My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 631 Deed

In a certain part of the Prison Valley, three or five people gathered together, resting and chatting while leaning on their pickaxes.

"Sign a contract with the character '丁' and serve as a Dao soldier for the Thousand Machines Sect for forty years? Are you sure you can still leave the extraterrestrial star alive?" one of them asked, his face full of surprise.

"Fortune favors the bold. We auxiliary soldiers are much safer than combat soldiers. If we're careful, we can easily last forty years." The person opposite waved his hand, looking completely unconcerned.

"Just for that 40/60 split of Daoist merit?"

"Otherwise what? Choose the A-grade contract?" The person who shook his head shrugged and replied, "Ten years of service is indeed short, but ninety percent of the Dao merits will be given to the Hundred Illusions Sect. What secret techniques can the remaining ten percent be exchanged for?"

"I still think the term is too long. The thirty-year term of the C-type contract is barely acceptable."

"..."

Contract?

Years?

Taoism?

Chen Mu, who was eavesdropping from a distance, was stunned.

We still have to give 90% of the profits to the Hundred Illusions Sect?!

He turned to look at Lu Han not far away and immediately understood why the guy was so serious.

If you can't master the art of exorcising demons, you won't earn much Dao merit, and your share of the Hundred Illusions Sect will be smaller. This will really affect how much Dao merit others earn.

Can……

It's split 10/90!

We're going to become Taoist soldiers, not idol trainees from our past lives.

Even though I've transmigrated, how come I'm still destined to be exploited?

Hey!

……

As time passed, Chen Mu and the others went to Prison Valley to dig for stones every day. With increasing experience, they dug up more and more demonic stones.

That day, after three or four people had completed the task of carving out 100 jin of demonic energy stones, Chen Mu quietly sped up his pace and, not long after noon, also carved out 100 jin of demonic energy stones.

After saying goodbye to Lu Han, he carried his basket to the millstone workshop to hand in his mission, but did not return to Prison Valley.

He didn't even return to his cave. He found a secluded corner, put away his basket and pickaxe, swept the dust off his body with the Five Ghosts Black Smoke, and then walked briskly along the grooved steps on the cliff face towards the west side of the sect.

Once he reached a secluded spot, he turned and transformed into a gentle breeze, flying rapidly southwest.

Before long, a towering pillar came into view.

The base of this pillar is inserted into the Prison Valley, and its top soars into the clouds, almost level with the highest peak of the surrounding mountains of the Hundred Illusions Sect.

Its surface has scarlet, rough textures, and through the grooves of varying depths, one can vaguely see a dark red light shimmering inside.

"This is the Demon-Suppressing Needle...?"

"It's thicker than those office buildings that were hundreds of meters tall in my previous life, and it's called a needle?"

"Tsk!"

After taking a few more glances, Chen Mu stepped over the pillar and walked south along the cliffside stone steps.

A huge cave entrance, four or five meters high, appeared faintly in the distance. That was his destination—Wanjing Cave.

The cave contains various secret techniques of the Hundred Illusions Sect, and more importantly, it also contains a copy of the Daoist Military Contract Book of the Thousand Machines Sect.

"Please don't let it be as deceptive as the Investiture of the Gods."

He initially thought someone would impersonate him, allowing him to easily evade the contract's constraints. Little did he expect things to go wrong, and he ended up trapped inside the idol. As a result, a powerful binding force enveloped him, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Demon Body replacing him, he would probably still be trapped inside the City God statue in Luandu County and unable to escape.

"You can't sign a contract without understanding its contents; you have to make sure you understand what it entails."

……

at dusk.

At the entrance of the cave, Chen Mu sat at the long dining table, shoveling sweet and delicious Jin Yuan Valley rice into his mouth while staring intently at the book in his left hand.

The scroll was a photocopy of the Taoist military contract he bought from Wanjing Cave.

"The contract requires you to serve as a Dao soldier for the Thousand Machines Sect for ten years. The Dao merits you gain will be divided equally between the Dao soldier and the Hundred Illusions Sect."

“The contract states that after forty years of service, the merits will be divided 40/60.”

"What a shrewd business!" Chen Mu gritted his teeth, crunching hard as he chewed the Jin Yuan Gu in his mouth.

No need to fight on the battlefield, you can easily exchange various resources and secret techniques from the Thousand Machines Sect by simply sitting at home.

The bastard work that the Hundred Illusions Sect did is truly...

Envious!

After brooding for a while, Chen Mu finally sighed and shook his head.

