"Good. The Training Hall could use more missions."
Xue Jin nodded, a smile spreading across his face. Ever since Li Qingqiu had slain the emperor, the disciples had become much more eager to venture down the mountain and gain experience. More than three hundred disciples were now out on assignments.
Li Qingqiu asked Xue Jin to tell him how things had been going at the Training Hall, and Xue Jin gave him a thorough account.
Xue Jin could tell that Li Sifeng wouldn't hold on to the position of hall master for long, so he worked diligently and committed every detail of the Training Hall's affairs to memory.
This hadn't held back his cultivation. He was striving to reach the Nourishing Yuan Realm Sixth Layer.
There were no major problems at the Training Hall for now. Xue Jin was an excellent manager. He had divided the disciples into different roles, so none of them had too much on their shoulders.
"From now on, we can let disciples post missions at the Training Hall. That'll give the others more chances to earn money and contributions," Li Qingqiu said.
Xue Jin's eyes lit up. He'd wanted to do that for a long time, but he'd worried it would give disciples from Aristocratic Clans an even greater advantage.
"Just vet the missions carefully. If anyone plots to harm their fellow disciples, show no mercy, even if they have the backing of an Aristocratic Clan or a high-ranking member of the sect," Li Qingqiu cautioned.
Xue Jin nodded. "Sect Master, you can rest assured. I'll make sure the vetting process is airtight."
"I trust you to handle things. Of all the disciples, you're the one who's impressed me most."
Li Qingqiu's words made Xue Jin's heart bloom with joy. He hurriedly responded with a