'This kid must have money, but he just doesn't want to give it to me!'
Steward Wu's gaze turned cold.
It was easy to deal with a new disciple who didn't know what was good for him.
"Servant disciples work at midnight. You get up at four in the morning to work."
"This is your first day of work. Go chop all the firewood in the back of the Ovens. You can't sleep until you're done. Tomorrow at four in the morning, move the firewood to the front and get to work."
Zhang Xing turned and left, ignoring Steward Wu.
Looking at Zhang Xing's back, Steward Wu gritted his teeth. 'You don't know what's good for you. Watch how I deal with you.'
'I'll make you work from morning to night. I won't give you a moment to rest.'
'Hmph!'
'When the time comes, it won't be just thirty or fifty low-grade spirit stones. I won't let you off without at least a hundred.'
The firewood in the back of the Ovens was more than twenty meters high and fifty meters long.
This was almost enough to last a week.
Of course, the Ovens were only for the low-level disciples. The middle-level and high-level disciples had higher cultivation bases. They only ate high-quality food and were served by professionals.
It was impossible for Zhang Xing to chop all the firewood in two hours.
But this amount of work was nothing to Zhang Xing.
"Mo Li, come out and get to work. Chop these logs into four pieces."
Mo Li came out and gauged the area of the logs.
He didn't seem to move, but Zhang Xing could sense a powerful ripple shooting out from his eyes.
Then, the ripple of energy enveloped the entire area.
All the logs seemed to have been given a mind of their own.
They stood up neatly and lined up.
After three breaths, all the logs were floating in the air.
They formed into wooden stakes.
The blue flames in Mo Li's eyes flickered.
"Whoosh …"
Countless streaks of black light flashed past.
The blue flames flickered again.
All the logs returned to their original positions.
They were neatly stacked together as before.
"Master, Mo Li has completed the task."
Mo Li's cold voice sounded in his mind.
Zhang Xing nodded in satisfaction.
He waved his hand and recalled Mo Li.
He turned and walked to the resting room for two hundred people.
As soon as he went in, he was forced out by the smell and almost vomited.
There were all kinds of smells in here. He was really not used to it.
Forget it. I'll just wait behind the Ovens.
At this time, Steward Wu was watching Zhang Xing go in and out.
He sneered in his heart. Brat, you must be having a headache after seeing that mountain of firewood!
You want to slack off and go back to sleep?
Hehe!
Newcomers would not be able to enjoy the stench of sweat, feet, and body odor if they were not used to it for a few months.
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At four o 'clock in the morning, the sound of gongs and drums rang out in all the rooms.
The odd-job disciples hurriedly got up and rushed to their posts.
Steward Wu led a group of adjutants to the back of the Ovens.
"Zhang Xing, where's the firewood you chopped?"
A cold voice sounded, and Zhang Xing opened his eyes from meditation.
"It's all there."
Zhang Xing looked at the pile of firewood.
"You're lying through your teeth. Didn't I tell you to chop all the firewood here last night?"
"Why didn't you chop a single piece?"
"You're slacking off on the first day of work. Do you take my words for granted?"
"If you don't want to be an odd-job disciple, then leave. We don't keep idlers."
The other adjutants and the people of the Ovens surrounded him.
They looked at Zhang Xing with gloating expressions.
It had been a long time since they had seen Steward Wu teach a newcomer a lesson. This was going to be fun.
They had heard that Zhang Xing did not give Steward Wu any face at all. He did not even give him a single spirit stone.
Serves him right for being unlucky!
"I think you're the one who's lying through your teeth."
"Steward Wu, are your eyes for eating or shitting?"
"Gah!"
As soon as Zhang Xing's voice fell, everyone was stunned.
This kid was too bold. He dared to talk to Steward Wu like that!