"It's probably not just the Hundred Illusions Sect that's doing this."

"It is estimated that all ninety-nine sects in Haizhou operate in this manner."

"This contract still needs to be signed." Although Chen Mu felt some resistance, it wasn't unacceptable.

When he first came to Yunzhou and joined the Tianhe Lower Temple of Jilongdao, he actually signed a similar indenture.

Back then, he was just a nobody, only given a simple tracking mark. But this military contract is not so simple.

"Reciting the Pure Yang Mantra, with the Pure Yang Dao Ancestor as witness, violates the agreement and will be punished by being struck by five thunderbolts... This..."

Chen Mu pondered the last part of the contract, his eyes widening involuntarily.

The Pure Yang Dao Ancestor was the founder of the Pure Yang Dao sect in ancient times. He was an ancestral master who had long since cultivated the Dao and lived as long as the heavens.

I used to only hear about such important figures in legends, but I never expected to see their name in the Dao-Bing Contract Book.

"It's true that the longer you live and the farther you travel, the more amazing scenery you can see."

"Even the Pure Yang Dao Ancestor has appeared, truly..."

After scooping several spoonfuls of Jin Yuan Gu into his mouth, the sweet taste filled his heart, and it took a while for Chen Mu's surprise to subside.

Then he began to consider the pros and cons of the Taoist Ancestor bearing witness.

First of all, there's no need to worry about the Thousand Machines Sect going back on its word.

That Dao Ancestor traveled beyond the heavens in spirit, and no one ever saw him. But the story of being struck by five thunderbolts for violating the contract has always been a regular occurrence.

Secondly, I probably won't be able to back out.

If one disobeys the orders of the Thousand Machines Sect and is judged as a deserter, one will probably be struck to dust by heavenly lightning.

Chen Mu frowned.

"What if someone from the Thousand Machine Sect wants me to be cannon fodder and die? What should I do then?"

Obey orders and proceed?

dead!

Disobeying orders and fleeing?

Five thunder strikes!

"We are at the mercy of others."

"Moreover, this person is also a Dao Ancestor who can strike him with five thunderbolts at any time."

"This...this won't do." Chen Mu slowly narrowed his eyes.

The Dao-Bing Contract has existed for many years, yet no one has tried to exploit its loopholes?

"We still need to go to the Ten Thousand Scriptures Cave."

……

That day, in Prison Valley.

Chen Mu carried a basket full of demonic stones on his back and left early as usual.

Not far away, Lu Han was so angry that he was puffing out his beard and glaring.

Chen Mu nodded and greeted him with a grin, then turned and ran away quickly.

Although Lu Han wanted nothing more than to roll up his sleeves and pull Chen Mu back, his chest heaved several times before he finally gave up.

This serves as a cautionary tale; when pushed to the limit, some people are indeed willing to switch jobs and go directly to Taoshan Temple.

We've been training them for over a month; if they really run away, we'll lose money.

"Is that person going to Wanjing Cave again? Is he blinded by the secret techniques hidden inside?" Not far away, five or six young men and women were resting together, leaning on their pickaxes.

"Hey, he's probably from a small town, never seen the world. Doesn't he know that cultivation is the foundation?"

"Yes, as long as you master the demon-dispelling technique early and sign the Dao Soldier Contract, you can obtain the Spirit Fox Condensation Aperture Secret Manual from the sect leader. At that time, you will be able to condense your divine aperture, increase your magical power, and learn secret techniques more easily and conveniently."

"This person has put the cart before the horse..."

"Never mind him, he's not one of us. Why don't you go and consult Elder Lu, and learn a few more tricks to dispel demonic magic?"

"Let's go together..."

The voices of the group were not loud, but they still reached Chen Mu's ears, who was constantly using his supernatural hearing ability.

He shook his head dismissively as he listened to their discussion.

For him, finding a secret method to ward off disaster and avoid being completely controlled by the contract was more important. Even if it only gave him a little more room to maneuver, it was better than being completely controlled by others.

"People can say whatever they want, it's their mouth." Chen Mu said calmly.

Then...then he casually conjured up a Nightmare Spell.

The group of young men who were walking towards Lu Han suddenly felt their legs give way and they all knelt down in front of Lu Han with a thud.

Lu Han was stunned.

In order to help me earn Taoist merit, these young people actually abandoned their dignity and knelt down to beg me to teach them secret techniques.

These...they're really a bunch of easy targets!

Many young people kneeling on the ground: "..."

(End of this chapter)