Chapter 239: The teaching is very good, don't teach next time

"Of course I completed it. It's such a simple task." Chen Lang said.

When Zhong Haoran heard this, he thought so too and was too lazy to ask about the details.

After they encircled and suppressed the Pingtian Sect, there would always be such tasks. After all, each sect had disciples to support. If they did not let their subordinates divide up such a big piece of fat meat as the Pingtian Sect, then it would only benefit others.

So in fact, it is a simple task and not much of a test.

"Didn't they resist?" Zhong Haoran asked.

"He didn't put up much resistance." Chen Lang thought about it and couldn't remember. He was killed too quickly.

"This group of Pingtian sect monks are quite brave." Zhong Haoran thought, the business of the Master of Ten Thousand Souls is getting worse and worse. In the last encirclement and suppression many years ago, which of the sect leaders was willing to pay? They all resisted desperately.

"So what did you get?" Zhong Haoran asked finally.

This is a very important issue. If you divide too much, other sects may have opinions. If you divide too little, it will be unfair to you, and it may also make other sects feel that you are weak and can be bullied, and they may become more and more demanding.

"I'm not sure, I didn't look closely." Chen Lang took out the shrunken box and said, "This is the only thing that has some value. Can you help me take a look?"

"How can I not take a closer look?"

Zhong Haoran pondered for a while and felt that some things needed to be made clear. He always felt that Chen Lang was too careless about this kind of task.

"Chen Lang, listen to me."

"Well, what's the matter?" Chen Lang was surprised. Zhong Haoran seldom spoke to him in such a serious manner. Could it be that he was going to assign a task?
"You have already carried out this kind of mission once, so you should be aware of its nature. This is a special treatment for you. Each sect has very few places available. I cannot guarantee that I can help you get one every time."

"Oh, thank you, Master."

"I'm not asking you to thank me for anything." Zhong Haoran said, "Anyway, I'm your senior. I've suffered in this regard. Do you know how much our monthly salary is as a sect elder?"

He held up five fingers and said, "Ordinary elders have 50,000 spirit stones. People like Zhou Tianzheng, me, Elder Shi, etc., have slightly higher numbers. Doesn't that seem too little?"

Chen Lang nodded, "It's quite a few."

He felt that Zhong Haoran was indeed conservative. If it were him, salary? What salary? All the nearby sects have my salary.

“So I don’t have much to give you, and don’t hold too much hope in the sect in this regard. They can give you other support, but resources are difficult to come by.

You need to fight for these things on your own. All I can get for you are some opportunities to go out and perform missions.

Your cultivation is good, you should strive for as much as you can, don’t be like me.”

Zhong Haoran stopped talking. He had always been too principled and had lost a lot of things.

Therefore, one of his basic principles in accepting Chen Lang was that he should not follow his old path but learn to be self-reliant.

After all, he has his own plans and will need Chen Lang's help in the future. If his cultivation level is too low, it will be difficult for him to be of any use.

"Been taught a lesson."

Chen Lang really felt that he was too conservative. He should have snatched their ancestral weapons together. This was a mistake and he would correct it next time.

"Dad, please stop talking."

Zhong Yuling said loudly beside him, "You are not making money as fast as Brother Chen Lang."

"Huh?" This made Zhong Haoran startled, "What's going on?"

Is there a big fish this time?
"Brother Chen Lang has killed all those people. All their things are with him," she said.

You have no idea how wonderful it is.

Zhong Haoran was stunned for a moment, and the words he was preparing were stuck in his throat. Kill them all? What's going on? Are we talking about the same mission?

"Did you go to Chaihu Town?"

"Correct."

"You killed them? Those little leaders of the Pingtian Sect?"

"Yes." "How could you kill them?" Zhong Haoran knew Chen Lang's cultivation level very well.

Besides, does this mission require killing people?

"I asked someone from Tianluo for help. I heard their name is Blood Swallow." Chen Lang answered. He had nothing to hide. "I raised the money from selling mines."

Blood Swallow.
No, why did you kill them?

You said they didn't resist, could it be that they didn't have time to resist?
Zhong Haoran had also heard of the name Xueyan, a well-known figure in the world of independent cultivators. If that person took action, it would indeed be possible.

But the key is, how did you do this for a good welfare task? Who gave you the instructions?

"Are you helping him kill people by using my pen?" Zhong Haoran asked his daughter.

"No, Brother Chen Lang doesn't need your help. He killed them all by himself. I only took action because others wanted to steal the things that Brother Chen Lang had seized."

Zhong Yuling was very proud, "Don't underestimate Chen Lang, he is very powerful, he dares to beat people casually, and even dares to take off his pants in public."

If it were his father, he would never dare to do that.

There was silence.

"Anything else you want to teach me?" Chen Lang asked. He was in a hurry to identify the box, so why did Old Deng keep talking endlessly?

"..."

"You don't have to take what I just said too seriously."

Zhong Haoran thought for a moment, "In fact, sect harmony is still very important. You should be more careful in the future. After all, you are no longer an ordinary disciple. You represent the face of the Tianjian Sect. So, this box of yours was also seized? What's the matter?"

Chen Lang handed over the box. "It is said that it contains clues about the ancient tribe of the Weihuo clan. There used to be a photo stone inside, but it was broken. There are clues hidden inside. Do you think you can restore it?"

"Oh, that's it."

Zhong Haoran waved his hand and the fragments floated in the air. After a quick observation, he found that the beads were probably broken up by external force. It was difficult to restore them, but it was easy to restore their functions temporarily.

At least it was easier than taking back what he had just said.

This disciple was completely different from his previous two, and even his master was caught off guard.

He decided not to teach anymore.

"All right."

After a while, the image stone was pieced together again and became one, with only some tiny cracks scattered throughout.

Then, a halo appeared in the air and the scene reappeared.

In the picture, mountains, jungles, paths, and finally the huge stone gate, and even a skeleton as huge as a mountain, appear one after another.

"The ancient Weihuo clan?" After reading to the end, Zhong Haoran raised his eyebrows slightly and understood why Chen Lang was anxious to let him see this.

"Can you tell where this is?" Chen Lang asked.

"There are too few things to see." Zhong Haoran believed that he was not a ground-bound spirit, and could not get the specific location based on this little information. He pondered for a moment and said:

“But I doubt that this thing exists.”

"Is it fake?" Chen Lang asked.

“No.” Zhong Haoran shook his head. “From the picture, it looks like this is an undeveloped ancient ruins of the Wicked Fire. I know a little about this ancient race. Their bodies are huge. With a body like this, if there is any movement, it can be sensed thousands of miles away.

That was during the ancient times of the immortals, but now the heaven and earth are dry, and the cultivators are more sensitive to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Unless there are no cultivators within a thousand miles of this location, otherwise, with such a commotion, this relic should have appeared in the world long ago and caused a sensation. "

"Should I go then?" Chen Lang doubted.

This is a task assigned by the system, how could it be fake?

(End of this chapter)