Invincible Martial God System

Chapter 142 Cold Clouds, Kitchen

Chapter 142 Cold Clouds, Kitchen

Ding Chang is the younger brother of Ding Daxiong, the deputy commander of Shanyin Pass!

Long Fei was right after all; there are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

Leng Yun could tell from Ding Chang's expression that Ding Chang already knew that he was the one who killed Ding Daxiong.

I didn't expect Ding Chang to be so capable, managing to become an administrator for outer court disciples. I wonder how he'll make things difficult for me.

Leng Yun pondered in his heart.

"Do you know this person?" Murong Qin, standing next to Leng Yun, had already noticed something amiss.

"We have some past grievances," Leng Yun said casually.

Murong Qin snorted softly, her two dimples appearing and disappearing as she spoke: "I don't care what grudges you have between you, as long as he dares to hurt my little rabbit, I will take his life."

Leng Yun was speechless. Who could have imagined that such a sweet girl could speak so viciously?

Then, Leng Yun realized that most of the eyes in the entire square were on him, and those eyes were full of jealousy.

Although it hadn't been long, everyone already knew Murong Qin's icy personality. Now, she seemed quite familiar with Leng Yun and had said so much, which naturally aroused the jealousy of the male disciples.

The three elders present also looked at Murong Qin, their eyes revealing a mysterious and unpredictable look.

Leng Yun's heart stirred. He thought that these three elders should know Murong Qin's identity as a demon, but they still kept her here. Why was that? Could it be that the Fist God Academy was also plotting something?

"Zhang Tianchao, the clothing room."

"Li Dayong, tool shed."

Above the square, Ding Chang began assigning the new students to various departments. Naturally, some departments were good and some were bad. Some places were lucrative and didn't require any work, while others were exhausting and didn't even offer any time for self-cultivation.

Outer disciples, to put it bluntly, are more like doing odd jobs at the Fist God Academy. They have to support various low-level tasks to make a living for everyone in the Fist God Academy.

Once you enter the inner courtyard as a disciple, you naturally don't have to do anything but focus on cultivation, and the resources you can obtain are incomparable to those of the past.

Therefore, all the inner court disciples strive to become inner court disciples.

The annual outer court advancement competition is to select 20 people from the outer court disciples to enter the inner court.

Those who knew the ropes had already bribed Ding Chang, so he assigned them to good departments, the rest to less desirable ones, and the worst of all was—

"Leng Yun, the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was somewhat surprised and immediately began to whisper among themselves.

Leng Yun is the dark horse of this year's competition, and in theory, she should be assigned to the best place.

But no one expected that Ding Chang would assign Leng Yun to the kitchen, the most tiring, dry, and low-paying department with the least status!

Qin Feng looked rather grim, but since Ding Chang was in charge of this matter, there was nothing he could do to change it.

Among the crowd, Nangong Jue revealed a sinister smile. He had naturally spent a lot of money to place himself in the best department, and he couldn't help but feel very happy to see Leng Yun's current downfall.

Murong Qin was assigned to the needlework department, the easiest and best department in the entire institute.

Ding Chang's meaning was clear: he wanted to curry favor with Murong Qin, but the latter seemed to have no reaction to it.

In fact, Leng Yun knew very well that it was impossible to get Murong Qin to do any work; there would probably be a lot of laughs to be had.

After Ding Chang finished assigning tasks to everyone, the meeting ended, and everyone left.

Just as Leng Yun was about to leave, Qin Feng walked up to his side.

"Don't be discouraged. As long as you can pass the outer court promotion competition, you can still be promoted to an inner court disciple," Qin Feng comforted him softly.

Leng Yun shrugged: "It's nothing, I don't care."

"That's good. But even though the work in the kitchen is tough, don't forget to cultivate," Qin Feng said. "Also, don't be curious and go look at the Fire Monk; it's very dangerous."

Leng Yun was somewhat puzzled: "Fire Monk?"

However, Qin Feng did not answer again, but walked away.

……

The next day, Leng Yun went to the kitchen to report for duty.

He was greeted by a greasy, fat man who assigned him some odd jobs in a bad mood.

It seems that everyone here is busy all day long, so no one looks relaxed; they all have angry faces.

Leng Yun had not yet seen Qin Feng mention who this Fire Monk was.

On the other hand, Leng Yun's guess was correct; Murong Qin did not report to the women's sewing room the next day.

Then she beat up the two people who came to find her.

This matter should have been reported to the college, and the college was supposed to impose a punishment.

However, the three elders of the outer courtyard did not say anything about this matter, but instead tacitly agreed that Murong Qin could do nothing.

Leng Yun speculated that all of this was related to Murong Qin's identity.

Leng Yun wasn't so lucky. He finally understood why no one wanted to enter this place. The work here was truly exhausting and dirty. At the end of the day, there wasn't even time for self-cultivation. If someone needed to start cultivating from scratch, entering this place was basically a death sentence.

As Leng Yun was sitting by the well, contemplating something, someone sat down behind him—it was Ding Chang.

Ding Chang smiled sarcastically: "So you're Leng Yun. Are you getting used to your job here?"

Leng Yun did not answer.

"Hmph!" Ding Chang suddenly changed his expression and said, "Bastard, you killed my brother, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Leng Yun naturally didn't care about such verbal threats.

Just as he was about to leave, two more people walked over. Leng Yun recognized them; they both worked in the kitchen.

"Senior Brother Ding, you've arrived."

"Senior Brother Ding!"

The two of them said in a very ingratiating manner.

Ding Chang gave a smug smile: "Hmm."

"By the way, Senior Brother Ding, is it possible for us to join other departments this year?" one of them asked.

Ding Chang gave a cold laugh: "That depends on your performance."

Leng Yun felt utterly disgusted by the scene and turned to leave.

"Stop!" one of them called out to him. "How can the new guy be so unruly?"

Leng Yun didn't speak, but Ding Chang smiled and said, "Da Long, Er Hu, this is the dark horse of this year's freshmen. You two should take good care of him."

Ding Chang deliberately emphasized the word "take care of," and anyone with a discerning eye would naturally understand what he meant.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Ding, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Da Long revealed a fawning smile.

Ding Chang nodded, gave a sinister smile, and then left.

Da Long and Er Hu immediately adopted an arrogant demeanor: "So you're Leng Yun, kid?"

Leng Yun remained silent, watching the two quietly, waiting to see what tricks they would pull.

"Hehe, I heard you're pretty good, kid. Today, I'll have a go at you!" Da Long said.