So what! Are you going to kill me?

Before daybreak, the sound of the gong, representing the gathering, resounded through the mountains.

All the outer disciples of the sect live on the First Peak. New disciples live at the foot of the mountain. Every morning they need to fetch water and chop firewood, deliver the prepared breakfast to the elders of the First Peak, and then distribute the fasting pills to the senior brothers and sisters living on the mountainside. Only after taking care of the chores can they solve the problem of filling themselves up in a tight time.

In any sect, there is a huge gap between the inner sect and the outer sect, and there are also hidden class divisions within the outer sect.

Xu Ling was knocked away by a punch from a gray-robed youth. The hot porridge was caught steadily by the youth. He said sarcastically, "Newcomers just don't know the rules. We have to teach them every year. It's really boring."

Xu Ling felt pain in his back and his face turned terribly pale. The newcomers who were traveling with him were horrified and froze in their seats, not daring to utter a word.

Xu Ling struggled to get up and said through gritted teeth: "I am following the rules, what's wrong with that? What gives you the right to hurt someone!"

Yinglong looked at him slowly and ruffian-like, then took two steps towards him with the hot porridge in his hand, forcing Xu Ling to step back half a step to distance himself. Yinglong stared at him condescendingly, his tone full of pressure: "Newcomer, you don't seem to understand the situation yet."

Ying Hu, who was standing behind Ying Long, grinned and said, "Brother, why are you talking nonsense to him? I'm hungry."

Other outer disciples passed by one after another, all of them looked straight ahead, as if they were already used to it, or - they simply did not dare to meddle in Yinglong's affairs.

Xu Ling also realized something and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother."

Yinglong shook the bowl of porridge and said viciously, "I am not your senior brother."

"Is that a sincere apology? The sound is like the buzz of a mosquito, a woman's chirp."

His vague gaze fell on Xu Ling. His face flushed, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and he shouted, "It's my fault. I'm sorry."

Yinglong tilted his hand holding the porridge slightly, and said in advance an explanation for his next behavior: "You scared me——"

The porridge that should have been splashed on Xu Ling's face was steadily caught by a mouth, and with a slurp, the sound of slurping the porridge was heard, crisp, loud, and long.

Jin Cancan patted Yinglong's shoulder, who was frozen in place, and said, "It almost spilled. Be careful next time."

She ate her brother's porridge?!

The outer disciples who were ready to establish their authority over the new disciples watched as Jin Cancan wiped his mouth, lifted a large bundle of firewood behind him, and then walked briskly through the crowd, not forgetting to turn around and say, "Xu Ling, Elder Xie said your handwriting is like dog crawling, and asked you to go back and rewrite it now."

Xu Ling hurriedly followed her pace.

"Brother, we have to do morning exercises soon, so it's not a good time to start." Ying Hu stared at Jin Cancan's back and whispered, "I will find out who she is before lunch break."

Anyone who dares to show off in front of his brother will have no good consequences.

Yinglong looked down at the half-eaten porridge and sneered: "No need to check, I know her."

Jin Cancan, a useless person with mixed spiritual roots who came in through the backdoor, was late for the sect on the day he arrived. He contradicted Elder Xie during the day and offended the head of the Chang Sui Hall. At night, he got into trouble and grilled fish. He had already become famous in the sect.

Ying Hu was stunned. Is his brother just going to let it go like this?

"Give me yours." Yinglong reached out to another outer disciple, took his food expressionlessly, tore off a piece of steamed bun, stared at the direction where Jin Cancan left, chewed and said, "I like people with personality."

On the other end, Xu Ling whispered, "Thank you."

He hadn't copied all the sect rules at all, and the words of the chief attendant were made up by Jin Cancan to help him out.

"It's okay. This is what you should thank me for." Jin Cancan took the firewood off his back and motioned Xu Ling to carry it: "If you really want to thank me, please do all the work I need to do."

Xu Ling carried the golden firewood on his back, pursed his lips, and finally said, "Aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you? Judging from their situation, I'm afraid they won't let it go easily."

Jin Cancan put his hands behind his back and said in an unfathomable tone: "Those who achieve great things will not be afraid of trouble."

Xu Ling frowned and said, "They have studied for several years longer than us. It would be easy for them to cause trouble to us. We should always make some preparations and leave some ways for ourselves to retreat."

Jin Cancan: "When a monk rings the bell every day, there will be a way out when a car reaches the mountain. A boat will sink when it hits a bridge. You can survive no matter what. If you can't survive, you can die. If you can't die, there will be a way to survive. If there is no way to survive, there will be a way to die. If there is a road, you can walk on it. If there are many people walking on it, it will become a broad road. All broad roads lead to graves."

Where you fell, there you lie down.

Xu Ling: “…”

"Cancan, you're back?" Yan Li winked at Xu Ling who was following behind Jin Cancan and whispered, "You look so honest. I didn't expect you to be so good."

It’s only the first day and I’ve already met such a handsome guy.

Jin Cancan looked at Yan Li in confusion, then turned back to Xu Ling and said, "Just let it go."

After Xu Ling left, Yan Li gave the Qigong Pills that were distributed uniformly in the sect to Jin Cancan: "This is a Qigong Pill, one for each person."

Jin Cancan threw the fasting pill, which looked like marshmallows, into his mouth and it was like chewing wax.

The taste is far worse than that of Maltesers.

"How long will it take for the meditation class?" Jin Cancan asked.

Yan Li replied: "About ten minutes, what are you going to do?"

"Get something to eat." Jin Cancan walked towards the smoky kitchen and whispered, "Keep an eye out for me."

Yan Li wanted to say that she didn't dare, but she was really hungry, and this fasting pill was not as good as carbs after all...

Her stomach took over her brain, and Yan Li stopped thinking and followed Jin Cancan closely.

The two of them found the place where food was prepared for the new disciples. Yan Li bravely spoke to the old man in charge of cooking, and Jin Cancan flipped into the kitchen with the perspective.

This small kitchen is almost in full view. It is far from the big kitchen on the mountainside. There is only one pot, some seasoning residue, and a few broken spatulas.

The rice jar had been emptied long ago, but there was still a ladle of rice porridge left in the pot, so thin that you could look in the mirror in it.

System: [The Tianping Sword Sect is extremely poor. ]

Jin Cancan took out the storage ring calmly: "Fortunately, I was prepared."

Yan Li, who was outside the house, had already talked until her mouth was dry. She had even talked about how many moles the old man's grandson had on his butt. She really couldn't hold back any more words. Just as she was wondering if Jin Cancan was eating alone in there, a majestic voice came -

"Yan Li, the meditation class is about to start, why are you still chatting here?"

Yan Li froze. So unlucky? !

"Master Changsui, I'll be leaving now." Yan Li said loudly, hoping that Jin Cancan could hear her. She had done her best.

Staring at Yan Li leaving, the long-time attendant was a little puzzled. He clearly saw Jin Cancan coming with her. Could it be that he had seen it wrong?