Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 282 I sincerely join (15)

As the meeting time got closer, Fu Wan became more and more panicked.

Now, even playing cards couldn't relieve his tension. The constant dripping of the water leak was like a death warrant, making his mood also begin to become depressed.

Qian Kuan never revealed what he wanted to talk to him about, but just said mysteriously that we would know when the time came.

The more the other party didn't say, the more flustered he became. In the end, he could only touch the peach pit in his arms and take the risk to contact the God of Wealth.

"Xingjun, I have now infiltrated the Qiming Sect and gained their trust. But they seem to be very interested in me. What should I do?"

After a moment, the voice of the God of Wealth sounded, and he said impatiently: "Hu Wan, you should know better than me what qualities are required to be an undercover agent."

Fu Wan really wanted to correct the other person and tell him that he was Fu Wan, but he still held back.

The Star Gods all have bad tempers, and if you correct others rashly, you will probably be whipped.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he asked in a low voice: "Patience?"

"It's a sacrifice. Since the other party has taken a fancy to you, then just obey him. When you come back, we will reward you based on your merits and let the Immortal Master reward you well."

Reward Ji'er!
The Star God is stingy, and so is the Immortal Master. The rewards given out are not much to begin with, and the Immortal Master will deduct some of them.

And if you do a good job, you will be whipped. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with this practice before, but after experiencing the reward system of Qimingmen, I found that this place really gives rewards.

After hesitating for a while, Fu Wan continued: "Xing Jun, I feel that I can't complete this mission. I can..."

"As a disciple of my Xinggong, why can't you work harder? Hu Wan, I have always admired you, but I am not very satisfied with what you did today. Work hard and reflect on yourself."

Afterwards, Caiyuan Xingjun unilaterally cut off the contact, but Fu Wan still heard the other party whisper: "I will give him a good beating when I come back, so that he won't have so many ideas."

Silently touching the peach pit that no longer worked, Fu Wan suddenly felt completely bored.

He obeyed the immortal master's command and served the star god diligently, but in the end he still got whipped.

If you do something wrong when you are not strong enough, you will be whipped. If you become strong enough, you will still be whipped. If you ask questions, you will be whipped. If you don’t ask questions, you will still be whipped.

Although spiritual practice is a long and arduous journey, there are too many whips on this journey.

Seeing that the time was up, he sighed, picked up his jade slip, and walked towards Qian Kuan's room.

Qian Kuan's room was magnificent, with all kinds of spiritual stone decorations everywhere, and intricately shaped lucky charms hanging all over the walls, revealing a sense of wealth and vulgarity everywhere.

Hearing the knock on the door, Qian Kuan, who was practicing calligraphy, immediately put down his paper and pen and said, "Come in."

Fu Wan, who had already prepared himself mentally, walked in. When he saw Qian Kuan, he saluted stiffly: "Hello, Master Qian."

"No need to greet me. Hurry up and let me introduce you to Inspector Ye. This is Inspector Huang, and this is..."

Looking up, Fu Wan discovered that there were several black-clad inspectors sitting in the corner of the room. The aura around them blended with the surrounding environment, and they were almost unnoticed when they came in.

Seeing these people, Fu Wan felt more and more nervous.

Noticing that the other party was a little stiff, Qian Kuan smiled and said, "Don't panic, the inspectors just have a few questions to ask."

"Ok."

Sitting on the chair assigned to him, an inspector came forward and the first question sounded like a thunderclap in his ears: "Which star god do you serve?"

This question made Fu Wan's pupils shrink, and his hands hidden in his arms tightly grasped his jade slip, almost crushing it.

He subconsciously wanted to deny it, wanted to just smile and ignore the accusation, or even activate the life-saving talisman given by the immortal master and run back.

But what will happen after you escape back?
He was hung up and beaten by the Immortal Master, mocked by his fellow disciples, then bedridden for a month before taking on a new mission and continuing the cycle.

At first glance, Fu Wan felt that his life seemed to be locked on this path. Going back would just be repeating the same process over and over again, which was so boring.

After letting go of his hands, his tense nerves finally relaxed and he collapsed weakly.

Bending over, he raised his head, and with the side facing the light, he gave a weak smile and asked, "Master Qian, when did you find out?"

"I discovered it not long after you arrived." An inspector said, "You did a lot of things in a rather crude way, you paid too much attention to information and intelligence, and a lot of your knowledge was biased. After spending a few times with me, I realized you were an undercover agent."

"Then how did you find out that I serve the Star Lord?"

"From some unconscious little movements, we can tell that communicating with the Star God requires some specific rituals. Your ritual of communication is to touch peaches or peach pits, right?"

"That's right... Immortal Master has always said that the people of Jiuzhou are very corrupt and their strength is not good. I didn't expect your vision to be so vicious. I underestimated you. How do you usually train?"

When this was mentioned, Fu Wan discovered that several inspectors had painful expressions on their faces.

Even if we don't know the content of their training, we can guess what kind of torture they usually suffer just by looking at their expressions.

Seeing this scene, Fu Wan felt better.

Anyone who can endure such torture can indeed easily find himself.

Fu Wan let out another long sigh and found that although he was caught, he was in a surprisingly cheerful mood.

Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he looked at Qian Kuan and said, "Master Qian, now that I have been exposed, how are you going to torture me?"

"Well... to be honest, now is the time when our Qiming Sect is in need of people, and we still appreciate talents like you. If you are willing, we hope you will join Qiming Sect."

"…I'm an undercover agent!"

"A hero's origins are not important, and don't you think it's interesting to bet that you can sincerely join our Qiming Sect?"

At this point, Qian Kuan became visibly excited, and his eyes were somewhat burning as he looked at Fu Wan.

Unable to help but take a step back, Fu Wan felt that the other party was indeed lusting after his body, but it seemed different from what he imagined.

Why didn’t I realize before that Qimingmen is so weird?
Will you die if you don’t gamble for a day?

"What if I don't want to join?" Fu Wan continued to ask.

"It won't be a big deal. I was supposed to punish you, but the card-playing ideas you provided recently are very instructive, so the previous punishments can be waived and you can be sent back directly. But if you leave, you can no longer use your Sky Soul account, and you will not receive any sect benefits. The sect originally wanted to give you a place in the next Dao Attainment Competition, and wished you blessings, but all of these are gone. And also..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Wan had already half-knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "Master Qian, I really hope to join this time. Please help me."

(End of this chapter)