Qiankun Gourd

A tall mountain in the Zixiao Holy Sect.

"Master, we have already picked up Junior Brother Ye."

Chen Yundao brought Ye Feng and stood outside a cave, bowing respectfully.

"Well, Yun Dao, go get busy! Ask your Junior Brother Ye to come into the cave!"

An old man's voice was heard from inside the cave.

"As ordered!"

"Junior brother, please go in!"

Chen Yundao agreed and left.

The door of the cave opened with a bang, and Ye Feng slowly walked into the cave.

When he entered the cave, the door behind him closed automatically with a loud bang.

Not far ahead, an old man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged. His face was pale and his breathing was disordered.

Ye Feng recognized this person at a glance; it was Saint King Zixiao.

"Ye Feng greets the Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Feng first bowed and then asked.

“Ahem…!”

"Nothing, just a minor injury!"

Saint Zixiao coughed twice and said weakly,

"Ye Feng, you are finally here!"

"Master, did something happen?"

Seeing that Saint King Zixiao was so weak, Ye Feng concluded that something big must have happened.

"You guessed right! Something did happen."

"Some time ago, I was ambushed by several elders of the Tianji Holy Sect when I was out, and I was seriously injured."

Saint King Zixiao said.

"'Tianji Holy Sect'?" Ye Feng had just arrived at the Holy Land and didn't know the situation here.

"'Tianji Holy Sect' and our 'Zixiao Holy Sect' are two major sects among the fifth-level sects in the Holy Domain."

"For many years, we have been at odds over the battle for the top position."

Saint King Zixiao explained.

"How do they know the whereabouts of our Master?" Ye Feng asked puzzled.

"I'm also wondering about this. Only your senior brother Chen Yundao, the second elder Gao Shang, and the third elder Liu Zhengyang know my whereabouts."

"I guess there must be a traitor among the three of them."

Saint King Zixiao said.

"Master, what are you going to do next?" Ye Feng asked again.

"I want you to find the traitor among the three of them." said Saint King Zixiao.

"This... Master! I am only at the first level of the True Saint Realm now. I am afraid that I will delay Master's important matters."

Ye Feng said hurriedly after hearing this.

"That's why I let you do it!"

"Would you like to?"

Saint King Zixiao coughed a few more times and spoke seriously.

"I am willing!"

Ye Feng had no choice at this moment. He was the disciple of Saint King Zixiao, and everyone in the sect knew about it. There was no way he could stay out of it.

"Okay! Do you have any requests?" Saint King Zixiao asked again.

"In order to dispel their doubts, please let me be an ordinary disciple."

Ye Feng said.

"Okay, with your level of cultivation, you can only be a menial disciple in the sect. I will announce to the sect that your cultivation is too low and you are not worthy of being my disciple. You can only be a menial disciple."

Saint King Zixiao said.

"That's great. Does the sect have any holy fields? I want to plant some in the holy fields." Ye Feng said.

"Of course there is. You can just plant the holy fields temporarily. Once the traitors are eradicated, come to me and I will personally instruct you." After Saint Zi Xiao finished speaking, he waved his hand and a jade slip flew out.

"This is the Purple Xiao Holy Thunder Art. I will pass it on to you. If anything happens to me, don't be impulsive."

"Master, you will be fine!"

Ye Feng was very worried about the safety of Saint King Zixiao, but with his current level of cultivation, he could not do anything. The only thing he could do was to help his master find the traitor.

Ye Feng took the jade slip and put it into his storage ring.

At this moment, Chen Yundao's voice was heard again outside the cave.

"Master, Junior Brother Zhang is here!"

"Ye Feng, you can go now. Be careful! If there is anything, you can use this token to convey the message to me." Saint King Zi Xiao handed a token for a menial disciple to Ye Feng.

"Yes!" Ye Feng agreed and walked out of the cave.

"Junior Brother Ye!" Chen Yundao smiled slightly when he saw Ye Feng walking out of the cave.

"Yun Dao, Ye Feng's cultivation is too low and his aptitude is too poor. He is not worthy of being a disciple. I have expelled him from the sect and made him a menial disciple to cultivate the holy fields."

"Yes, Master!" Chen Yundao was stunned at first, then replied.

"Junior Brother Wang, accompany Ye Feng to Shengtian and tell Jin Youshu to take good care of him." Chen Yundao said to a tall monk behind him.

This tall monk has the cultivation level of the fifth level Heavenly Saint Realm.

"Yes, sir! Ye Feng, come with me!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Chen!"

Ye Feng thanked.

"You have been expelled from the sect by the master now, so you should call me uncle-master!"

Chen Yundao didn't look at Ye Feng again.

Afterwards, the cultivator surnamed Wang took Ye Feng away from here and went to the sect’s holy field.

"Let Zhang Yong in!" The voice of Saint King Zixiao was heard again in the cave.

"Obey Master!"

"Junior Brother Zhang, please go in!"

......

A quarter of an hour later, under the guidance of a cultivator named Wang, Ye Feng came to a valley where many purple rice were planted. This was the location of the holy field of the Zixiao Holy Sect.

There was a three-story building in the valley. The cultivator named Wang brought Ye Feng to land in front of the building.

At this moment, a fat monk ran out of the building happily.

Ye Feng looked at the fat young man and found that he had the cultivation level of the ninth level True Saint.

"Uncle Wang, why are you here?"

"Who is this?"

The obese young man said cheerfully.

"Jin Youshu, this is the new errand disciple Ye Feng. He will be under your charge from now on. Give him a piece of holy land to plant. This is the order of the Great Elder."

The cultivator surnamed Wang gave some instructions and then transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the spot.

After the monk surnamed Wang flew away, Jin Youshu immediately frowned and said coldly: "Your name is Ye Feng, right?"

"Junior brother, it's Ye Feng!" Ye Feng replied with a fist salute.

"Well, before we plant the spiritual field, I must explain the rules first."

"Although you are a menial disciple, you still receive a salary of one thousand holy stones every year. Of these one thousand holy stones, you have to give me seven hundred of them as a gift. Do you understand?"

Jin Youshu said unceremoniously.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled slightly and said, "Junior brother, I understand!"

Jin Youshu is at the ninth level of True Saint Realm, and he is only at the first level of Holy Saint Realm. He is no match for Jin Youshu at all, so he can only endure it for now.

"very good!"

"There are ten acres of wasteland at the easternmost end of the valley that has not been reclaimed. You can go and reclaim it and plant crops on that wasteland."

Jin Youshu pointed to a huge hillside at the end of the valley in the distance and said.

"Yes, senior brother!" Ye Feng agreed and flew to the end of the valley.

Looking at the direction where Ye Feng flew, Jin Youshu smiled slightly, another victim.

Ye Feng came to the small hillside, first built a small wooden house, and then began to reclaim the land.

With the power of immortals, he was able to cultivate ten acres of holy land in just one day.

Then he asked Jin Youshu for many seeds of the holy valley and planted them in the holy field.

In this way, Ye Feng temporarily settled down in the Zixiao Holy Sect.