Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

In the South Wasteland, Azure Dragon Sect was not considered a first-rate power, but in this land, it was an existence that supported the heavens.

No matter which sect it was, they would have to see the expression on the face of the Azure Dragon Sect.

In a huge square, over a thousand service disciples stood there. Their expressions were solemn, but most of them were numb.

Every morning, he would come here to receive a mission. After a day of hard work, he would pick up some food and drag his tired body back to rest. He would continue living like this the next day.

The cycle repeated itself, tossing and turning in exhaustion.

This was also the reason why it was very difficult for the disciples of the Servants' Quarters to show their face.

For a large sect like this, if they wanted to become a Outer Sect disciple, it would be extremely difficult.

If not for Azure Dragon Sect's service disciples, none of them would have the chance to see the Blue Dragon Arts.

"Last night, I was busy researching the system. Today, I'll take some time to study the Blue Dragon Art."

Looking around, other than a few dozen new disciples who looked uneasy and excited, the other old disciples were all numb.

He could not help but sigh. On Earth, this kind of age was nothing compared to the cruel life that existed in other realms.

Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at the stage as an old man appeared in front of them.

"I never thought that this month would be the Martial Uncle Ma again. It looks like we are going to suffer."

"Sigh, that's right. I heard that Martial Uncle Ma was once a service disciple and became a Outer Sect disciple when I changed positions every month, that makes me very excited."

"Don't listen to his boasting. It's just because he fawned over a disciple."

"Everyone should first think of how this month would go, and the labor that would come out would be squeezed out again!"

The few of them could only shake their heads and smile bitterly, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Generally speaking, consuls in service were held by disciples of Outer Sect.

In Nuo Da's Azure Dragon Sect, the servants' quarters were a faintly discernible existence, so no one paid much attention to them …

"Disciples of the Servants' Quarters are entitled to receive two Spirit Stone each month, but disciples with the surname Ma will think of ways and means to deduct it every month, causing them to gnash their teeth in anger."

"Bro, just secretly laugh when you've deducted half. In recent years, you have become even more arrogant. I heard that you have to take both of them into your hands."

A skinny man was sighing emotionally, while another man next to him spoke out.

They were all around fifteen years old, and if they reached the age of sixteen by the time they reached the first level of the Azure Dragon Art, they would be forced to leave this place immediately.

Using Azure Dragon Sect's words, if sects did not raise trash, becoming a service disciple would also give them a chance.

If one was unable to cultivate even when one was sixteen, it could be said that one's achievements in this lifetime were already destined.

"Today is the first day of the month. According to the usual practice, this month's Spirit Stone will be released tomorrow."

"I shall now announce the mission of the janitorial disciples …"

Looking down, the middle-aged man who everyone called Martial Uncle Ma spoke.

He used to walk out of here with a complacent look on his face, but now everyone's position had changed.

"Spiritual Martial Force, Duan De, Wu Feng …" "The three hundred of you will be in charge of chopping firewood at the back of the mountain today."

"As for the three hundred of you, you will be in charge of managing the Spiritual Medicine Garden."

"Alright, the rest of you go to Spirit Beast Mountain and take care of the related matters."

The daily tasks of the servants' quarters were generally these three things: cutting firewood, weeding, and spiritual beasts …

Qin Fann frowned slightly. He originally wanted to head to the Beast Taming Garden. After all, he had the Bloodline Devouring System.

The people around him did not say a word. Naturally, he would not act like the leader of the group. He would change missions every day, so there was no need to rush.

When Martial Uncle Ma said this, the people below all looked like they were obedient, no one dared to resist.

This kind of life had already become numb, and his original thoughts had been completely tossed out of his mind.

Qin Fann followed behind the group of people, and headed up the mountain, and was assigned the mission of cutting firewood.

Each person had to chop ten Cangwu trees, and then chop them into pieces of wood.

It was easy to say, but extremely difficult because wood was unique to the Dragon Gate. It was extremely hard, and even the old disciples could only see seven or eight of them every day.

When they arrived at the forest yard, the axe was placed there. No one argued with them as they silently took their axes and began to work.

From morning till night, he would have to stay here all day. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the chance to complete the mission.

If it was any ordinary person, it would have been alright, but if they met a Martial Uncle Ma who plucked feathers at night, everyone was prepared for the worst.

"It seems like last night's body strengthening was very effective. With a thirteen year old body, rotating an axe with a weight of several dozen pounds is not a problem at all."

Qin Fann cautiously held onto his axe, and acted like he was looking for a tree.

He secretly observed the speed of others, not wanting to be exposed because of this small detail.

The old disciple was chatting and laughing in front of him, and each blow he delivered caused Cangwu Mu to tremble.

The greatest uses of Cangwu wood were to be used by the disciples of the furnace room, as well as the alchemy rooms and the formation masters.

Many people had come here at the age of seven or eight, and after five or six years of cultivation, their physical bodies were naturally stronger than ordinary people.

However, to practice the Blue Dragon Technique was not as simple as having a strong body. What was more important was one's talent and aptitude.

Time passed quickly, but he didn't express himself. The sky was getting dark, and he had chopped down about four or five trees.

He ended today's mission and received the food every night as a percentage of the completion of the mission.

There was still a short period of time until the end when a movement came from the front. Qin Fann frowned as he looked over.

"Kid, you're new, right? "He's so insensible?"

A tall and sturdy man slapped another janitor disciple in the face.

Focusing his gaze, he saw that the man had an impression that he was a disciple who had arrived together with him.

"You … What are you doing? I was clearly the one who cut it! "

He had only cut down two trees in one day, and his entire body was sore from fatigue. He did not expect that someone would still try to snatch his fruits in the end.

"Brothers, teach him a lesson."

The face of the man in the lead was calm; it was as if he was used to this. With a light wave of his hand, four to five disciples immediately rushed up from behind him.

Bang!

Ye Zichen punched and kicked the new disciple without showing any expression.

The surrounding disciples were talking and laughing; this was something that would happen whenever a new disciple came.

"Fellow newcomers, hand over your rewards for today. This is the first lesson I'm going to teach you all today!"

"In the Azure Dragon Sect, power is everything. As long as the fist is big, it's your call!"

"I'm sorry, but you guys don't have the strength, so today's harvest was confiscated!"

The first man, Wei Yi, had arrived at the Azure Dragon Sect when he was seven years old. Eight whole years have passed since then, and it was said that he had a sliver of hope of breaking through the first level of the Azure Dragon Arts, so many people surrounded him, wanting to hug his thighs tightly.