Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 493 I'll grant your wish (19)

Mo Qiong never expected that even after falling into a coma, she would wake up to such a despairing scene.

What Master drew wasn't a sect's promotional leaflet at all; it was a recruitment chart for the underworld.

So many people were dead or wounded; an atmosphere of despair permeated the air, instilling boundless fear in anyone who saw them...

Xiong Bufan kicked Mo Qiong with his toe, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go."

We can only eat after we finish our work.

Mo Qiong missed grabbing it, and the painting was torn in two.

Xiong Bufan was very unhappy when he saw the torn painting. This little brat was just jealous of her talent.

Seeing that Xiong Bufan was angry, Mo Feng unconsciously squatted under the table, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Aunt Tian and Uncle Fu watched Xiong Bufan nervously, afraid that if she killed Suixin, she would also send Mo Qiong away.

Mo Qiong: "Master, please don't kill me, I beg you."

I don't want to die yet.

Xiong Bufan: "If you don't want to die, tear up my painting. Now straighten it and stick it back on, don't make me say it a second time."

"Yes, Master, your disciple knows his mistake."

"get out."

Mo Qiong scrambled away with the painting in her hand.

Xiong Bufan felt that he was becoming more and more tolerant. If he had acted according to his previous personality, he would have given this brat a good beating.

Aunt Tian added another bowl of rice to Xiong Bufan's bowl. Their sect leader was getting better and better, more like a benevolent sect leader.

The incident with the promotional leaflet, though a minor episode, completely kicked off the recruitment process for the Mo Shan Sect, and the sect became active again in the martial arts world.

It seems only a matter of time before the sect is brought to prominence.

The flyers were up for three days, and Xiong Bufan sat at the door for three days, but no one came to visit.

Many young people scrambled away as soon as they reached the door. Xiong Bufan couldn't understand if they had some serious illness, running away when they were almost there.

Such people will never succeed in anything they do because they give up halfway.

Upon hearing the news of recruitment at the foot of the mountain, Wang Yue packed his bags and went up the mountain. He also wanted to learn martial arts, obtain secret manuals, and then establish his own sect.

It's normal for sects to post a notice at the entrance, and the Mo Shan Sect seems to be no exception.

Wang Yue curiously leaned closer to take a look; he wished he could gouge out his own eyes.

"Help! Help!"

Hearing the shouts, Xiong Bufan came to the door and saw a boy tumbling and crawling down the mountain, seemingly followed by some ferocious beast.

Xiong Bufan couldn't possibly let go of a disciple who was like a cash cow, so he ran over and grabbed him.

"Why are you running?"

Wang Yue recognized the newcomer as Xiong Bufan, the leader of the Mo Shan Sect. "Disciple, disciple, disciple,"

Because she hadn't received any disciples, Xiong Bufan felt that her standards had become lower. Otherwise, she would have thrown this little stutterer down the mountain long ago to avoid ruining the city's appearance.

Xiong Bufan: "Did you come here to become my apprentice?"

Wang Yue: "No, no, I was just passing by."

Because of that painting, Wang Yue felt that the sect was like hell.

Xiong Bufan's face clearly showed displeasure. This guy was really ungrateful. He kicked him down and said, "Did you pay the toll? You dare to loiter around here. You worthless piece of trash."

Wang Yue rolled out, but Xiong Bufan was still in a bad mood.

There are always people who oppose her; these people just need to be taught a lesson.

Mo Qiong and Mo Feng hid to the side; their master seemed to be becoming increasingly cruel.

Kongkong felt that the problem lay with the promotional leaflet and advised, "Bufan, if you don't take the leaflet down, those vulgar people won't be able to appreciate this kind of art."

Xiong Bufan: "I understand."

On the way back, Xiong Bufan casually pulled off the promotional leaflet and stuffed it into his pocket.

Mo Qiong and Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene; they were finally able to go out at night, whereas before they hadn't dared to move at all.

I was terrified of becoming one of the figures in the painting.

Aunt Tian thought that Xiong Bufan's confidence had been shaken by what happened with Wang Yue, so she comforted him, "Sect Leader, the sect will flourish sooner or later, so don't worry."

"Yes, Sect Leader, we can also make a name for ourselves by participating in the Martial Arts Tournament."

Xiong Bufan: "I know, I'm not worried."

What do you think about turning a sect into a mountain stronghold, collecting tolls every day? Wouldn't that count as gaining fame?

She was very familiar with the business of collecting tolls, ensuring that even geese flying over would have wings left.

Seeing that things were getting more and more outrageous, Uncle Fu said, "Sect Leader, we are a sect, a reputable sect, not some low-class bandits."

Only bandits would do such despicable things.

"Fine, I got it."

Both were organizations outside the imperial court, and Xiong Bufan didn't understand the difference between bandits and sects.

However, they said they wouldn't be bandits anymore, so they wouldn't be bandits.

After the promotional leaflet was pulled down, people from the sect started signing up, saying they wanted to learn swordsmanship.

When Xiong Bufan practiced martial arts every day, they would follow behind and learn. As for internal energy and the analysis of moves, Xiong Bufan would show them the sword manual and let them figure it out on their own.

She never teaches useless people or idiots.

The disciples all came for the secret manual, so they didn't pay much attention to swordsmanship. When practicing with Xiong Bufan, they mostly slacked off.

Xu Da hadn't expected Xiong Bufan and his group to recruit apprentices, which completely disrupted his plans. However, giving up halfway was clearly not in line with his style, so he continued to lie low.

Standing where Xiong Bufan was recruiting disciples, Liu Yanpeng blushed when he heard that tuition fees would be charged. "Are you kidding me? What kind of sect charges tuition fees for recruiting disciples?"

Xiong Bufan slapped him across the face, saying, "This is my house, if you don't agree, then get lost."

Liu Yanpeng was still not giving up, saying, "You are discriminating against students from poor families."

"Did you pay me? Just say I discriminate against poor students. I'm here to teach martial arts, not to help the poor. Don't bother me while I'm doing business."

Xiong Bufan was involved in recruiting disciples and teaching martial arts, and he had exhausted her these past few days. She didn't want to suffer any more grievances.

After being slapped twice and kicked, Liu Yanpeng calmed down and ran down the mountain.

In the martial arts world, money is considered an external thing. When it comes to recruiting disciples, sects generally recruit for free, providing food and lodging after the disciple joins the sect. Their only wish is that the disciple can practice martial arts well and carry on the sect's legacy.

The Moshan Sect's practice of demanding tuition fees was despised by other sects.

But they still sent disciples to register, just to obtain the secret manual.

The more bizarre and arrogant the Mo Shan Sect's behavior, the more it proves that there are secret manuals within the sect.

Regardless of what others think, Xiong Bufan continues to do what he needs to do.

Mo Qiong and Mo Feng were later appointed as the junior sister and junior brother, and spent their days teaching disciples martial arts with sword manuals.

Since they all paid money to get in, Xiong Bufan couldn't let them leave without learning anything. Ensuring his disciples got their money's worth was Xiong Bufan's professional ethics.

There were too many disciples on the mountain, and not enough houses to accommodate them all, so Xiong Bufan began to ask his disciples to donate money to expand the houses.

Everyone has a scam targeting them, and the Mo Shan Sect is the scam of those martial arts fanatics.