A Bunch of Losers

“Big Brother Zang Yi, you, uh...”

Zang Wu looked at Zang Yi’s actions with complicated eyes, helplessly sighing.

But Zang Yi still left.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care about brotherly affection, it was just that he firmly believed in the feeling from the unknown. After all, this kind of feeling wasn’t ethereal and illusory for them cultivators.

Heaven and Earth Sect.

Yi Feng lay lazily on a lounge chair, leisurely squinting his eyes.

He wasn’t sleeping, but was intentionally and unintentionally observing these disciples.

Those riding cows were riding cows, those playing with mud were playing with mud...

Yi Feng felt more and more wrong the more he thought about these eccentric disciples.

It was just too damn wrong.

Reasonably speaking, a normal youth who joined a sect should wholeheartedly thirst for cultivation, thirst for martial arts techniques right?

So initially Yi Feng was still avoiding these disciples.

After all, if these people came to him asking for martial arts techniques, he really wouldn’t know what to do, at the very least he’d have to bluff and fool them for a while.

But, after issuing those fifty flyers recently and recruiting sixty to seventy disciples, not a single person had come to him asking about cultivation techniques, and not a single person had revealed the slightest enthusiasm for cultivation.

This wasn’t right.

Which person joining a sect didn’t want to cultivate, spending all day in the Scripture Pavilion reading novels and comics?

“I understand now.”

Suddenly, Yi Feng thought of something and slapped his thigh, abruptly sitting up.

These disciples themselves had ordinary aptitudes to begin with, and basically belonged to those who just wanted to freeload and wait to die.

So when they came here, they were all just here to freeload?

Thinking this way.

Yi Feng suddenly felt this guess was spot on.

Well damn.

These little bastards were quite ruthless indeed, turns out when they joined they hadn’t planned on cultivating at all, they all just came here to fleece him.

For a moment, even someone as wealthy as Yi Feng instantly felt offended.

“Come here.”

Yi Feng immediately yelled loudly.

“How may I serve you, Sir?”

Qing Huan Xiang respectfully asked.

“Gather all the disciples here before me.”

Yi Feng ordered solemnly.

“Yes.”

Qing Huan Xiang hurried to carry out the order, beginning to gather all the disciples.

In the Scripture Pavilion.

Zang Wu was immersed in it as if sealing demons.

Ever since he had willingly joined the Heaven and Earth Sect with compensation, he had spent all day soaking in this Scripture Pavilion.

Everything in the Scripture Pavilion astonished him.

Although he still hadn’t found a path belonging to him, it had allowed his cultivation level and other areas to skyrocket tremendously.

“Although I still haven’t found my own path yet, this vast Scripture Pavilion is bound to contain what I need.”

A bright light flashed in Zang Wu’s eyes.

He felt extremely fortunate that he had firmed his resolve back then and joined the Heaven and Earth Sect with the flyer.

Otherwise, how could he enjoy such blessings now?

“Sigh, it would be great if my four elder brothers could be here together.”

“Compared to this Heaven and Earth Sect, what is that Immortal River Chaos Monument? The Great Dao contained in just this one language textbook I’m holding is probably not something that Immortal River Chaos Monument could compare to.”

Just then, Qing Huan Xiang’s loud gong sounded from outside.

“The Sect Master has ordered all disciples to go to the Hall of Heaven and Earth to see him.”

“The Sect Master has ordered all disciples to go to the Hall of Heaven and Earth to see him.”

Hearing this sound, even those immersed in the Scripture Pavilion immediately got up. Those outside planting vegetables also put down their hoes, those riding oxen jumped down from the oxen...

Zang Wu’s eyes also lit up.

He had only seen the Sect Master once, on the day he became a disciple, and that one time had already astonished him. Today he finally had the fortune to see the Sect Master again.

Before long.

All the disciples had gathered in the square before the Hall of Heaven and Earth.

Every single one was solemn and respectful, waiting for Yi Feng’s teachings.

“How has your practice been recently?”

Yi Feng stood up and looked around at everyone, asking in a deep voice.

No one answered.

Yi Feng’s eyebrows furrowed.

Although he had never expected these people to achieve much in their practice, when each person had joined hadn’t he fooled them for a bit and laid a basic foundation?

Looking at this bunch, it seemed not a single person had taken his words to heart!

“You there, what’s your name again?”

Yi Feng randomly pointed at a disciple and yelled, “Use your strongest power and chop once for me to see.”

“Yes, Master.”

That thirty-eighth ranked disciple respectfully walked out, raised the long saber in his hand, shouted loudly, and chopped in front of him.

“Whoosh!”

A faint wind sounded in the space.

Seeing this, the many senior and junior brothers all nodded.

This chop.

Was very impressive.

To be able to stir up a wisp of wind in the space on this island, it seemed this thirty-eighth really was the saber king.

But Yi Feng still had a stony expression and didn’t speak, instead pointing at another person and yelling again, “You, come out and hit this wooden post.”

“Yes, Master.”

The twenty-ninth ranked disciple also walked out, put on a serious expression, and struck the nearby wooden post.

The wooden post slowly spun, but this disciple was already drenched in sweat, looking extremely strained.

Seeing this.

Blazing heat flashed in Zang Wu’s eyes.

He was secretly shocked that this twenty-ninth senior brother was so powerful.

This wooden post was at minimum a top-tier immortal artifact, containing the power of the Great Dao, and could even reflect back the force of strikes.

Anyway, if it were him hitting it, getting it to spin once would be pretty good already.

“Switch to another.”

Yi Feng still had an expressionless face, calling for the next person to try.

But.

The next one.

And the one after.

Another seven or eight in a row, all about the same as the twenty-ninth before.

The gloomily frowning Yi Feng finally couldn’t stand it anymore, and viciously scolded, “Useless, a bunch of useless, perfectly useless.”

Hearing this, everyone bowed their heads in shame, not daring to show the slightest disagreement.

Huh?

These were useless too?

The newly arrived Zang Wu was a bit confused.

These senior and junior brothers and sisters were clearly already so powerful, why was the Master still scolding them as useless?

But in the next moment.

He finally understood.

The exasperated Yi Feng kicked the wooden post with one foot, and the wooden post spun rapidly, then toppled over on the ground...

And fell apart.

Crack!

Zang Wu was astonished, feeling his scalp tingle.

He hadn’t expected that the first time witnessing the Master's power would be such a scene.

That wooden post which they couldn't even budge when striking, at minimum a top-tier immortal artifact, had fallen apart with the Master casually kicking it once?

No wonder.

Even though the senior and junior brothers were so strong, in the Master's eyes they were still useless.

It seemed.

I have to work harder!

Otherwise I won't even qualify as useless!

Looking at this group of disciples lowering their heads, Yi Feng felt even more irritated inside.

Not a single one had any fighting spirit.

If they had even a bit of fighting spirit, being scolded useless by him, wouldn't they argue and retort a little?

But now they silently accepted it with bowed heads.

What did this indicate?

It indicated these disciples had already reached the stage of sitting back and waiting to die, already losing any fighting spirit.

To put it bluntly, he had specifically gathered them today to test them.

And the test had also proven his thinking.

This bunch, they were just here to freeload, not even one disciple had a hint of a strong cultivator's heart.

Yi Feng now looked at these disciples with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He had originally thought that once he could cultivate, he would teach each of them a move or two, so their expectations wouldn't be in vain.

Now looking at it, teaching them was useless.

When 100 people arrived, he would insist on dismissing all these useless people.

Not keeping a single one!