Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 687 Welcome to the Mud-Leg Sect (2)

As the most prominent sect in the New World, the reputation of the Mud Legs Sect began to resound among cultivators.

"Brother, let's join the Qingyun Sect together!"

"Hehe, little brother, what's so great about the Qingyun Sect? If you're ambitious, join the Mud Legs Sect!"

"Mud Legs Sect, what kind of sect is that? It sounds so rustic."

"Oh dear, you've really gone mad from all that cultivation! As the old saying goes, the greatest truths are the simplest, a heavy sword has no edge, and a good sect is bound to be rustic!"

"what……?"

Is there such an old saying?

"The Peasant Sect isn't for just anyone. Look at you, skinny arms and legs, and a clean freak. You can't even plant rice seedlings. I'm afraid you have no hope."

"Ah...? But I'm the God of War!"

"Hehe, the Mud Legs Sect has no shortage of war gods."

The legends surrounding the Mud Legs Sect have stirred up a hidden undercurrent across the entire continent, making it the ultimate sect that all cultivators aspire to join.

In the offices of Dragon Ridge Academy.

Principal Shen Tu, weeping bitterly, clung to Ying Linlin's leg, pleading, "Linlin, please help the principal!"

Three black lines appeared on Ying Linlin's forehead: "Principal, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that it's really hard to see Youyou these days."

“Even if it’s hard to see her, you have more opportunities than me. Go tell Youyou that the entire Dragon Spine Academy has unanimously approved merging into the Mud Leg Sect! As long as she nods in approval, we’ll pack up and move right away, so your grandmother’s remains can finally rest in peace.”

Ying Linlin's eyebrows twitched.

Principal Shen Tu is really good at scheming. Does the Mud Legs Sect allow just anyone to join? Even if you offered Dragon Spine Academy a package deal and paid them to join, the Mud Legs Sect might not be willing to accept it.

He struggled to pull his leg away from Shen Tu Na's grasp, forcing a smile: "It's alright. My grandmother's remains said that she was used to carrying mountains on her back. The weight of Dragon Spine Academy is like a little sparrow on her back. Not only is it not tiring, but she also finds it quite lively."

Having said that, he slipped away and fled out of the principal's gate in a flash.

Principal Shentu gritted his teeth in anger as he watched that figure run faster than a rabbit.

"hatred!"

This kid doesn't care about his alma mater at all!

No problem, as an excellent principal, she has a second plan.

Principal Shentu straightened up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

The grandparents of the Holy Knights Department arrived as she summoned them, overjoyed at the prospect of finally receiving their graduation certificates.

"It's not even June yet, do you think we can get our graduation certificates early?"

"Then we should have a good meal together."

They stepped inside: "Principal, we just ran into Ying Linlin. How come he ran so fast..."

Shen Tu Na suddenly lunged forward, catching them completely off guard.

She grabbed Han Dujuan's leg and, using the same trick again, cried and snotted, "Dujuan, please help the principal!"

Grandparents: !!!

Oops, I got fooled!

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The reputation of the Mud Leg Sect spread like wildfire across the newly formed Brilliant Continent at an astonishing speed, its prominence unparalleled for a time.

Every day, countless cultivators come from all corners of the continent, drawn by its reputation and harboring various motives, attempting to approach that legendary, bitterly cold land in the far north.

Whether to peek inside or to try their luck, they might find the legendary opportunity to get started.

The coastline surrounding the far north island is bustling with activity like never before.

A dense crowd of people, and all sorts of flying artifacts and spirit beast mounts filled the sky and sea.

The sounds of discussion and shouting mingled together.

"The Mud Legs Sect is such a beautiful sect!"

"My God, all the buildings are ice sculptures! It's simply a masterpiece of nature!"

"Please, God of Creation, give us a chance to join the Mud Legs Sect!"

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the far north island within the barrier is exceptionally tranquil.

The old man Xuanwu lay lazily on a huge rock, his weathered and ancient eyes half-closed as he slowly surveyed the magnificent scene on the shore.

"Sigh... I used to think Beiyang was so deserted you could freeze a turtle to death, but now it's bustling, it's really noisy... The life I lived before was truly idyllic..."

On the seabed, all sorts of mythical marine creatures covered their ears.

"It's so noisy! It ...!"

"SpongeBob, shut up! You're the noisiest one!"

Xuanwu slid down from the reef, slipped into the barrier, climbed onto Bingbing's ice boat, and together they took turns sleeping comfortably, one at the bow and the other at the stern!

The city of Far North, separated from Far North Island by a narrow strait, is experiencing its most prosperous peak since its founding!

All the inns in the city were already fully booked, and the owners were all smiles. Even though the room rates had increased several times over, it was still difficult to find a room.

Restaurants and eateries were packed with people, with long queues forming outside every establishment. Most of the ingredients on the far north island were grown from seeds produced by the Mud Leg Sect. One bite, and one's spiritual energy would surge straight to one's dantian...

The chefs were swinging their ladles so hard they were practically sparking.

Similarly, the vendors selling local snacks, local elixirs, and various souvenirs from the far north were doing booming business.

The people of the entire northernmost city were as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their enthusiasm was soaring, and their service was at its peak.

They spontaneously organized themselves to maintain order and provide guidance, eager to show their best side to all outsiders.

"Let our friends from outside see how warm and hospitable the people of our Far North City are."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Let's make our Far North City famous!"

"Keep up the good work! His Majesty will definitely see our performance this year."

In stark contrast to the fervor of the outside world, within the barrier, the Mud Leg Sect itself maintained its unique rhythm and atmosphere.

The disciples should cultivate, farm, or conduct research.

Hardworking students may even have the opportunity to study at QQ Farm.

The hustle and bustle outside seemed to be a world away from them. For them, the biggest impact of the sect's sudden popularity was probably that they needed to be more careful to conceal their whereabouts when going out to purchase goods or carry out sect missions, so as not to be surrounded by enthusiastic crowds.

The core mission of the sect remains scientific research.

But after a while, Senior Sister Helan Yinling couldn't help herself and asked while reporting the results to Qin Youyou, "Sect Master, um... have you considered... taking on more students? There are so many people waiting outside."

Qin Youyou was nestled on the sofa in the living room of her little villa, holding a steaming cup of milk tea.

This is a new product developed by Mu Jing.

Upon hearing this, she took a sip of the tapioca pearls in her milk tea, chewed them, and thought to herself, "So delicious."

According to Mu Jing, this is specially made with cassava flour and chewy fish glue from the cold pool.