"That snake gall is extremely poisonous. If you are not careful, you can die instantly. Your death is no big deal, we can just cover you with dirt and blow a horn. But the poison is too strong, if it harms others..." the old man said with a chuckle.

Ye Alan was almost mad to death: "Hey, just take it, this is my life!"

The old man laughed continuously.

Ye Alan took out a white jade the size of a wash basin from her sea of ​​consciousness. It was crystal clear and contained a snake gall the size of an egg. The snake gall was extremely dark green.

The old man snatched it away, broke the white jade, picked up the snake gall, and licked it with his long tongue as if he was tasting a treasure from heaven.

The snake gallbladder burst directly, and dark green liquid flowed out, even changing the color of the surrounding air. He caught all the dark green liquid with his mouth, leaving not a drop, and finally ate the snake gallbladder.

"Delicious!" The old man showed a satisfied smile. He turned to look at Ye Alan and said, "Xiao Lan, you are quite smart. You wrapped it with pure white jade. If this thing breaks, hehe, your sea of ​​consciousness will definitely become a poisonous land."

"The Taiyuan Poison Dragon is one of the ten most poisonous ancient beasts in ancient times. What you encountered was only a half-evolved one. If it were a fully evolved one, and reached its peak, hehe, I'm afraid that this Guisu Mansion would be poisoned to death."

Ye Alan looked depressed: "Okay, okay, don't say anything, I know everything."

The old man was very happy as he had not eaten for a long time.

"This little guy is the 1,364th disciple this year. Unfortunately, he is so tiny. This is his ID card. He has a good physique and can start practicing. The sooner you cultivate him, the more benefits you will get." The old man said slowly.

"The sect's rules cannot be changed." Ye Alan said softly.

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Rules cannot be changed, but what if some people don't follow the rules?"

Ye Alan was silent. Rules are dead, but people are alive. Some disciples, once they entered the menial prison, although their treatment would not change, they started practicing early and left others far behind. Some people did not follow the rules.

"I have a close relationship with the elder who is in charge of the menial prison. If you offer me a few more of these poisonous substances, I will also accept it." The old man chuckled.

Ye Alan was furious: "My disciple, why do you have to do this? I only value character and believe in myself. My senior brother was like this before, and he has now grown into a giant. I can do it too, and my disciples can do it too!"

"Him? He has suffered so much and shed so much blood to reach where he is today. But he is just a mortal body, and his potential for advancement is almost reaching its limit." The old man shook his head and sighed.

Ye Alan did not refute: "Big Brother will not lose to anyone, even the uncle with the vision.

"Vision, it's a synonym for being born powerful!" The old man actually has higher hopes for the eldest senior brother, and now he also feels unfair about his fate.

A super strong physique and an ordinary mortal body. The former has an extremely fast cultivation speed, and the visions he possesses can increase his combat power several times, naturally suppressing his weak cultivation physique. The latter can only rely on himself, with a very slow cultivation speed, breaking through his own limits bit by bit, which requires more resources and more time.

"The sect competition will be held in three months, and the outcome will be revealed in one battle." Ye Alan has unwavering faith.

"Well, come here, little one." The old man turned and looked at Jun Huanyu.

Jun Huanyu walked carefully to the old man, and the old man gently placed his skinny right hand on Jun Huanyu's head. A trace of mental power roamed through Jun Huanyu's veins and bones.

"There is not a single ripple, just like an endless ocean." A trace of disappointment flashed across the old man's eyes.

"Another mortal body." The old man murmured.

Ye Alan said innocently: "Uncle Master, we have only recruited more than a thousand disciples this year. How can there be so many extraordinary physiques waiting for you to touch?"

The old man's beard trembled with anger: "I also have a mission. I touch the mortal body every day. The more I touch, the more disappointed I am." Ye Alan cried out in his heart: Don't I have a mission? A life-threatening mission every month, plus ten enrollment quotas.

"Hey, that's not right!" The old man frowned, "Very strange blood fluctuations, sometimes vigorous and powerful, sometimes trembling."

A little weird, but not much.

The old man sent the two away, but was still savoring the fluctuation just now.

Jun Huanyu followed Ye Alan to a mansion.

It is what they call the labor prison.

When Jun Huanyu entered, he was almost frightened to death when he saw what was there.

There are clusters of small thatched huts inside. They are very short and do not look very protective against wind and rain. They look rather shabby.

A group of sturdy men were chopping wood together, working very hard and sweating profusely.

There was a group of young men nearby, passing the firewood to the big men one by one, a relay. There was a small mountain of firewood nearby.

"Hurry up! The sun is about to set and we've only finished less than half of the work!" A little old man, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth beside them, urging them on.

"Uncle Master!" Ye Alan walked forward and bowed to the old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Alan." He then looked at Jun Huanyu beside him.

His eyes instantly widened into bells.

"Are you kidding me? You sent this little thing here too?" The old man's mentality exploded.

"Does this old man have to help him pee and wipe his butt?"

Ye Alan looked embarrassed: "Uncle Master, this is a good candidate, just practice a little and he will be fine."

The old man pointed at Jun Huanyu angrily: "What can he do? What can he do?"

Oh my goodness, the old man looked at Jun Huanyu's small body, small hands, small head, thin arms and legs. He was almost going crazy.

He had been working as a janitor for so many years and had seen a lot of things. The disciples sent here ranged from boys of twelve or thirteen to old men in their eighties. In short, he had never encountered a disciple as young as five or six years old.

Ye Alan still smiled and said, "Uncle Master, this child has a miserable life. His hometown was plagued by bandits and both his parents died. I couldn't bear to let him suffer outside. So I brought him into the mountains."

Although the old man was angry, he calmed down and looked at Jun Huanyu carefully before saying, "If he doesn't have any outstanding qualities, even if he is trained here, it will be difficult for him to make a breakthrough. Even if he survives these two years, it will be difficult for him to walk on in the future."

Ye Alan was not so worried: "Uncle Master, just give him a chance. This kid is eager for revenge. If you don't give him a chance, how can you know the subsequent results? Only when he has been tempered and walked out of the menial prison, I will teach him personally. Otherwise, that is his fate."

The old man shook his head gently. He had seen too many things. Time really wears down people's mentality. (End of this chapter)