, Shao Chongyang beckoned to his subordinates behind him, indicating that they could pack up and head back.

  Yao Shu was extremely reluctant, but she had no choice. After all, in front of so many junior brothers and sisters, she couldn't just break her promise. So Yao Shu sullenly decided to go back, but just then, someone suddenly shouted: "Look quickly, there's still someone who hasn't come out."

  As soon as the sound rang out, those disciples who were collecting things immediately put down their work and looked towards the forest. At a glance, they found that in plot No. 1, a thin figure slowly walked out.

  This figure, in the afterglow of sunset, stretched into a long line, and as he gradually approached, his silhouette became increasingly clear.

  When he finally emerged from the gloomy forest, most of his disciples looked at him in astonishment, especially Yao Shu, whose face was filled with incredulity.

  This man is Wang Fei.

  Wang Fei's clothes were tattered all over, and he held a large pile of soft and colorful spiritual medicine in his hands, emitting waves of fragrance that soothed the heart.

  It's clear that the spiritual medicine in Wang Fei's hand is not ordinary spiritual medicine, but rather precious medicinal materials that are hundreds of years old.

  Yao Shu recognized Wang Fei at a glance, staring at the spiritual medicine in his hand as if in a dream. The disciples beside her were even more stunned, looking at Wang Fei as if they were seeing a monster.

  "Good job, you did well!"

  After the shock, Yao Shu was overjoyed and couldn't believe that this disciple had brought her such a big surprise. She couldn't help but feel even more affectionate towards Wang Fei, and she repeatedly praised him.

  "Heavens, so many centuries-old spiritual herbs, and there are over twenty stalks...!"

  The other disciples were speechless.

  Of course, the most depressing thing is Shao Chongyang. Seeing that he has won and his goal has been achieved, a small and insignificant person suddenly appears and ruins all his plans, which is really unbearable.

  "Nonsense!" Shao Chongyang was furious, taking a step forward and grabbing Wang Fei's clothes, his voice cold as he asked, "Tell me, where did you get these spiritual medicines from? Why couldn't anyone else find them, but you did?"

  "Shao Chongyang, what are you doing? Are you trying to bully the weak with your strength?"

  Yao Shu saw that Shao Chongyang was actually intimidating Wang Fei, her face sank, and she stepped forward, pushing away Shao Chongyang's hand, shielding Wang Fei behind her. "Shao Chongyang, as a prestigious Zhenzong disciple, can't you even afford to lose a small Lingjing?"

  "Hmph, I'm not one to lose easily. It's just that this person is strange, and the other disciples can't find the spiritual medicine, why did he stumble upon it?" Shao Chongyang stood up with his hands behind his back, turning his head away in disdain.

  Yao Shu listened to his words, her gaze slightly shifting, understanding that this person was mostly suspicious of their Dan Pavilion's deceit. She couldn't help but sneer inwardly - if they wanted to cheat, why wait until now? It was actually the Northern Pavilion's previous prosperity that was a bit strange.

  So, Yao Shu said without hesitation: "This can only be said that he is lucky. Moreover, as a disciple of the Instrument Pavilion, you are bullying a miscellaneous role disciple like this. If it gets out... Hehe!"

  Sha Chongyang was momentarily at a loss, let out a cold hum, his face turned purple with rage, and he glared coldly at Yao Shu and Wang Fei before tossing out the betting chips and spirit crystals, then turned to leave.

  Looking at the departing Shao Chongyang, Yao Shu revealed a relieved smile, but Wang Fei felt uneasy, as if the other's glance earlier had contained a hint of murderous intent.

  After that, Yueyin and others congratulated Yaoshu and left. In the blink of an eye, only the disciples of Dan Pavilion were left.

  Yao Shu turned around and looked up and down at Wang Fei, a hint of appreciation in her eyes. "What's your name?"

  "Wang Fei." Wang Fei's expression was natural and he replied respectfully.

  Yao Shu nodded slightly, very satisfied, and took out a jade token from her sleeve. She flicked it to Wang Fei's feet and said: "Very good, Wang Fei, from this moment on, you are officially my disciple. Take this jade token and go report to the personnel department, then head to the Reward Hall to receive your reward."

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