Among the purple, black, white, and red colors, black represented a very high level of power. He couldn't see through the other's cultivation level, so he said respectfully, "Wang Lin greets Senior Zhang. Congratulations on becoming a black robe."
The black-robed youth glanced at Wang Lin, and his expression softened. "A month ago, I was able to enter the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and that had something to do with you. If I hadn't found the eye of the wind while looking for you, I wouldn't have been able to break through so quickly."
Wang Lin was startled, and asked, "Senior Zhang, the eye of the wind on the cliff can help with cultivation?"
The black-robed youth nodded. "When you reach the peak of the fourth level of Qi Condensation and activate the incantation for the fifth level, you can go there. You'll know then."
He glanced at Wang Lin, and said, "Junior Wang, your talent is mediocre, and this is something you have no choice in. But now that you've become an Inner Sect disciple, you need to work even harder. I can see that you don't have any spiritual energy in your body, and you haven't even reached the first level of Qi Condensation. I'm afraid you're the only Inner Sect disciple who hasn't reached the first level."
Wang Lin's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile. "I'll remember Senior Zhang's words, and I'll work even harder."
After that, he changed the topic and asked, "May I know why Senior Brother Zhang is here?"
The black-robed youth laughed. "Nothing big. The Chore House's honorary disciple went missing. Someone saw you go there, so I came to ask about it."
Wang Lin's expression was normal, and he smiled. "I remember that. I don't usually go to the Chore House, but half a month ago, I passed by there. The honorary disciple was rude to me, and I taught him a lesson. Perhaps he took it too hard and was afraid that I would cause trouble for him, so he left the mountain."
Senior Brother Zhang nodded slightly and looked at Wang Lin with a faint smile. He said, "A disgusting nominal disciple has nothing to do with it. Today, I came here for another thing. After discussing with several Martial Uncles, the head thinks that the Chore Office should not be controlled by a nominal disciple. They want to arrange an Inner Core disciple to take charge of it. But all the Inner Core disciples are not willing to go and are busy with cultivation."
Wang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "I understand. They have assigned me the work."
Senior Brother Zhang smiled and nodded. "Pack up and head over today. The Chore Office is in a mess now. You have to tidy it up properly."
With that, he cupped his fists towards Wang Lin and took a step forward. A small, sparkling and translucent sword immediately appeared and carried him away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Wang Lin's face showed helplessness. He did not want to go to the Chore Office. There were many people there and it was easy to be discovered. Moreover, there must be a lot of work, which would seriously affect his cultivation time. But now he had to go, so with a belly full of anger, he went back to his room to pack up and went to the Chore Office.
After arriving here, he had made a decision in his heart that he must not stay in the Chore Office for too long. At present, the only way was to completely mess up the Chore Office and let all nominal disciples ask the Head for a replacement. This was the only way.
With an idea in mind, Wang Lin tidied up the room of the youth surnamed Liu. Finally, except for a bed and a table, all the useless things were thrown in the yard.
While doing this, several disciples came to the Chore Office one after another. They had already learned that Wang Lin had taken over the place. They were all uneasy. Those who had satirized Wang Lin the most were pale and their hearts were beating fast.
He wanted to help Wang Lin clean up, but after being glared at by Wang Lin, he obediently stood in the yard like a cicada in winter.
After packing up, Wang Lin leisurely took out a chair and sat down. He coldly looked at the more than 100 nominal disciples in front of him. He knew that the Heng Yue Sect had a lot of nominal disciples, and these were only a part of them. In the next few days, there would be nominal disciples coming back to hand over work.
"You, in the future, cut firewood, 500 pounds a day!" Wang Lin randomly pointed at a person. He remembered that this person had secretly ridiculed him.
The person was startled and immediately said with a sad face, "Senior Brother Wang, I … I used to work in the kitchen. I only knew how to cook, I didn't know how to cut firewood."
Wang Lin rolled his eyes, snorted, and said, "Increase the amount, 1000 pounds a day!"
The other party knelt on the ground with a thud and howled loudly, sobbing, "Senior Brother Wang, please do me a favor. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have laughed at you back then, but please don't use your power to take revenge. I … I … How can I finish 1000 pounds? How about 500 pounds?"
Everyone looked at each other. They knew that Wang Lin would make things difficult, but they didn't think that he was making things difficult. He was clearly taking revenge.
A few nominal disciples in the crowd immediately shouted in dissatisfaction, "Everyone, don't listen to him. Let's go find the elder and let the elder uphold justice. This Wang Lin is too much of a bastard!"
"That's right, let's go find the elder and change it to another inner disciple. If they don't change, we will kneel and never get up!"
"That's right, let's go. Don't stay here. This Wang Lin is obviously a villain. He didn't think about the fact that he had to commit suicide to enter the sect. It's really fucking shameful!"
The voices became louder and louder, and in the end, more than 80 people left the yard. They had wronged expressions on their faces as they walked toward the main courtyard. Along the way, they shouted that Wang Lin wasn't going to let them live.
Wang Lin leaned on the chair leisurely and did not stop them. He was quite hoping that these people could succeed. In this way, if the sect leader was angry, he would definitely change it to someone else, and he could also cultivate in peace.
The remaining 10 or so people were all hesitant. They wanted to leave, but they were afraid that if they didn't succeed, they would completely offend Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was not in a hurry. He waited for the result of the main courtyard. Not long after, the nominal disciples who had just left came back one by one. This time, they did not clamor, but they all had despair in their eyes, and they were silent.
When Wang Lin saw their expressions, he knew that he had failed. He was quite disappointed. It seemed that he needed to make things bigger. Thinking of this, he curled his lips, glanced at the crowd, and said, "You secretly ridiculed me, listen to me. I came today for revenge. If you are dissatisfied, go find the elder. If you can drive me out of this chore office, I will thank him."
"Senior brother Wang, you are a magnanimous person. Please let us go." A disciple immediately begged for mercy.
"That's right, Senior Brother Wang, we were blind back then. Please spare us. I … I'll kowtow to you."
"Senior Brother Wang, they all said bad things about you back then, but I didn't. I even defended you back then, I …"