Chapter 637 - Planting Herbs in the Sect (2/2)

That cultivator with the surname He scanned Zuo Shuming from head to toe, full of contempt. “You’re the newbie named Zuo Shuming?”

“That’s right!” Zuo Shuming nodded.

Something flashed across the man’s eyes as he lowered his eyes to look at the accounts book. “From this day forward, you will be in charge of tending to the spirit field on the extreme north of the rear mountain! Every three months, you will hand in a batch of low-grade spirit herbs. Remember that you cannot hand in less than 50 stalks.”

“Plant spirit herbs?” Zuo Shuming stared blankly at him, not believing his ears.

Lonemoon, who had been listening by the side, frowned. He stepped forward. “Senior Brother, if I’m not wrong, no outer sect disciples will only be put in charge of tasks like harvesting spirit herbs. Since when were they also required to plant spirit herbs?”

“There are not enough people on the rear mountain planting spirit herbs. Of course we need the newbies to help out. What’s more…” The disciple named He cast another dirty look at Zuo Shuming and tutted. “I heard that you haven’t been training for the past few days. Instead, all you’ve been doing over the past couple of days is spreading false rumors outside the sect that you’re looking for a couple of friends. You haven’t even completed a single task properly. My Gui Yi Sect has no room for sneaky disciples. I’m giving you a chance to make up for your mistakes.”

Lonemoon frowned even more deeply now. Zuo Shuming had been wasting time looking for people, but the sect was only supposed to take account of all the tasks once every month. It had only been a few days since Zuo Shuming had been issued with a task. How could they use this reason to send him to plant spirit herbs in the field? This was too ridiculous, wasn’t it? Unless someone was out to get him on purpose. And this person could be none other than the invader.

“Senior Brother He, newly recruited disciples are not experienced enough to plant spirit herbs immediately. I’m afraid that’s not appropriate,” Lonemoon tested.

“How is it inappropriate!” The man was getting more agitated by the second. He glared at Lonemoon and said, “He has to learn if he doesn’t know how to do it, right? What do you all think Gui Yi Sect is about? If you’re so worried, why don’t you go with him?”

“Senior Brother He, you can’t-” Zuo Shuming anxiously tried to explain.

The cultivator with the surname He cut in, “It’s settled then. If you don’t want to do it, then get out of Gui Yi Sect.” He turned around and left.

Suddenly, all the cultivators left behind turned to look at Lonemoon and Zuo Shuming with pity. Yet, they did not dare to get involved. One by one, they returned to their own apartments, as if afraid that they would catch the trouble that Lonemoon found himself in.

Lonemoon lowered his gaze and turned to face Zuo Shuming. Indeed, the invader was picking on him on purpose. But what exactly was he trying to do?

“Brother Lonemoon…” Zuo Shuming looked at him guiltily. “I’m going to talk to Senior Brother He. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Forget it!” Lonemoon waved his hand, unbothered. “It’s just planting a few spirit herbs, right? Don’t worry – I know how to do that!” Their invincible Sect did rely on spirit herbs to raise their disciples after all. What hadn’t Radish planted before? What’s more…”

“But Senior Brother Lonemoon…” Zuo Shuming started to say something else.

Lonemoon interrupted him, “Go back and make some preparations. I will see you again in an hour.” He turned to head back to his own house.

Zuo Shuming stared at him anxiously. As Lonemoon got further and further, he decided that he best return to his own house as well.

The moment Lonemoon entered the house, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and took the last piece of meat. Then, he scooped some rice into a bowl and sat down, wolfing down his food.

“Oh, that’s right, Chef!” He turned to the array next to him as he spoke. Chef was inside, cooking. “Come with me to the rear mountain this afternoon.” `

Shen Ying, who just lost a piece of meat: “…”