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Long Xiao Yun had to bear all the humiliation and be a coward. He had to do a lot of work every day, and had to be bullied by Lu Han Yang and the other two. Chopping firewood and cooking, mining and hunting for herbs, almost everything. After one month, he had almost no time to train, so he was originally only one step away from reaching the seventh level of the First Grade.

However, after working hard for a long time, Long Xiao Yun's body was not destroyed. Instead, it had become much stronger, and the internal injuries within his body had somewhat healed. However, it would still take some time for him to recover.

After staying among the new disciples for a month, Long Xiao Yun finally understood the concept of a family. The relationship between ordinary families and noble families was unfair, but they never thought that this injustice would continue on the path of training.

On the surface, the Thousand Mountains Sect treated disciples with equal treatment, but when they accepted disciples, they still had a clear bias against them. The unspecialized disciples, because they didn't have a family background, could only enter the sect and had to work hard every day. Although the external disciples also had to work hard, it was a lot easier for them since at least they wouldn't be as tired as Long Xiao Yun, who was like a dog, and their cultivation didn't improve at all.

In comparison, the inner chamber disciples and the direct disciples could be considered the true disciples of the Thousand Mountain Sect. They did not need to take on any labour, and there were even people who attended to them on a daily basis. What they needed to do was to raise their cultivation base as fast as possible and become a true expert. They did not need to worry about anything else.

This sort of thing was something Long Xiao Yun could only hope for now. He could only continue to lie low and try his luck. Today, Long Xiao Yun was assigned the task of going up the mountain to pick an herb called the hemostasis grass. It was a very low-grade herb, but it was an essential ingredient for the hemostasis ointment.

Hemostasis Ointment was an essential medicine for cultivators, but it was also divided into three grades. The best Hemostasis Ointment was the ninth grade, and the worst was the first grade. Even though it was Hemostasis Ointment, its effects were very different. Moreover, not everyone could concoct the Hemostasis Ointment. Only a professional alchemist would be able to concoct it. The higher the rank of an alchemist, the better the ingredients would be. Thus, in the Space and Time of Martial Arts, besides those with high cultivations being revered, high level alchemists were also praised. After all, everyone had their own injuries.

The injuries that Long Xiao Yun had suffered were not incurable. If he had a good medicine for internal injuries, then the healing process would naturally be much faster. However, good medicines were naturally rare and expensive. For example, a level nine hemostatic ointment only required ten stalks of hemostatic grass. Any level one alchemist could concoct one. However, a level eight hemostatic ointment required double the amount of hemostatic grass, and he still needed a level two alchemist to concoct it.

If he wanted to make the level nine hemostatic ointment, he would need two thousand five hundred and sixty hemostatic grass, and he would also need a level nine alchemist to make it. Moreover, the success rate was not even one hundred percent. The number of Grade 9 Alchemists could be counted on one hand, so this Level 9 Hemostatic Ointment basically did not exist. Even if there was, it would be extremely expensive!

Even though Long Xiao Yun had several tens of gold, he could only buy some low-grade medicine. Otherwise, even if he had more money, he would still spend it all! Long Xiao Yun wasn't rich, so he could only save some money. Perhaps in the future, he would need this money to save his life.

Early in the morning, Long Xiao Yun carried the bamboo basket on his back, brought along his special scythe, and headed towards the depths of the mountains to gather herbs. Of course, he was the only one who set out on their own. The three of them were lazy and only knew how to bully Long Xiao Yun and give him all the spoils.

Long Xiao Yun knew that there was no point in arguing with them. He might as well dig up the hemostasis grass as soon as possible, and perhaps he would be able to make it back for dinner in time. The Thousand Mountain Sect didn't have many people, but there were many mountains, so not every mountain peak had people. Most of the mountains were devoid of people, and because there were no people, there were many rare herbs.

Long Xiao Yun followed the vines that were attached to the cliff and climbed up with great difficulty. He almost fell down several times, but fortunately, he was not in any danger. He didn't know why, but that rare herb liked to grow between the cliffs. If he didn't climb up and took the risk, then he wouldn't be able to get anything.

Long Xiao Yun's mission today was to harvest 40 stalks of Hemostatic Grass. Originally, he only had 10 stalks, while the other 30 stalks were dug out for Lu Han Yang and the other two. Of course, Long Xiao Yun didn't want to help them, but it would be hard to fight with four hands on two fists, so Long Xiao Yun could only continue to endure.

He had also thought of defeating Lu Hanyang with his Ghost Fear, as long as Lu Hanyang's cultivation level was not that much higher than Long Juyun's. However, Long Xiao Yun's spirit was only slightly afraid, and Long Xiao Yun was not completely sure.

First of all, Dragon Roar must be very close to Lu Hanyang, and second of all, must be able to make Lu Hanyang stare into his eyes. Finally, and most importantly, Long's Roar must be very close to Lu Hanyang, and second of all, must be able to make Lu Hanyang stare into his eyes. In the end, he was the one who suffered the most, so Long Xiao Yun had no choice but to give in and help them dig out the hemostasis grass.

"Found it again!" Long Xiao Yun happily dug out a stalk of hemostatic grass that grew in a crack in the rock. When harvesting herbs like the hemostatic grass, one had to be very careful. It would be best if the roots could be uprooted. Once he used too much strength and tore it apart, the medicinal effect would be halved. Therefore, Long Xiao Yun was especially careful. He didn't want to find the hemostasis grass and end up with a defective product.

But Long Xiao Yun took down the bamboo basket and saw that there were less than ten stalks of hemostasis grass. If it was only his share, he would have finished guessing one or two, but he still had to help those bastards. Otherwise, if he rushed back at night, he would get beaten up again.

Thinking of this, Long Xiao Yun could only sigh and continue climbing upwards. Suddenly, he heard someone shout, "Help! Is there anyone who can help me? Help!"

Long Xiao Yun heard the voice of an old man, and it sounded like he was crying miserably. Although he had an urgent matter at hand, he had no time to delay his rescue, so Long Xiao Yun increased his climbing speed. Finally, halfway up the cliff, he saw an old man lying on a protruding rock.

"Great sir, what happened to you?" Long Xiao Yun looked at the old man, both hands covering his legs, as if in pain. But, strangely, how did this old man climb up here? Why did he climb up here?

"Young man, you've come at the right time. My leg fell. Can you carry me down the mountain? I'll thank you for that!" The old man sized Long Xiao Yun up and immediately made his request.

"Carry you down the mountain?" Long Xiao Yun was in a difficult position. He had climbed up here with great difficulty. If he climbed down there, he would not be able to complete his mission today. What should he do? Was he really going to die here?