When Life Runs Out, the Fun Begins-Chapter 8 – The whistles and cheers of the disciples waiting in line behind became a chorus

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Lin Banxian stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, utterly dumbfounded. He never expected that Mu Xiaochuan wouldn't fall for it at all.
"Deacon Mu, you... you can't just stand by and do nothing! Li Dali works diligently, and now he's been beaten like this. You can't just turn a blind eye!" Lin Banxian was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, his voice trembling.
Mu Xiaochuan dug his ear impatiently and said with a sneer, "Lin Banxian, not making him work is already a great mercy. I'm just a deacon; I can't handle this matter. If you're not satisfied, you can go to the Law Enforcement Hall and file a complaint."
Mu Xiaochuan shot Lin Banxian a cold glance, secretly mocking him. Lin Banxian clearly wanted to use him to confront Ye Lingxuan, using her to solve his own troubles. With Ye Lingxuan backed by Ye Mengze, the Peak Master of Youhuang Peak, offending her would bring nothing but trouble.
Lin Banxian's face turned pale as he finally realized that Mu Xiaochuan was no longer the easily manipulated person he once was. It seemed he had completely changed, and Lin Banxian's little tricks were worthless in front of him.
"Deacon Mu, are you just going to let Ye Lingxuan get away with hitting people like that?" Lin Banxian asked, unwilling to give up.
Mu Xiaochuan shrugged indifferently and said, "If you don't like it, go complain to the Law Enforcement Elder."
With that, Mu Xiaochuan turned and left, leaving Lin Banxian standing alone, bewildered in the wind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for rejecting moral coercion, feeling a sense of thrill, and earning 20 Thrill Points,"
the system's notification sounded in Mu Xiaochuan's mind.
Mu Xiaochuan was delighted, not expecting to earn Thrill Points by rejecting moral coercion. He glanced at the system panel, where his Thrill Points had reached 75. With these points, he could further enhance his strength.
***
In the days that followed, Mu Xiaochuan continued to live his carefree life. Since his relationship with Liu Ruyan had deepened, it was as if he had opened the door to a new world, indulging in the pleasures and unable to stop.
In both his lifetimes, he had never experienced such things. Now, with Liu Ruyan's company, he felt like a fish in water, completely immersed in joy. Every few days, he would sneak over, each time leaving Liu Ruyan in ecstasy, unable to resist.
To become stronger, Mu Xiaochuan deliberately spent 40 Thrill Points to cultivate the Withered Tree Revives Technique to the minor achievement level. As he infused 40 Thrill Points into the technique, a warm current spread throughout his body. He felt as if a mysterious power was transforming him, radiating the vitality of a withered tree reviving from inside out, and the spiritual energy within him became more active.
As the Withered Tree Revives Technique reached the minor achievement level, his physical abilities improved significantly. His skin became smoother and more delicate, emitting a faint glow.
With the enhancement of the Withered Tree Revives Technique, Mu Xiaochuan's stamina became increasingly astonishing. Previously, he would shamelessly visit Liu Ruyan, but now, if he didn't go for two or three days, Liu Ruyan would actively invite him over.
After each night spent with Liu Ruyan, although the Thrill Points gained were decreasing, now only 15 points each time, Mu Xiaochuan was still quite pleased. After all, this carefree lifestyle was something he had never imagined before.
Mu Xiaochuan lay on the bed, opened the system panel to check.
[Host: Mu Xiaochuan]
[Thrill Points: 125]
[Realm: Seventh Level of Qi Refining]
[Cultivation Techniques: Withered Tree Revives Technique (Minor Achievement), Dragon-Subduing Staff Technique (Entry Level)]
[Secondary Cultivation: None]
[Spiritual Artifact: Greenwood Spirit-Pattern Staff (Mid-Grade Spiritual Artifact)]
***
However, just as the tree desires calm, the wind will not cease. It was the day for receiving stipends at the Qingling Sect, and Mu Xiaochuan eagerly arrived early to line up. Wearing his neat deacon's Daoist robe, his face was filled with an expectant smile. For a disciple at the Qi Refining stage like him, the monthly stipend was a considerable income.
The place for receiving stipends was a spacious main hall, with a long line of people. Mu Xiaochuan stood in line, watching as those ahead of him received their stipends one by one, filled with anticipation.
Just as it was almost Mu Xiaochuan's turn, a burly, black-clad man swaggered over. This man was nearly two meters tall, with muscles bulging like a small mountain. He wore a black outfit embroidered with golden patterns, exuding an air of dominance. His face bore a disdainful smile, and his eyes revealed a fierce aura.
The black-clad man walked straight to the front of the line, cutting in front of a small, frail disciple. The small disciple, dressed in worn Outer Sect attire, looked terrified and helpless. He glanced at the black-clad man, opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing.
Moreover, the deacon responsible for distributing stipends stood nearby, watching silently, as if the man were his father.
Mu Xiaochuan frowned, clearly displeased. Who was he, Mu Xiaochuan? Was he someone who would just take things lying down? Certainly not! How dare someone of such low status cut in front of him? Did they not know who was in charge?
He stepped forward, standing in front of the black-clad man, and after sizing him up, said, "It's like a toad chasing a frog, ugly but playing fancy."
The black-clad man looked at Mu Xiaochuan with confusion, sneered, and said, "Oh, who are you talking about?"
Mu Xiaochuan crossed his arms, "Whoever cuts in line, I'm talking about them."
The black-clad man scoffed, "What are you barking at?"
Mu Xiaochuan retorted, "Seeing such a big pile of dung, I got a bit excited!"
The black-clad man wanted nothing more than to stomp on Mu Xiaochuan, but this wasn't the place to start a fight. He swallowed his anger and said, "I didn't cut in your line."
Mu Xiaochuan countered, "Dung beetle, you're wearing a mask, shameless. Cutting in line affects everyone behind you, not just one person."
As Mu Xiaochuan said this, the people behind started to take notice. The black-clad man, feeling a bit guilty, said, "Ah, I'm in a hurry. Please, everyone, help me out."
Mu Xiaochuan pressed on, "So only your time is money, and everyone else's time is dirt?"
The black-clad man grew angry, "What's wrong with letting me through?"
Mu Xiaochuan chuckled, "Only a father would let his son cut in line. If you call everyone behind you 'dad,' they'll surely let you cut."
Goodness, as soon as he said this, the disciples in line behind burst into whistles and cheers.
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