Chapter 1257 - The Tragic Divine Herbs Sect’s Skilled Master

Chapter 1257: The Tragic Divine Herbs Sect’s Skilled Master I

“Well…” Feng Ru Qing smiled faintly. “Initially, I hadn’t thought of going to the Divine Herbs Sect. But since you’ve taken Qin Fei’er away, then I’ll go there myself, and as for now…”
The young man panicked, but he tried not to show it on his face. He gritted his teeth hard. “Now, what do you want to do?”
“You let Qin Fei’er go, so you have to stay.”
Buzz!
The huge pot was so excited that the young man could feel the pot salivating, wanting to rush down and swallow him.
“I… I’m from the Divine Herbs Sect…” The young man panicked and took a few steps back.
Before he could even find a chance to escape, Wu Yu was already behind him, making it impossible for him to leave.
The crowds were also startled. Feng Ruqing’s possessed man was Advanced Holy Warrior, but the Divine Herbs Sect was able to remain in the mainland for so many years, it showed that their people must be strong too.
If Feng Ruqing fought against the Divine Herbs Sect… It would not end well.
However…
The crowd fell silent again after they saw the huge pot hovering above Feng Ruqing’s head.
No one knew what level of strength this pot was at, but as it was able to make an Advanced Holy Warrior bow to Feng Ruqing, it must have a power… That was beyond the world’s imagination. In that case, perhaps Feng Ruqing would still have a chance to fight with the Divine Herbs Sect…
“Little Pot, cripple him.” Feng Ruqing glanced at the young man’s face expressionlessly.
The huge pot buzzed as if it was somewhat puzzled.
‘Master did not want to turn this human into a slave?’
“I have no shortage of fighters right now, but my mother’s Fengyun Manor should be short of a latrine cleaner. So, you cripple one of his arms and throw him to Fengyun Manor to clean the latrines.”
Everyone could not help but inhale sharply.
This young man was not as strong as Wu Yu, but at least he was a Holy Warrior, making a Holy Warrior clean the latrine? It was such a waste.
It was such a waste!
The old master Mu’s eyes twitched as he stared at Feng Ruqing sadly.
‘You don’t lack fighters, but I do. If you don’t need them, you can give them to me.
‘He’s a Holy Warrior, and his rank in the Divine Herbs Sect doesn’t seem low. Yet, you’re asking him to clean the latrines?’
“Qing’er, there’s no shortage of people to clean the latrines in Fengyun Manor.”
Nalan Yan smiled sweetly.
The young man was just starting to catch his breath when Nalan Yan spoke again.
“But General Manor should be short of a latrine cleaner. What about this, you send him to your grandfather at General Manor and let your grandfather set him up.”
As Nalan Yan had said so, Feng Ruqing was not forcing him to be thrown to Fengyun Manor again.
She stroked her chin as she smiled. “Mother is right, it’s best to have Grandfather settle him. After all, he is a Holy Warrior. Besides cleaning the latrines, he can also train generals for our Nalan family. The Iron-Blooded Troop also needs someone like him.”
It was hard to get a Holy Warrior’s skilled master that could do more work, so she would use him to his bones.
The young man was chilled to the bones as he listened to these people’s words. He suddenly felt like he was in the middle of hell.
‘Sect Master, these people are so scary, I want to go home…’
No matter how hard the young man cried, these people in front of him did not feel the slightest pity for him.