After Li Qingyang, Lu Qianqian, and other disciples accepted their sect missions, they came to Qingyang Village and began searching for their targets to complete the missions.

“Tiegu Zhengzheng Sect disciples?”

“That brat… when did Jun Changxiao collect so many disciples?”

“Under the big banyan tree, there’s a young man who looks like a young lady. He says he’s following the Sect Leader’s orders to write letters for us in place of Scholar Zhao.”

The villagers of Qingyang Village gathered at the village entrance discussing.

Sitting under the big tree, Li Qingyang heard everyone describing him as a young lady and immediately felt very hurt inside.

Actually, he looked quite sunny and had quite a masculine bearing. The reason he was seen as a girl was still because of his bright sect robes causing trouble.

Before long, a white-haired old woman with a walking stick slowly approached.

Li Qingyang said: “Old grandmother, do you want to write a letter?”

The white-haired old woman turned her ear sideways. “Child, what did you just say?”

“I said, are you here to write a letter?” Li Qingyang raised his voice considerably.

The white-haired old woman still couldn’t hear clearly. She waved her withered hand and pointed at her own ear. “I’m old with bad hearing. Can’t hear clearly.”

Li Qingyang had no choice but to pick up his brush and write the six characters ‘Are you here to write a letter’ on paper.

Just then, Xiao Zuiji, carrying two buckets of manure, came walking from the small path. Seeing Second Senior Brother showing paper to the old woman, he nearly stumbled and fell.

Li Qingyang heard the commotion and looked over. “Junior Brother, what’s wrong with you?”

Xiao Zuiji forcibly steadied himself to keep the two buckets of manure from falling, collapsing inwardly: “Senior Brother, do you think she can read?”

Li Qingyang slapped his forehead. “I forgot—most of Qingyang Village’s residents are illiterate. Even if I write it, they won’t understand!”

He gathered qi in his dantian and shouted: “Are you here to write a letter?”

The white-haired old woman heard him this time, but tapped her walking stick. “Child, can’t you speak a little softer? You’ve nearly deafened my ears.”

“Thud.”

Li Qingyang collapsed directly onto the table.

…

In a courtyard covered with fallen leaves.

Lu Qianqian, dressed in tight white clothing, stood gracefully like a lotus emerging from water, her delicate small hands suffused with faint spiritual power.

“Swish!”

She lightly raised her wrist.

However, the bamboo broom she gripped immediately shattered, unable to withstand the force.

Lu Qianqian frowned slightly. “How did it break again?”

Looking around, three bamboo brooms had already shattered at her feet, dying quite miserably.

“Miss… miss…” Auntie Wang, hiding in the distance using a dustpan to shield herself, said fearfully: “Are… are you here to sweep or to kill people!”

“Hmph.”

Lu Qianqian threw the shattered broom on the ground, fuming: “I already said I don’t know how. The Sect Leader still made me come.”

Sect Leader?

Auntie Wang thought of Jun Changxiao.

She cursed inwardly: “You damn brat, what do you mean by this!”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Suddenly, waves of air came blowing.

Auntie Wang hastily raised her dustpan, but still took a peek. She saw that girl beautiful as an immortal waving both hands in mid-air. The leaves covering the ground were stirred up and condensed together.

“Much more useful than a broom.”

Lu Qianqian cast an icy look. “Hey, where do I throw this garbage?”

“Out… outside the gate…” Auntie Wang hastily pointed outside the courtyard.

“Swish!”

Lu Qianqian shifted her footsteps, as if dancing gracefully. Her tender white jade palm moved through the void, and the leaves gathered into a mass flew toward the wall.

“Thud.”

Su Xiaomo, who was searching the entire village for Little Yellow, happened to pass by outside and was directly buried under a large pile of leaves and branches, ending up extremely disheveled.

“Puhaha!”

The disciples working on separate missions saw their senior brother covered in leaves and couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

“Make way, make way!”

Just then, Xiao Zuiji carrying manure came rushing down from the slope. Unable to control his carrying pole, the two buckets swayed left and right, immediately splashing quite a bit of manure that splattered on their faces.

“Haha!”

Seeing two junior brothers’ faces covered in chicken manure, Su Xiaomo burst out laughing.

