The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Sect Master Ye, I Can’t Take It Anymore, I Want to Leave the Sect

The cover had a line of text.

“360 Tricks of Mischief”.

This was the title!

A few days ago, Ye Feng had casually made a small wish, and he received this book as a result, so he copied a part of it as Li Mo Huang’s task.

West of Whitefloat City.

“Oh-oh-oh!”

The rooster jumped onto the wooden frame, crowing loudly and proudly.

“Get lost!”

The irritable Prince Li Mo Huang descended from the sky, kicking the rooster off with his foot and taking its place on the wooden frame, saying to the nearby stunned farmers:

“I am a second-generation disciple of Misty Sect… Ouch!”

The wooden frame was too old.

As Li Mo Huang stood on it, it couldn’t bear his weight and collapsed with a “crack”.

Even though Li Mo Huang was a cultivator and wasn’t hurt, sliding off the wooden frame and landing on the ground was a loss of face nonetheless.

“What a crappy place!”

Li Mo Huang was so angry that veins throbbed on his forehead.

He quickly dusted himself off and said in a deep voice: “I am Li Mo Huang, a second-generation disciple of Misty Sect, here to execute a task.”

After saying that, he showed his task manual.

“So it’s an Immortal Master from Misty Sect.”

“Immortal Master, greetings!”

The farmers around him quickly knelt down, casting respectful looks that Li Mo Huang found quite satisfying.

A short while later, at the chicken farm.

A chubby aunty, holding a bamboo basket, pointed to the hen cages on both sides and explained: “Our chicken farm has over ten thousand egg-laying hens, and we obtain at least eight thousand eggs every day. Immortal Master, watch me do it first, and then you can follow along.”

“You’re teaching me how to do this?”

Li Mo Huang glared, which startled the chubby aunty.

“It’s all for your task, Immortal Master!” the chubby aunty quickly explained.

“Fine, teach me!” Li Mo Huang held back when he thought of the task.

“I don’t believe I, Li Mo Huang, can’t handle a bit of hardship!”

He clenched his fist.

Right then, the chubby aunty opened a chicken cage, used a wooden spoon to push away a hen nesting in the straw, hooked out an egg, and placed it in a bamboo basket.

“Immortal Master, eggs are fragile; you must handle them gently,” the chubby aunty said as she placed the basket down and walked out.

Li Mo Huang looked around and met the gaze of over ten thousand hens. He felt extremely frustrated.

“If it weren’t for this task, I’d split this chicken farm in two with a single sword strike,” he muttered under his breath, then started collecting eggs.

“I am a cultivator, do I need a wooden spoon to pick up eggs? Ridiculous!”

Having said that, Li Mo Huang cast the spell “Great Spiritual Hand,” conjuring a one-meter-long hand in the air, throwing the hens aside, and gripping the eggs on the straw.

Crack!

The egg broke.

Li Mo Huang was pissed off and started getting hands-on.

Then, he got pecked a few times by the hens.

“Oh, you wretched bird!”

Li Mo Huang crushed a hen to death in anger, causing it to let out a scream. He then looked around and saw nobody had noticed, sighing in relief.

By the time Li Mo Huang had collected three thousand eggs, all of the bamboo baskets in front of the chicken farm were full.

“Thank you, Immortal Master!”

“Immortal Master, a thousand blessings!”

The chicken farm farmers and the chubby aunty thanked him profusely.

Li Mo Huang couldn’t be bothered with idle chatter, so he flew around the walls of Whitefloat City and arrived at the cow farm located southwest of the city.

“I’m here to milk the cows, three big buckets.”

Li Mo Huang introduced himself, then looked around, “Where are the buckets?”

The plump and pale cow farm owner ran over, pointing to a large wooden barrel: “Immortal Master Li, this is the big wooden barrel we use for the milk.”

Li Mo Huang looked over, his eyelids twitching.

The barrel had a diameter of half a meter and was nearly one meter tall – it was enormous.

And what’s more, he had to fill three large barrels to complete the task.

“Damn, is this a barrel? It’s more like a vat!”

Li Mo Huang’s temper flared again.

Was he going to be stuck here milking cows until midnight?

“Immortal Master Li, when milking the cows, the technique must be mastered, and furthermore, you should wash your hands before you start, and then…”

The cow farm owner was explaining.

Li Mo Huang was not in the mood to listen.

He felt very down and really wanted to walk away.

“For the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sect, can’t I just endure it?”