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Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Task

Song Jian picked up a sword from the wooden table and hung it around his waist, slowly walking out of the room.

At this moment, he discovered that the entire Qingyun Sword Sect was stationed on a mountain peak. The higher status disciples lived closer to the top of the mountain, while the menial disciples, like him, could only live at the mountain’s base.

A lot of people entered and exited the Qingyun Sword Sect, with most of them wearing the same gray attire as Song Jian. It seemed that this was the standard clothing for menial disciples.

“The most important thing now is to find a way to level up. I am only at level one, and if I want to get first place in the assessment three days later, I need to raise my level to at least ten so that I can at least unlock the Sweeping Sword Style,” Song Jian muttered to himself.

Although his two talents had not been sealed, and he still had an attack skill called Earth Teeth Assault, it would be scrutinized if he used this skill during a sword sect assessment.

Just then, a group of disciples dressed in menial attire came in from outside, cursing as they walked.

“Those bandits on Blackwind Mountain are too arrogant, daring to rob near our Qingyun Sword Sect. They really don’t know when to stop!”

“Hmph, sooner or later, our Qingyun Sword Sect will wipe out all the bandits of Blackwind Mountain.”

“Hey, with so many skilled disciples in our Qingyun Sword Sect, why can’t we take down Blackwind Mountain? I heard that the leaders of Blackwind Mountain only have first-order combat power…”

“We can only blame our own disciples for not being competent enough. Although there is a mission to eradicate the bandits within the sect, no one has been able to complete it. I’m afraid our overall evaluation will be lowered a grade this year, sigh!”

Suddenly, the group noticed Song Jian standing outside the wooden shack, they paused before walking past him as if they hadn’t seen him at all.

“Even if our evaluation is lowered by a grade, I’m afraid it won’t have anything to do with Song Jian. In three days, he’ll be kicked out of the Qingyun Sword Sect anyway.”

“Heh, not being able to learn the most basic Qingyun Sword Skill in three years is merely a miracle. How could such a fool stay in the sword sect for three years, wasting resources.”

“Exactly, he can’t even defeat a disciple who has just entered the sect for a year. We, who entered the Qingyun Sword Sect with him, are all ashamed. It’s a wonder he dared to continue staying here. If it had been me, I would have quietly left by now.”

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“It seems like my status in the Qingyun Sword Sect is quite low,” Song Jian bitterly smiled to himself.

With the long sword at his waist, Song Jian headed to the task receiving area for menial disciples.

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In the residential area for menial disciples, there was a three-story wooden house. On a rocking chair, a chubby man was reclining with his eyes closed. Disciples coming in and out seemed to respect him, walking around him when they entered the building.

Song Jian glanced at the chubby man, not paying much attention, and went straight into the building.

The chubby man was named Wang Dafu, who looked unassuming but was actually a Swordmaster of the Qingyun Sword Sect. He had first-order combat power but had suffered serious injuries in a battle, causing his strength to decline. He was sent here as the task manager of the task building, essentially retiring.

Although he had fallen from first-order combat power, in Song Jian’s eyes, this man called Wang Dafu could rival a level 30 elite level boss.

There were quite a few menial disciples who received tasks inside the building. The resources they obtained were the least among the entire Qingyun Sect. If they didn’t take on some tasks here, they would not be able to practice at all.

New menial disciples were only taught a basic sword technique, the Qingyun Sword Skill, and received some meager resources every month. Anyone with a bit of ambition would come to the task building, take on suitable tasks, and exchange the rewards for cultivation resources after completion.

“This is probably the first time in three years that I’ve entered the task building,” Song Jian bitterly smiled to himself. Previously, he hadn’t even learned the most basic Qingyun Sword Skill, so why would he come to the task building to receive rewards?

“Hey, isn’t this Song Jian? Are you here to see what the task building looks like before you leave the Qingyun Sword Sect?” A menial disciple noticed him and instantly sneered.

In the Qingyun Sword Sect, Song Jian had already become somewhat of a celebrity among menial disciples. To stay in the sect as a waste for three entire years was something most people couldn’t do, simply because their faces wouldn’t be thick enough!

Ignoring the taunts of others, Song Jian picked up a task, and under the strange gazes of everyone, turned around and left the task building.

“Brother Wong, what task did that guy take?” Someone curiously asked the disciple who had given out the task.

The disciple known as Brother Wong glanced at him and whispered, “Kill the head of Blackwind Village!”

“What, Blackwind Village?”

Almost everyone gasped. Blackwind Village was less than ten miles away from the Qingyun Sword Sect, but up until now, it had still managed to stand strong without being wiped out. While the Qingyun Sword Sect aimed to hone their disciples in battle, the fact that Blackwind Village hadn’t been eradicated already indicated its unusual strength.

An ordinary person who hadn’t even learned the basic Qingyun Sword Skill taking on a task to kill the head of Blackwind Village was simply courting death.

“He won’t just take the task and never come back, right?” Suddenly someone spoke in a gloomy tone.

For a moment, everyone had a look of sudden realization on their faces.

Exactly, in three days, whether Song Jian wanted to leave Qingyun Mountain or not, he would be kicked out. Why not take a task to leave the mountain and never return? At the very least, he left the mountain with a task that no one else dared to accept, saving face to the very end.

“Heh, what’s the point of that? We all know what kind of person he is, right?” A menial disciple sneered.

“Yeah, he’s known as the man with the thickest skin among Qingyun Sword Sect’s menial disciples!”

“Hahahaha!”

As everyone ridiculed Song Jian, he had already left the Qingyun Sword Sect and was heading towards Blackwind Mountain.

At this time, his battle pets were sealed. Black Dragon could no longer be used in this world, and Little Stone Man could only be unsealed at level 30.

As for Follower Ya, he could not be summoned in this world either. Many items in Song Jian’s inventory were also sealed, including the motorcycle. Moreover, the identity he inherited was extremely poor, unable to even rent a regular horse for transportation. Song Jian could only rely on his own legs to run to Blackwind Mountain.

Blackwind Mountain was about several miles away from the Qingyun Sword Sect. It took Song Jian half a day to finally reach the foot of Blackwind Mountain.

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