Good person!

“What?”

A scream came from Steward Zhao’s courtyard.

“Waste Pill Room?”

Shen Fan’s entire being froze.

Before he came, he was still thinking about how to trade the top-grade spiritual rice with Zhao Erhu for a chance to go to the Waste Pill Room.

He didn’t expect that Zhao Erhu called him here just to send him to the Waste Pill Room.

However, after a second thought, Shen Fan immediately understood.

The Waste Pill Room was at the foot of Pill Refining Peak, where it was deserted and easy to contract fire poison.

This was definitely an occupational disease!

Therefore, the Sect would change people to guard it every six months, but no Utility Disciple wanted to go.

So, it was guarded by one person all year round.

It seemed that Zhao Erhu intended to transfer him there, and then he would get an occupational disease and die directly!

“What? You don’t want to?”

Zhao Erhu asked with some concern.

Tianxuan Sect was a renowned orthodox Sect, a model of immortal Sects.

Therefore, the Sect rules were strict; even the assignment of tasks for Utility Disciples required the Disciple’s consent, unless many people were unwilling to go, in which case mandatory rotation was required.

No one went to the Waste Pill Room, so it had always been on mandatory rotation, but now it was not the turn of people from Spirit Field to go!

Hearing Zhao Erhu’s question, Shen Fan’s eyes darted around, his chin trembled slightly, and he grabbed Zhao Erhu’s hands, saying in a trembling voice, “Brother Zhao!”

Shen Fan burst into tears, looking incredibly grateful.

“You are truly too kind to me. I didn’t expect that you would protect me even under Li Qingshan’s pressure. How can I ever repay you!”

“Cough cough!!”

Zhao Erhu was startled by the sudden gratitude and lightly coughed.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing!”

“I’ve been here for five years. My wife ran off with someone, I was cuckolded, and the other party even wanted to kill me. As someone with a first-grade Five Elements Spiritual Root, my life will probably be like this forever. If it weren’t for your care, I would have died long ago!”

Shen Fan turned his head and said in a trembling voice.

“In short, Brother Zhao’s kindness, I, Shen Fan, will never forget. When I enter the Outer Sect someday, I will definitely thank you for your great benevolence!”

“It’s nothing, just a small favor!”

Zhao Erhu looked at Shen Fan’s appearance, and his remaining conscience seemed to make him feel a little unbearable.

Then he waved his hand and said.

“Go, go, I’ve prepared everything. Just go to the Waste Pill Room and report!”

Looking at the token and transfer order that Zhao Erhu handed over, Shen Fan quickly took them.

Then he took three steps back, cupped his fists, and bowed, all in one smooth motion.

“Brother Zhao, take care!”

After speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.

He looked as if he was afraid the other party would go back on his word!

Watching Shen Fan’s departing back, Zhao Erhu and Li Wei exchanged a smile.

After Shen Fan was completely out of sight, a burst of laughter erupted in the courtyard.

“Haha… This fool, he really thought we were doing him a favor!”

“Isn’t that right! Does he not know that people die in the Waste Pill Room!”

“He probably doesn’t know, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed so easily!”

“Anyway, this matter is finally resolved. Even if Li Qingshan asks about it later, we’ll have an explanation!”

“But… what about the remaining fifteen Spirit Field after he leaves!”

“Of course you’ll manage them!”

“Ah!!!”

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…

After returning, Shen Fan packed all his bedding, and two large bags of pots and pans.

Finally, he dug out all the top-grade spiritual rice buried underground.

The moment the top-grade spiritual rice appeared, the entire room was filled with Spiritual Qi.

“No, no! If I take it out like this, I’ll be discovered before I even leave Spirit Field, and then I won’t be able to explain myself!”

Looking at the golden spiritual rice, Shen Fan suddenly lost his composure.

Could it be that he should just throw it away?

But right now, it seemed like this was the only way!

Thinking of this, Shen Fan put down his luggage, wrapped the bowl of top-grade spiritual rice, and then walked out with a bucket.

He then arrived at Spirit Field and prepared to go up the mountain along the path.

“Where are you going?”

Li Wei, who had just come from Zhao Erhu, asked dejectedly, seeing Shen Fan carrying a bucket and preparing to go up the mountain.

“I…”

Shen Fan immediately became nervous.

The spiritual rice was full of Spiritual Qi; could Li Wei have sensed it?

“Your Spirit Field is about to ripen. You and Steward Zhao have been so good to me, I thought I’d water your fields for a few days before I leave!”

“What a good person!”

Li Wei’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, and he came over and grabbed Shen Fan’s hand.

“Brother, to be honest with you, I was the one who suggested you go to the Waste Pill Room! If it weren’t for my suggestion, how would you have found such a good job?”

A hint of coldness flashed in Shen Fan’s eyes: “So it was your idea, kid, but I still have to thank you!”

“So it was brother’s push. Don’t worry, brother, I will take good care of your Spirit Field before I leave!”

After speaking, he carried the bucket and went up the mountain.

Watching Shen Fan leave, Li Wei shook his head and sneered: “Fool, he was sold out and is still helping count the money!”

After speaking, he turned and left, humming a tune.

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…

When Shen Fan arrived on the mountain, he immediately found a secluded spot and buried the spiritual rice under an ordinary large tree.

Then he marked the location and left with the water.

After he finished dealing with Li Wei’s Spirit Field.

Shen Fan pondered for a moment and then went to Old Duan’s place.

“Thump thump thump—!”

Shen Fan knocked on Old Duan’s door.

But for a while, there was still silence inside.

“Where did he go!”

Shen Fan muttered, then slipped a small note into the room.

It read: A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring. Under the seventh large tree by the mountain spring! —Old Duan, I’ve gone to the Waste Pill Room. If you need anything, come find me!

Old Duan had given him some spiritual rice, plus three years of care, so giving him this top-grade spiritual rice was only right!

After doing all this, Shen Fan packed his luggage and left Spirit Field.

This place where he had toiled for three years.

As expected!

As he was about to leave Spirit Field.

Zhao Erhu, along with other Disciples guarding Spirit Field, stopped Shen Fan.

“Put everything down, routine inspection!”

Zhao Erhu said lightly.

However, to make Shen Fan leave more at ease.

He came to Shen Fan’s side and whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s just a formality. Work hard when you get there! Strive to enter the Outer Sect next year, come on, I believe in you!”

“Thank you, Steward Zhao!”

Shen Fan cupped his hands in thanks.

Seeing this, Zhao Erhu waved his hand and said to the others, “We’re all brothers, just take a look!”

Even so, these guys were like hounds, wishing they could take all the good things from Shen Fan’s bag!

However, when they saw there were only some pots and pans, their faces immediately showed disappointment.

What a great opportunity to extort things!

Too bad he was a pauper!

But even so, before Shen Fan left, these guys still took out some coarse rice and put it in his bag.

The moment he left Spirit Field, Shen Fan completely relaxed.

It seemed his worries were not unfounded; these guys actually searched him for their own benefit. If the spiritual rice had been on him, wouldn’t he have lost everything!

And if the matter got out, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself.