Chapter 58 Strict hierarchy
Qin Yun held the token and listened to Fatty Liu's words. He continued to walk up the mountain path.
It had to be said that the Leiling Sect did have the scent of an Immortal Sacred Land. Eighteen mountain peaks rose and fell in succession. The mist was shrouded in lush vegetation. Behind these clouds, there were palaces of great magnificence and grandeur.
Right now, Qin Yun was at the outer perimeter of the Leiling Sect , the shortest of the eighteen peaks of the Leiling Sect , the Little Thunder Peak.
Although Little Lei Feng was the shortest mountain peak, it was still relatively speaking. If he took it out alone, it would definitely be a place of scenery that towered into the clouds.
The path of Little Lei Feng Mountain was steep and winding. To reach the top of the mountain from here, one had to walk more than a dozen miles.
Such a journey might not be much to Qin Yun, whose body had been tempered by the Primordial Blue Lotus Technique for a long time, but to those ordinary rich family disciples and even those servant disciples in the sect, this was a matter that took their lives. This time, they would have to spend a day tossing and turning.
Qin Yun did not use the Wind Shadow Steps to climb up quickly, but instead walked up one step at a time, neither hurriedly nor slowly.
The reason for this was because Qin Yun was carefully considering it. After all, he didn't know if there was an old monster observing his every move.
After walking for a few hours, Qin Yun finally reached the top of the mountain and finally saw the buildings hidden behind the forest.
Qin Yun stepped up the stairs and entered a very wide open space in front of him. The entire open space was paved with white marble. It should be used by servant disciples to cultivate swordsmanship.
Next was a row after row of houses. These houses were all antique, exquisite, and gorgeous. It seemed that they did not want the place where the servant disciples lived at all.
Young disciples in grey clothes passed by from time to time. They must be the disciples of the Labor Hall.
Qin Yun had heard a brief introduction from Qin Batian. This Lightning Spirit Sect was extremely strict, and the clothes they wore were different for different disciples. The servant disciples wore gray cloth clothes, while the outer sect disciples wore white brocade robes.
The inner sect disciples were the so-called official disciples. All they wore were clothes made of high-grade blue silk.
As for the elite disciples, their treatment was even more generous. All they wore were purple cloud brocade magic robes that had been specially refined and could withstand the full power of a first level Heavenly Master.
Therefore, in the Leiling Sect , disciples in different colors had different positions. The gray cloth-clothed servant disciples naturally had the lowest status.
Any disciple with a low status must see a disciple with a high status. This was the rule of the Leiling Sect .
Qin Yun was somewhat disgusted with such a hierarchy, but it hadn't reached the point where he hated it. Furthermore, he didn't think that he had the strength to challenge the Leiling Sect 's centuries-old rule.
Of course, he was not the kind of person who allowed others to trample on his dignity. As long as someone touched his bottom line, even if it was an elite disciple, he would still be able to kill him.
When the surrounding disciples saw an outsider like Qin Yun, they weren't surprised at all. After all, the Leiling Sect would send in a new Labor Disciple every once in a while, so Qin Yun's appearance didn't attract much attention from them.
However, their gazes at Qin Yun were filled with pity, which made Qin Yun frown slightly.
Qin Yun glanced around and discovered the only two-story building in the center: the Labor Hall.
Qin Yun walked into the Labor Hall and found that there was a lot of space inside.
Inside sat a disciple dressed in grey but with a purple lightning embroidered on his sleeve. At this moment, he was crossing his legs, leaning back in his chair and sleeping with his eyes narrowed. Qin Yun guessed that he was the steward of the Labor Hall.
So he walked forward and asked, "Senior Brother, are you the steward here?"
When the disciple heard the voice, he opened his eyes and looked at Qin Yun impatiently. Then, he continued to sleep with his eyes closed.
Qin Yun was just about to continue asking, "Excuse me …"
The disciple immediately jumped up from his chair and scolded, "I don't have eyes. I didn't see that I was sleeping. What should I do when I wake up?"
After saying that, he continued to fall asleep on the chair.
Qin Yun frowned slightly. He was polite to the other party. The other party treated him like a soft persimmon, which made him a little angry.
However, the other party was the steward of this place after all. If he provoked the other party on the first day, he might not know how to deal with him in the future.
Of course, the opponent was only an eighth level Heavenly Martial Cultivator, so it was impossible for him to pose much of a threat, but it would bring him a lot of trouble.
Hence, Qin Yun chose to endure for a while and stood in the hall waiting for the steward disciple to wake up.
About an hour later, the steward disciple finally yawned. He sat up from his chair and looked at Qin Yun. "Do you have a token?"
"Yes." Hearing his words, Qin Yun hurriedly took out a token from his bosom and handed it to the steward disciple.
The steward disciple glanced at the token and tossed Qin Yun a Cosmos Sack. He said coldly, "There is your identity token and the Little Thunder Spiritual Art inside. Take it back and cultivate. Next, you can go directly to the kitchen. When you get there, someone will tell you what to do."
"Alright, thank you, Senior Brother." Qin Yun hurriedly pretended to be grateful.
The steward disciple sneered and waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up and scram. I still need to sleep for a while."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Qin Yun hurriedly nodded and walked out the door.
When the steward disciple saw Qin Yun leave, he revealed a disdainful expression and said, "Tsk, aren't they just rich young masters from wealthy families? When they arrive at this daddy's place, they can't obediently behave like grandchildren."
After saying that, he leaned back on his chair and continued to sleep.
Just as Qin Yun was about to walk out of the door, he turned around and glanced at the steward disciple who was lying on the chair ready to continue sleeping. Suddenly, a wicked smile appeared on his face.
Qin Yun immediately used the Illusion God and turned into an unfamiliar appearance. Then, he used the Wind Shadow Steps and appeared behind the steward disciple. Then, before the steward disciple could open his eyes, he directly gave the steward disciple a beating until his face was swollen like a pig's head.
After the fight was over, he executed Wind Shadow Steps and disappeared into the hall.
During this period, Qin Yun deliberately let the steward disciple see his face. In order to prevent the steward disciple from suspecting him, the face that the steward disciple saw was completely unfamiliar.
Sure enough, not long after Qin Yun left the main hall, the steward disciple's furious curse sounded in his ears.
"F*ck your ancestor's eighteen generations! Which bastard ambushed me? Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, I'll cut you into thousands of pieces!"
Qin Yun laughed loudly and beat up the arrogant steward disciple. He felt much more at ease. At the same time, Qin Yun had also thought about it. In the future, he would teach whoever was unhappy a lesson in this way.
Now, he increasingly discovered that this Illusory God was an extremely amazing divine ability.
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