Chapter 5 (1/2)

Chapter 5: Yes, I’m Beating You Up

Translator: Myriea

Editor: Brian

The entire two and a half square miles of [Herb Fields] of [Qing-Yun Sect] reverberated with the name of a man, gluttony in human form, Fang Xing.

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In the two months since Fang-Xing devoured at least 10 pounds of meat every day. And this didn’t even include the rice, fruits and vegetables, and wine that he ate on the side. On some occasions, Fang-Xing would even buy herbs and tonics to go along with his enormous diet. Thanks to him, all of the five Daotongs underneath Fang-Xing had easily, and deliciously, gained themselves an extra layer of fat with a side of double chins…

Yet despite his enormous diet and his Daotongs becoming fatter each day, Fang-Xing somehow became thinner as the days went by. In fact, he became so thin that he was like a piece of paper; a gentle wind could easily send him flying. Fang-Xing, however, was ecstatic by the sudden changes to his body and his eyes s.h.i.+ned with br.i.m.m.i.n.g energy.

‘As I expected. [Qing-Yun Sect’s Qi Formation] is really powerful… No wonder Uncle Joshu was no match for that man,’ Fang-Xing’s mind wandered on as he stared at the rabbit roasting crisply on the bonfire in front of him.

In these two months, Fang-Xing and his “apostles” blew all their savings on food and, so, they resorted to hunting for food. After all, Fang-Xing couldn’t really ask his Daotongs to sell themselves… besides, they wouldn’t sell for much anyways.

Another drastic change to Fang-Xing’s body occurred in his five senses. Ever since he practiced in his crazy method, Fang-Xing had grasped the basic flow of Qi; his eyes and ears became much sharper than ordinary folk, making hunting a breeze for him.

On one occasion, Fang-Xing ran into a wild wolf and fought with it. He grabbed its tail to jump on the wolf’s back and then bas.h.i.+ng it with his bare hands until the poor sucker died. By the time Fang-Xing dragged back the wolf back to his wooden cabin, w.a.n.g and the rest of the Daotong’s were so stunned that they almost peed their pants. From that day onwards, “Fang-Xing Laoda” was no longer a t.i.tle forced upon them, but rather something they wished to call him from the bottom of their hearts.

‘I finally have enough Qi to circulate one full Zhou’Tian 1. I wonder if this counts as reaching the first tier of [Spirit Stage]?’ Fang-Xing thought to himself. According to the rules of the Sect, once a Daotong reached the first tier of [Spirit Stage], they will be excused from any hard labor and, instead, receive numerous benefits, and finally becoming a real disciple of the [Qing-Yun Sect].

[Qing Yun Sect’s Qi Formation] did not mention anything on how to distinguish the differences between each tier, so Fang-Xing had no idea how close or far he was to reaching the first tier.

“Laoda! We’re back with the firewood,” Freckled-Boy shouted, smiling broadly. He and w.a.n.g stood side by side, each holding a bundle of firewood on their backs.

Although Fang-Xing and his group started hunting for food, the work at the [Herb Field] could not be delayed. As a result, the Daotongs took turn hunting with Fang-Xing. Today, it was Freckled-Boy and w.a.n.g.

Back when w.a.n.g was Laoda, there was a clear chain of command between each member: w.a.n.g bullies Number 2; Number 2 bullies Number 3; and so forth. But as Fang-Xing became Laoda, everything had become much easier. No bullying was allowed within the group and all of them obediently followed underneath Fang-Xing. Everytime w.a.n.g habitually ordered Freckled-Boy or Ghost Face, Fang-Xing would kick him until he stopped.

“The fire’s almost out! Hurry up you two!” Mocked Fang-Xing, hurrying the boys over.

The supposedly simple and ascetic lifestyle of these Daotongs had now become quite full-filling.

[Editor’s note: I can’t help it, I have a pun-ing disorder.]

After the hunt, as they were portioning out the cooked hare, one of the Daotong ran while screaming, “Laoda! In the [Herb Field], there are people claiming that they are from the head department and they’re looking for you guys. They’re really angry because you guys are not there!”

All three of them looked up and saw Ghost Face. Fang-Xing wondered and said, “Isn’t the monthly inspection tomorrow? What are they doing here today?”

“I’m not sure. But apparently a s.h.i.+xiong pa.s.sed our [Herb Field] and decided to drop in unscheduled,” upon hearing this, w.a.n.g looked surprised and bitter.

Normally, no one ever bothered them as long as the [Herb Field] was maintained well. Even someone from the [Yaosi Department] would only check once in every 3 months to make sure no slacking occurred. Although, if the [Yaosi Department] found something wrong or unusual during their visit, the Daotongs would have a huge cut-back on their monthly wage. In certain cases, there were some rumors of severe punishments being carried out. Therefore, no Daotong welcomed the s.h.i.+xiong in the [Herb Field] as the s.h.i.+xiongs would often use the inspection to blackmail some silvers off the Daotongs.

Now that there was someone in their [Herb Field] for an early inspection, Freckled-Boy was so scared that his face turned pale as Ghost Face.

Then, suddenly, Fang-Xing broke the silence and said, “What are you all afraid of? I’ll go have a look,” while spitting the gra.s.sroots that he was chewing and ordering w.a.n.g to clean up their bonfire.

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In the [Herb Field].