Conflict

After resting for a while, Zhou Feng prepared to collect his Blood Pills.

This feeding assignment paid wages based on the number of feedings completed.

And payment was settled that very day; it would absolutely not be delayed until tomorrow.

He had heard that wages had once been withheld, which was why the monthly settlement system had been changed to same-day payment.

At the same time, if the amount was found to be incorrect, it had to be clarified that day.

Once tomorrow came, even if the amount was wrong, no one would care.

Zhou Feng had suffered such a loss once before, so he had become more shrewd afterward.

In the Three Gu Sect's brutal environment, lining one's own pockets and deceiving those above and below was hardly uncommon.

Everyone was striving for Blood Pills; everyone was fighting for their own cultivation resources.

The moment he stepped out of the narrow passageway, he ran into Old Wan.

Old Wan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression seemed rather off.

"What is it? What happened?"

Zhou Feng asked casually.

"Trouble! We've got a new supervisor here!"

Old Wan's expression remained grave.

The previous supervisor had left and been replaced by another.

And this new supervisor simply refused to acknowledge the work they had done today.

To put it simply, he was refusing to honor the account.

Furthermore, starting tomorrow, the rewards for all feeding assignments would be cut in half.

Based on Zhou Feng's original work, each time he fed the Flesh Gu, he could receive one Blood Pill.

That came to thirty a month, plus his monthly allowance.

Zhou Feng had been living rather comfortably. Not only did he not need to worry about the Bloodthirsty Gu draining his blood qi,

he could also devote a large amount of blood qi to cultivation. With Gluttony's passive effect, he even had more blood qi at his disposal.

The reason he had broken through to the sixth level of Body Tempering in such a short time

was because he had an abundance of blood qi to spend freely.

The Body Tempering Realm had no bottlenecks at all.

As long as one possessed sufficient blood qi, anyone could slowly grind their way upward.

And once thirty Blood Pills became fifteen, it meant his cultivation speed would slow down.

So it had finally come?

He had anticipated this kind of situation countless times.

In a sect like the Three Gu Sect, no matter how low-profile one was, one would still encounter endless conflicts.

That was because the sect's resources were limited; it was impossible for them to provide for every disciple.

Or rather, even if there were sufficient resources, they would not be distributed to every disciple.

Everyone was trapped within a cage. To survive, everything had to be fought for and seized.

He had already encountered several conflicts before.

The first had been on the first night after entering Gu Mountain.

Xiong Dan had nearly snatched away the Blood Pills of everyone in the Seventh Courtyard.

Zhou Feng, meanwhile, still had quite a few left, and he had also been severely injured.

That night, two people had lurked stealthily outside his room.

He had beaten both of them until they were seriously injured, and afterward no one dared try such a thing again.

Though the consequence was that the entire Seventh Courtyard isolated him.

Ever since learning of the Three Gu Sect's cruelty, he had continually prepared himself mentally.

This was no longer the peaceful era of his previous life.

"Where is the new supervisor?"

Zhou Feng asked calmly.

Old Wan silently looked at him.

"At the Feed Warehouse!"

Apart from the innermost area where the Flesh Gu stayed, several rooms had been carved out on both sides of the cave housing the Flesh Gu.

One of them was a warehouse specifically for storing feed.

Old Wan's work was to gather enough feed during the day and place it in the warehouse.

The new supervisor was currently counting the feed in the warehouse.

"The Feed Warehouse?"

Hearing that, Zhou Feng said nothing more and silently headed toward the warehouse.

Before long, Zhou Feng reached the Feed Warehouse, while Old Wan followed far behind.

"Hurry up! Move all this stuff onto the carts! Get ready to haul it away!"

A somewhat harsh voice kept ringing out.

A fierce-looking man was directing several people as they moved the feed from the warehouse onto horse carts.

Zhou Feng took a look and found that those moving the goods were probably ordinary strongmen.

Strongman was also a job many Outer Sect disciples chose.

Simply put, they did all kinds of odd jobs, and their pay was settled according to the terms offered by different employers.

These people should all have been strongmen hired temporarily.

"Why does he seem so weak?"

As Zhou Feng observed this new supervisor from the side, he suddenly realized that the man did not seem very strong.

His blood qi was far too unsteady, nowhere near the previous supervisor's.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here!"

Zhao Jun also noticed Zhou Feng's presence and immediately shouted.

He looked as though he was used to throwing his weight around, his eyes brimming with arrogance.

When he looked at Zhou Feng, it was as if he were looking at livestock.

Move!

Zhou Feng had no intention of wasting breath. Having determined that the man was no match for him, he attacked at once.

"You..."

Zhao Jun had originally wanted to say something more.

But Zhou Feng burst forward, instantly closing the distance between them.

At the same time, he pulled a handful of fine sand from the small cloth pouch at his side and flung it out.

"Ah!! My eyes!"

Zhao Jun simply did not believe anyone would dare attack him, so he had not been particularly on guard.

After all, he was Young Master Zhao Wu's man. Even at Mountainside Market, no one would dare assault him without cause.

"Was that pouch filled with dirt?"

Old Wan, who had been watching from afar, nearly had his jaw drop when he saw Zhou Feng's move.

Old Wan had noticed earlier that Zhou Feng always had a small cloth pouch tied at his waist.

But he had not known what it contained.

And he had not dared ask casually. Though the two had developed a sliver of tacit understanding, they had not known each other for long.

He had never imagined that the little pouch was actually filled with dirt.

And that it was meant for sneak attacks.

That was right! To guard against all kinds of unforeseen incidents, Zhou Feng had once tried to procure various weapons for himself.

But for one reason or another, none of it had worked out.

There were no shops here at all, and aside from food and clothing, there were no resources to obtain.

Trying to get a weapon was harder than climbing to heaven.

He could not even get lime, so in the end he could only settle for a pouch of sand.

He had carefully selected this sand, and its grains were extremely fine.

Thrown out suddenly like this, it would definitely blind someone for a while if they were unprepared.

Zhao Jun's eyes had been blinded by the sand when Zhou Feng punched him directly in the head.

"Ah~~~~"

Another scream rang out as Zhao Jun collapsed.

Zhou Feng did not stop. Instead, he seized Zhao Jun's hands.

"You're courting death! Don't you know I'm—"

A crisp crack of breaking bone.

"Ah~~ Young Master Zhao Wu won't—"

Another twist.