Chapter 42

"Indeed, we will take care of this matter, fellow daoists of the Xuandao Sect!" Some of the inner disciples also voiced their agreement, believing that Wang Zhuo was right.

The Xuandao Sect members were quite hesitant. The man surnamed Liu was about to refuse on the grounds of seniority, but at that moment, the middle-aged man standing at the back casually coughed. The man surnamed Liu's expression changed, and he nodded, saying, "If that's the case, we'll trouble the senior brothers of the Hengyue Sect."

Wang Zhuo smiled and turned to face the direction where Wang Lin was standing. He loudly said, "Junior Brother Wang Lin, the task of feeding the thousand-legged centipede will be given to you. You must be extremely careful!"

Upon hearing Wang Zhuo's words, all the Xuandao Sect disciples looked at Wang Lin with strange expressions. They couldn't help but understand the underlying issue; Wang Lin must have offended Wang Zhuo.

At this moment, someone from the Hengyue Sect's inner disciples sneered, "I was just wondering who Wang Zhuo was talking about, and as expected, it's this Junior Brother Wang Lin!"

"Indeed, he is suited for this task. With his talent, cultivation is a waste of time, and participating in exchanges is simply impossible," someone else added.

"Such a menial task is only suitable for him, this waste of a person. Junior Brother Wang Lin, you can work hard and not disgrace our Hengyue Sect."

The mocking voices continued, and the Xuandao Sect disciples finally understood. Wang Lin had not only offended Wang Zhuo but also, due to his lack of talent, had become the target of ridicule among the inner disciples.

Such things happen in any sect and are not considered a big deal. Thus, Wang Lin was immediately labeled as a waste in the eyes of all the Xuandao Sect disciples.

The woman surnamed Zhou, sitting next to Wang Lin, frowned and glanced at Wang Zhuo with disgust. She whispered to Wang Lin, "Junior Brother Wang Lin, if I hadn't come, he wouldn't have targeted you. I..."

Wang Lin shook his head. Wang Zhuo's targeting of him had been going on for a long time. From their first meeting, Wang Zhuo had always enjoyed mocking and ridiculing him. The entire inner disciples, due to the rumors that he had entered the sect by suicide and had gained favor with the elders by doing despicable deeds, looked down on him.

Most importantly, he was only at the third layer of the Condensation Qi stage, the lowest level among the inner disciples.

Strength determines everything. Wang Lin glanced at the thousand-legged centipede lying on the ground with a fierce expression and was not bothered by the ridicule.

Soon, Wang Zhuo arranged for a few disciples to lead the Xuandao Sect members to their guest rooms to rest.

The man surnamed Liu, the single water spirit root cultivator of the Xuandao Sect, glanced at Wang Lin before leaving and said gently, "This is Junior Brother Wang Lin, right? Our Xuandao Sect's thousand-legged centipede is wild and untrained. Be extra careful when feeding it, don't get too close, and avoid being injured."

Wang Zhuo gave Wang Lin a cold look and then ignored him. Soon, everyone in the hall dispersed.

The woman surnamed Zhou frowned and spoke a few more words to Wang Lin before leaving.

Looking at the empty square, Wang Lin stood up and walked towards the thousand-legged centipede. He stopped about ten paces away and carefully observed the spirit beast.

Up close, the thousand-legged centipede was a massive creature, its body composed of many segments, each with a pair of black legs. The legs were densely packed, like sharp knives. Its body, segmented like bamboo, faintly glowed with black spots. Most notably, its head had two large pincers that protruded fiercely, making it look intimidating.

Additionally, the most eye-catching feature was the two long red antennae on its head, which moved like two snakes, twisting and swaying.

Seeming to notice Wang Lin's attention, it opened its closed eyes and gave him a cold glance. A chill quickly swept over Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's body felt cold, but the flow of spiritual energy within him easily dispelled the chill.

The thousand-legged centipede's eyes showed surprise, and it gave Wang Lin a deep look before closing its eyes and ignoring him. Wang Lin showed interest, thinking that the centipede, being a spirit beast, had human-like expressions.

After a moment of thought, he walked away and wandered around the mountain. His divine sense easily caught a few small beasts, which he carried back.

On the way, he encountered a few Xuandao Sect disciples, accompanied by some inner disciples who were introducing them to the sect's interesting stories. When these inner disciples saw the small beasts in Wang Lin's hands, they all laughed, drawing the attention of the Xuandao Sect disciples.

One of the Xuandao Sect female disciples, with a delicate and fair complexion, giggled, "Junior Brother, these small beasts won't satisfy the thousand-legged centipede. You should catch a larger worm; that's what the thousand-legged centipede loves the most."

"Junior Sister Ouyang, this fool is usually as silent as a mute. You don't need to pay attention to him. You don't know, he originally had no qualifications for cultivation. He failed all the tests and caused a commotion. The senior masters had no choice but to accept him as a nominal disciple!" someone from the inner disciples immediately flattered, saying.

Wang Lin recognized the speaker; it was Sun Hao, who had mocked him with Wang Zhuo in the back mountain.

"Nominal disciple? But he's wearing a red robe, so he should be an inner disciple of the Hengyue Sect, right?" a Xuandao Sect member immediately raised a question.

"I haven't finished. This waste of a person used some despicable means to win the favor of a senior uncle and was soon accepted as a true disciple. But even so, with his talent, he will only be a laughingstock and will never make any progress in his life," Sun Hao laughed loudly.

Wang Lin glanced at them indifferently, said nothing, and quickly left. He returned to the thousand-legged centipede and threw the small beasts beside it.

The two small beasts, upon seeing the thousand-legged centipede, immediately cowered in fear, trembling on the ground.

The thousand-legged centipede opened its eyes, not even glancing at the small beasts. It opened its mouth and exhaled a thread of black gas. The black gas, upon touching the small beasts, immediately hissed.

In an instant, the two small beasts turned into a pool of blood, which the thousand-legged centipede sucked up, forming a blood column that it swallowed.

Wang Lin took a few steps back, his eyes flickering. Centipedes generally contain toxins, which are their strongest attack.

He had read in a book when he was young that the toxicity of a centipede is closely related to its size. In short, the larger the centipede, the stronger the toxin.