After reaching level ground, Xiao Zuiji finally steadied the two buckets of manure and turned back rather awkwardly. “Senior Brother, sorry…”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The two disciples with manure on their faces, eyes flashing red light, approached.

Seeing this, Xiao Zuiji hastily grabbed his carrying pole and ran.

“Don’t let him get away!”

The two disciples quickly chased after him. Not caring about the dirty chicken manure, they directly reached into the bucket, scooped some out with a splash, and smeared it on his face, then grinned. “Now we’re even.”

“Hahaha.”

Su Xiaomo was nearly laughing to tears.

“Bang!”

Another pile of leaves flew from inside the wall, hitting him on the head. He immediately rolled his eyes back and toppled over.

…

Qingyang Village didn’t have many people, only a few hundred residents. Most of the able-bodied men had gone out to work, leaving behind the old, weak, women, and children. Ordinarily, it was rather dull.

After the Tiegu Zhengzheng Sect disciples arrived, going door to door doing missions, it became lively.

Gradually, the villagers understood that the disciples from the Dog Leftover Sect had come to do volunteer work for everyone, and happily accepted them.

“Mister Li, I want to write a letter.”

Under the banyan tree, a seventy-year-old elder smiled. “Send it to my second son in town, tell him to focus his mind more on studying and stop just playing around.”

Li Qingyang took up his brush and began writing.

Over the past few hours, he had already written letters for five villagers.

Some were written to sons, some to relatives in other places. The content was mostly casual family chat—very simple, but precious in its simplicity.

After finishing a letter, Li Qingyang said thoughtfully: “I understand now. The Sect Leader wants me to listen to their hearts, to comprehend something from it.”

…

“Clap! Clap!”

In the courtyard, Lu Qianqian clapped her hands. “That’s about right.”

Not a single fallen leaf or speck of dust remained on the ground. It was much cleaner than sweeping with a bamboo broom.

Auntie Wang collapsed at the main room doorway, her face full of tears without crying.

The courtyard had been swept clean without dust, but the several large trees planted there, which had been in full leaf, were now completely bare. Even the branches had been torn off, leaving only the trunks.

This wasn’t the key point. The key point was… all the various vegetables planted in the courtyard’s vegetable plot had been uprooted and thrown out.

“The rooms still need cleaning, right?”

“Swish!”

Auntie Wang leaped up and guarded the doorway. “Miss, I’ll do the rooms myself. No need to trouble you.”

“No.”

Lu Qianqian said: “The Sect Leader said I should help you with housework.”

With a wave of her hand, she pulled her out and stepped into the main room. Immediately the sounds of ‘clang’ ‘clang’ from teacups and iron basins colliding rang out.

“Ahhh!”

Auntie Wang clutched her head and cursed at the sky: “You damn brat, you deliberately sent someone to torment this old lady, didn’t you!”

…

Dusk arrived.

In the great hall, with the smell of chicken manure wafting about, Jun Changxiao pinched his nose. “All of you go bathe!”

“Swish! Swish!”

Xiao Zuiji and the others instantly disappeared.

Li Qingyang said: “Sect Leader, today the junior brothers excellently completed their missions.”

Jun Changxiao was startled. “Why is your voice hoarse?”

Hearing this, Li Qingyang’s tears nearly fell. “The clients were all elderly uncles and aunties. Not one of them didn’t have bad hearing.”

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder. “You’ve worked hard.”

“Hm?”

He swept his gaze across the disciples. “Where’s Qianqian? Why didn’t she come back with you all?”

“Boom! Boom!”

Suddenly, the ground began trembling.

Jun Changxiao raised his head, watching dust fall from the roof beams. “Earthquake?”

“You brat, get out here!”

Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside the great hall.

“Auntie Wang?”

Jun Changxiao hastily went out, but suddenly retreated sharply, frightened enough to brace one hand against the door frame.

On the training ground, Auntie Wang held a cleaver in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, approaching with murderous intent. With each step she took, the earth shook.

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian stood at the gate corner, saying indifferently: “She insisted on coming to thank you. This disciple couldn’t stop her even if I tried.”

“Gulp.”

Jun Changxiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hastily said: “Auntie Wang, let’s talk… ahhh, Auntie Wang is going to kill someone!”