I seek death to dominate the world of immortality

In comparison, the inner disciples were quiet, and Sun Dongyang, who was tied for first place, did not cause any splash at all.

Some of the inner disciples couldn't bear the blow and shouted, "Master! Did you make a mistake in the calculation? How could Shen Le, who has five spiritual roots, get full marks!"

Other inner disciples also responded.

"There must be something wrong with the grading. How could Shen Le, an outer disciple, get full marks?"

"My paper must have been marked incorrectly."

"We are inner disciples after all. It's okay for us to lose to Sun Dongyang, but how could we lose to Shen Le, who has five spiritual roots?"

They kept shouting and clamoring, so how could the outer disciples let it go?

There were more of them, and their shouts were louder.

"What's wrong with the five spiritual roots? This competition is not about cultivation! What does it have to do with spiritual roots?"

"Who says that outer disciples can't beat you inner disciples?"

"Yes! We just don't have the ability to reincarnate like you do. We are born with good spiritual roots."

"We are all mortals. You just have better spiritual roots than us."

"Besides that, how is it different from us?"

"Master Xiao Cheng said that cultivating immortals does not depend on the starting point, but only on the end point! You just have a better starting point than us, what is there to be proud of?"

"We all know how hard Shen Le has worked in the past two months. Why can't she get full marks?"

"Yes, she uses all her rest time to study spiritual plants and only sleeps for one or two hours a day."

"She stayed in the library from dusk till the next morning, while you were all sleeping. Is it any wonder that you didn't do as well as she did in the exam?"

"You all claim to be extremely talented, and you all are the best among men, but you are still not as good as those who work hard?"

There were few inner sect disciples and they could not refute, so their faces turned red with anxiety.

Yin Yin was so excited that she almost jumped up. She took Shen Le's arm and shook it hard.

"Xiao Le, did you see how angry those self-righteous inner disciples are?"

By this time, Shen Le had already recovered from the shock of getting first place.

"I've already said it before, I will succeed."

She raised her chubby round chin and looked proudly at Sun Dongyang, who was in the crowd and had a pale face.

Sun Dongyang was stimulated by her gaze. He quickly ran to the stone pillar in the square, stood on the high ground, and shouted excitedly to Gu Sheng: "Master! I want to see Shen Le's test paper!"

He also won first place, but he was not happy at all.

It would have been fine if he didn't see Shen Le's decadent look, nor did he see Shen Le's pitiful appearance as he worked as his maid.

How can one accept that Shen Le is being treated like a star and enjoying such glory?
In this case, wouldn't his previous arrogance become a joke?
How could this be possible? Young Master Sun couldn't accept it!
He shouted angrily: "Master - there is something wrong with Shen Le's test paper! I want to see her test paper!"

The inner disciples echoed: "Yes, we want to see Shen Le's test paper!"

Gu Sheng's face turned black. He flicked his sleeves and slapped him in the face. "What a disgrace!"

Sun Dongyang was slapped down from the pillar by him and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

At this time, Zhan Fengliu winked at An Dong, and An Dong's voice with spiritual power floated over the square, "Silence!"

Everyone fell silent.

Zhan Fengliu looked down coldly at the clamoring inner disciples.

He said, "Shen Le's test paper was corrected by this sect master himself. Do you have any objections?"

An Dong's palm brushed across Shen Le's paper, and her paper turned into golden characters, floating in the air.

Sun Dongyang quickly got up from the ground and looked at Shen Le's test paper.

The neat handwriting revealed the serious and stubborn character of its owner, and the test paper clearly showed a perfect score of 100 written in a flourish.

Sun Dongyang's defense was completely broken. He took two steps back in disbelief, looking like he had suffered a great blow.

All the outer disciples admired Shen Le. "Shen Le, you are so amazing."

"I knew you would be fine."

Yin Yin held her head high, looking proud.

"Xiao Le's test paper was corrected by the Sect Master himself. Do you have any objections?"

The inner disciples all fell silent.

Even if he was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to question the leader in public.

Zhan Fengliu stood up and said to everyone with a serious face: "This competition will be supervised by this sect master, the four elders, and Su Cheng, who is selecting the book writing assistant."

"Every move you make will not escape our eyes."

"During the exam, Shen Le answered the questions seriously and did not violate any of the rules of the competition."

“She got full marks, no doubt about it!”

"This sect leader hereby announces that Shen Le and Sun Dongyang will serve as assistants to assist Su Cheng in writing the book."

"The specific time arrangement will be subject to her arrangement."

Everyone looked at Shen Le with envy.

Shen Le's eyes were sparkling, his small fists were clenched into a ball, and his heart was beating wildly.

This was the only affirmation she received after coming to Changbai Sect.

Before this, she was surrounded by voices of disapproval and even ridicule.

Everyone says that people with the five spiritual roots can't do anything.

But she refused to believe it. She wanted to prove to everyone, especially to Master Xiao Cheng, that she was no worse than anyone else.

She deserves to be Master Xiaocheng's apprentice.

Zhan Fengliu looked at the depressed inner disciples and snorted, "If you have time to question other people's results, you might as well reflect on why you didn't perform as well as Shen Le."

"After entering the inner gate, I don't know how to cherish and use my resources that are better than others.
"They have talent but don't know how to improve themselves. They are a bunch of conceited people who are not fit for any great use!"

"You are simply the worst batch of inner disciples this sect master has ever seen!"

His words were very serious, and these inner disciples were very frightened. They kowtowed one after another and said, "I know I am wrong. Please punish me, Sect Master."

Zhan Fengliu: "You are a bunch of arrogant people. Let me show you a little more about yourselves."

He waved his hand and shouted, "All inner disciples, listen to this master!"

"Each of you is required to fetch 40 buckets of water from Zhubang Lake within seven days and deliver them to the caves of the four peak masters of Yushu Peak Forest."

"You are not allowed to use spiritual weapons, magic weapons or other tools."

"This matter will be supervised by An Dong. If one person fails to complete the task within seven days, everyone will be fined ten more barrels!"

An Dong took a deep breath and said, "Disciple obeys your command."

Su Cheng, Gu Sheng and Li Zhenjing's faces changed. All three of them were attacked by memories of those who had died long ago.

Su Cheng was lucky because she took a shortcut and asked the Zhongshan God to help her fetch water.

Although it caused a series of tragedies later, she did not really suffer the pain of carrying water on foot.

Gu Sheng and Li Zhenjing's faces were truly distorted.

Because they really experienced the hardship of carrying water, walking and climbing mountains.

Now that I'm old, I still feel painful when I think back on it.

The inner disciples were so frightened by Zhan Fengliu's words that their faces turned pale.

"You are not allowed to use spiritual tools or magical tools...carry water on foot."

"What's the difference between this and ordinary people doing hard labor?" (End of this chapter)