Chapter Eleven Zhang Hu

  Today's first update! There will be another one at noon.

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  "Desert Fox?" Wang Lin was taken aback, the first person he thought of was the young man in yellow who had mocked him before, and he felt that he fit this title quite well, but he didn't know if the other party was referring to him or not.

  "Huh? Didn't you see him? It's that guy in charge of arranging the tasks for the registered disciples, he's also a registered disciple but has already qualified to practice immortal techniques. He wears yellow robes and looks like a scoundrel at first glance, we secretly call him Wolf Cub." Zhang Hu explained with gritted teeth after taking a sip of water.

  Wang Lin ate a sweet potato and said, "I know who you're talking about now. I saw him today and he told me that starting tomorrow, I have to carry ten buckets of water every day, or else I won't get any food."

  Zhang Hu stared blankly and gazed at Wang Lin for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Brother, did you have a feud with him in the past?"

  Wang Lin shook his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

  Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a pitiful gaze and asked, "Wang Lin, do you think the large vat for storing water is as small as the one we use at home?" As he spoke, he also used his hand to gesture.

  Wang Lin felt a bad premonition rising in his heart and nodded slightly.

  Zhang Hu sighed and said, "You must have offended the yellow mouse. The big jar he mentioned is about the same size as this room, with ten jars of water... Wang Lin, I don't want these sweet potatoes anymore, you can keep them. You're new here, and all the places in the mountains where wild fruits are produced have been occupied by others. Only old people can go pick a few, so I'll just eat my wild fruit tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he put the remaining sweet potatoes on the table, sighed, and lay back down to sleep.

  A wisp of evil fire rose in Wang Lin's heart, he gritted his teeth, thinking of the hopeful eyes of his parents, and forcibly suppressed the anger, holding back a bellyful of air as he fell asleep on the bed.

  On the second day, before dawn broke, he got out of bed. Zhang Hu was still snoring, Wang Lin changed into a grey robe and hurried to the storage room. As soon as he arrived, the sun gradually rose from the east. The young man in yellow pushed open the door, looked at Wang Lin with a slanted gaze, and said in a strange tone: "You're punctual, go get the water bucket, exit through the east gate, there's a spring in the mountains, go fetch water."

  After finishing speaking, he ignored Wang Lin and sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly inhaling and exhaling towards the sunrise. A faint white mist emerged from his nostrils, like two white dragons rolling about.

  Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of envy, he walked into the room and looked around, finally spotting the ten large water tanks behind a door. He let out a bitter laugh, picked up two buckets and headed towards the east gate.

  After walking a long way, I finally arrived at the spring mentioned by the other party. The scenery here is quite beautiful, with the sound of water gurgling and resonating, like the heavenly music that fills people's hearts.

  Wang Lin had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, filled up the water bucket and hurriedly picked it up and headed towards the mountain.

  It wasn't until dusk that he finally filled a bucket, and if it weren't for the sweet potatoes at noon to fill his stomach, he wouldn't have had the strength to do the rest of the work. Nevertheless, his legs and arms are now numb and painful with just a little effort.

  He hesitated for a moment, carrying half a bucket of water to a deserted place. After cautiously observing the surroundings and making sure no one was around, he took out the stone bead from his pocket and put it in the bucket, stirring it for a while. After a short time, he fished out the bead, collected it, and drank the water from the bucket. Suddenly, a warm feeling emerged in his stomach, and the soreness of his muscles slowly dissipated.

  Although the effect was not as good as dew, Wang Lin was extremely excited. He touched the position of the stone beads in his chest and decided once again that he must not let anyone know that he had this treasure!

  After drinking half a bucket of water, his muscles no longer ached and he felt refreshed, immediately continuing to carry water.

  That day, he filled up a jar and a half, and after drinking half a bucket of spring water soaked with mysterious pearls, in order to avoid suspicion, he put on a tired look and returned to his residence.

  Before long, Zhang Hu came back, his face still showing signs of exhaustion. The two exchanged a few words, and after hesitating for half a day, Zhang Hu asked for two sweet potatoes in a stuttering manner, and after eating them, he fell onto the bed and slept soundly.

  Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had been at Heng Yue Sect for a month.

  Wang Lin now knew that Zhang Hu's job was to chop firewood, and he had to chop enough wood every day in order to eat. From the moment he became a registered disciple of the Hengyue Sect, he had been chopping firewood for three years. Three years ago, he could only eat one meal every three or four days, relying on drinking water to fill his stomach. Now, he had shortened the time, and he could eat a meal in just two days.

  According to him, a registered disciple must do miscellaneous chores for ten years and reach the point where he can't even pull down three meals a day. Only when both requirements are met at the same time can some basic immortal methods be imparted.

  Inner disciples are different from them, they have their own masters, don't need to do any chores, and each has a separate room. Their main job is to cultivate.

  Apart from this, there is another kind of person, between the inner door disciples and the registered disciples, that is, becoming someone's child like Wang Hao. In fact, what is called a child is simply a servant.

  These people don't need to do chores, and they can also cultivate some low-level immortal methods. They only need to complete the tasks assigned by their masters, but this kind of person usually has average talent and will not have a great future in life, and can only be a servant for a lifetime.

  What is known as innate talent, Wang Lin also roughly understood from Zhang Hu, simply put, innate talent refers to the spiritual root, and everyone's body has more or less of it. However, the key is quantity, with an abundance of spiritual roots, the same immortal technique can be cultivated in a year, whereas those lacking spiritual roots may need ten years, or even a hundred years.

  Human life is limited, and those with mediocre talent often have little development throughout their lives. This is also why the cultivation sects prioritize spiritual roots when accepting disciples.

  This month, Wang Lin drank a lot of spring water infused with mysterious pearls every day when he carried water, his body became more and more robust, as if he had endless strength, from the initial six days to fill ten jars of water, to now only need three days to achieve.

  However, in order not to arouse suspicion, he got up every day before the sun rose, slowly carrying a water bucket on the mountain path. In this way, although others were amazed that he could complete his work in just three days, they mostly attributed it to his diligence and hard work from dawn till dusk.