The Last Wandering Occultist
Chapter 223

Republic of China: The Last Jianghu Sorcerer

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Chapter 236: Bullfrog

All manner of characters hurried back and forth across the stage like butterflies flitting through flowers. The outer sect elder questioned them one by one without betraying anything, until he had a clear picture of how the disciples in this Spirit Stones mine really lived.

There was no need for an overly detailed description.

The lives of these mining disciples were all distilled into the line sung by the squad leader Lei Xiaosan played when he first appeared: "Day after day, we mine like beasts of burden. Are we doomed to be frogs at the bottom of a well?"

The Haotian Sect had great hopes and expectations for its mining disciples, praising them as the sect's solid foundation and contributors to the great undertaking of immortal cultivation. Every spirit stone they mined added another brick to the sect's grand vision.

The words were splendid, like echoes in the mine.

Yet none of those lofty True Inheritor Disciples ever deigned to set so much as half a foot inside this mine where daylight never reached.

Those Discipline Hall overseers who swaggered about with whips were not really direct disciples either.

Their talent was merely a little better than the miners', and they were willing to work hard at cultivation. That had allowed them to rise from the outer sect into the inner sect. Having been fortunate enough to gain authority over some of the sect's practical affairs, they were eager to assert their status through intimidation.

Meanwhile, the True Inheritor Disciples lounged at ease in the rear chambers of the Haotian Grand Hall, holding inexhaustible supplies of supreme-grade spirit stones as their cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

They had no need to lower themselves to participate in any Sword Testing Tournament, nor did they need to trouble

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