Many handyman disciples stood with their hands tied, listening quietly to Steward Wang's irritable and impatient voice.

"The first thing is to clear out the spiritual field."

"In recent months, something has happened to two other disciples in the Lingtian Department. One is Wang Fugui, who has five spiritual roots. He died of old age. His sect's merits have been exhausted, leaving only a son and a daughter. Because there is nothing left for future generations, the son and the daughter have no spiritual roots. They are not allowed to stay in Wanchun Valley. They are driven out and the spiritual fields are taken back."

"The other one is Ling Hui, who has five spiritual roots. She left the spiritual field privately and did not return for two months, causing the spiritual field to become deserted. The spiritual field was taken back, and the outer disciples took over the task of tracing it. If she keeps to herself and does not teach the skills, she will be expelled from the sect and become a mortal. If the skills are spread, everyone involved will be killed."

After reading these words, Manager Wang was satisfied to see the silence among everyone.

"Remember, although our Wanchun Valley is magnanimous and rarely conscripts and kills, we do not open a charity hall for free! You, the handyman disciples, have to practice in the outer sect or use small skills to exchange for small skills to learn killing spells. It is just for you to farm and practice with peace of mind. Don't think about other things!"

"For example, Wang Fugui has poor qualifications. He earns some spiritual rice and buys women without any ambition. He can only reach the second level of Qi training in his life. His children will suffer after birth, and he himself will get sick and die. Isn't it ridiculous that such useless things are useless?"

Although Guanshi Wang is not a good person, there is some truth in what he said.

杂役弟子们不安心修行，去找什么女人享受，这就等于把本来就艰难的修行道路自己给断了。

After scolding for a while, Manager Wang added: "One more thing, there are traces of demon cultivators from the Demonic Blood Sect around Qinghefang City. Some of the inner disciples have personally taken action to patrol the city."

"With your low level of cultivation, you will definitely die if you encounter the demonic cultivators of the Demonic Blood Sect. Therefore, you should not go to Qinghefang City again unless you have to. Even if you don't meet the demonic cultivators of the Demonic Blood Sect by then, but if you encounter the inner disciples of our Wanchun Valley patrolling and detain you, I will not take you back!"

"When the time comes, whether you live or die depends on your own destiny!"

After hearing this, Han Yu remained calm.

Next to him, Li Laodao's body tensed slightly, and he was obviously nervous.

After Manager Wang impatiently announced the end and left with the other two outer disciples and Lingmi, Li Laodao and Han Yu looked at each other.

Before they could speak, they were already attracted by the sounds of crying, sobbing, and happy conversations coming from different places near and far.

Wang Fugui's son and daughter were obviously unwilling to be driven out of Wanchungu. They knelt on the ground and begged, and the cries kept coming from a distance, getting farther and farther.

Liu Lan had just broken through the third level of Qi training and was full of joy. Who knew that this year's harvest of spiritual rice was a little worse, and all of them were seized. The next cultivation resources would become urgent. As soon as Manager Wang left, she couldn't help crying softly.

At this moment, Zhang Shan and Sun Kang were comforting her.