"He finished moving everything in less than 15 minutes?"
"Moreover, no one here knows how he moved it here?"
Steward Wu muttered. He could not imagine that scene.
It was relatively easy for a King Realm cultivator to move the firewood.
It would just take a little more time, and it would not be too tiring.
However, it would not be easy to move all of them over without anyone noticing.
At least, a King Realm cultivator could not do it.
As for a Ruler Realm cultivator … They could not do it either.
If it was a piece of wood with a diameter of 20 meters and a length of 50 meters, a Ruler Realm cultivator could still pick it up.
However, this was a pile of scattered pieces of wood. It was extremely difficult to move them around without making a sound.
Steward Wu asked himself if he could do it.
However, he still did not believe it. He quickly walked to the back of the room to take a look.
As expected …
The truth was right in front of him. He had no choice but to admit it.
The newcomer Zhang Xing seemed to be unusual.
However, this was not enough to make Steward Wu afraid.
With his identity, he still had many ways to deal with Zhang Xing.
"Go to work. What are you looking at? If you eat late, the head steward will deduct your Spirit Stones and pills."
There was another head steward above Steward Wu.
Usually, they were disciples who were old and had no hope of becoming Venerable Ones.
They were considered official disciples and had more power.
Steward Wu's status was much lower than the other stewards.
For example, the steward of the herb garden was a lucrative position.
Even the official disciples had to give him some face.
Another example was the steward of the library. Ordinary people could not become one. The competition was fierce.
Although ordinary stewards did not have the authority to read advanced books, they could still read ordinary cultivation methods, martial skills, medicinal herbs, pill formulas, formation materials, and forging methods.
Anyone who had been a librarian or a steward in the library would have their cultivation base increase greatly. In the end, they would be accepted as a disciple by one of the Nine Mountains.
From then on, they would have a promising future.
Everyone dispersed and went back to cook.
Steward Wu came to Zhang Xing.
"Zhang Xing, get up and work. You've been slacking off here all morning. Can't you see that the other Senior Brothers are working?"
Steward Wu's face was gloomy as he purposely used his fighting spirit to speak loudly.
Zhang Xing narrowed his eyes. "Steward Wu, you can't speak carelessly. Don't you know how much work I've done?"
"Don't look for trouble with me. You can't bear the consequences of angering me."
A cold light flashed in Zhang Xing's eyes, causing Steward Wu's heart to tremble.
He felt as if he had suddenly entered an ice cellar.
He couldn't help but shudder, but this feeling immediately disappeared.
He found it strange, but he didn't think too much about it.
Hearing Zhang Xing's threatening words, his anger flared up again!
"I'm the steward. The mountain gate told me to take care of you. How dare you disobey?"
Steward Wu was worried that he wouldn't be able to get hold of Zhang Xing's weakness. He was hoping that Zhang Xing wouldn't be able to endure it and would jump up to resist.
"I don't think you're fit to be a steward. You're just a petty person."
Zhang Xing bluntly retorted.
"Hmph!
I don't need you to say anything about whether I'm fit or not. Now, I order you to fill two hundred large vats with water! "
He gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his anger as he ordered.
He couldn't capture Zhang Xing and beat him up just because of a verbal conflict.
The mountain gate didn't allow that either.
Irreconcilable conflicts were usually resolved in the arena.
They could sign a life and death contract.
They could also bet their status.
If they disobeyed, the senior brothers could follow the rules and capture them to teach them a lesson, but they couldn't kill them.