Chapter Fifty-Nine: Victory

At noon, Wu Meng and the others finally arrived at the assembly point. The thought of returning to the sect in a few hours made everyone feel cheerful, except for that fat one who looked like a pig's head, Ling Shan.
Leisurely spent an afternoon at the gathering point; by evening, everyone had arrived. When everyone was there, two middle-aged cultivators dressed in azure robes with silver edges descended from the sky, and it was none other than Lingyunzi and Qingfengzi.
“Is everyone here?”
“Reporting to Master Lingyun, Master Qingfeng, everyone is here.” At this moment, a disciple in white stepped forward to report.
“Good, then report on the task situation.” Master Lingyun said, waving his hand.
“Yes!” The disciple in white quickly arranged.
“First, the apprentice disciples led by Master Lingyun, who have been rescued more than twice, there are three teams. After excluding these three teams, the task completion situation is as follows: there are 17 remaining teams, all of which have completed the task of collecting licorice, among which 7 teams have completed the task of hunting the first-grade monster, the Vine Wolf.” After the white-clothed disciple finished the statistics, he reported the task situation to the two.
Lingyunzi nodded upon hearing this, feeling that it was much better than he had anticipated.
A girl standing in Qingfengzi's team scoffed and said, "Hmph, if it weren't for Ulu strongly urging our vine wolves, they wouldn't have been able to hunt down a vine wolf."
“Shut up, why don't you mention that you were almost seriously injured by the thorn wolf and were saved by Ulu?” Le Zheng turned around and glared at the girl.
“Hmph! Even if Ulu didn't come, I could have gotten away on my own.” The girl pouted, trying to sound tough.
“Yaoqin, it was indeed Ulu who saved you this time.” Mu Zhijun said, gently squeezing the girl's hand to signify that she should not speak. However, the look she cast towards Lezheng was somewhat worried. At the same time, her hatred for Ulu grew a little more in her heart.
“None of the apprentice disciples led by Master Qingfeng were rescued.” Upon hearing this, Master Qingfeng cast a provocative glance at Master Lingyun, but Master Lingyun completely ignored it.
“Among them, only 16 teams completed the task of collecting licorice, and of those 16 teams, 8 teams completed the task of hunting vine wolves. That concludes the completion status of the monthly training tasks.” After the white-clad disciple finished speaking, he pushed it aside.
“哈哈，清风子你输了。快吧寒云剑给我吧。”凌云子得意的笑道。
“且慢，凌云，你我输赢与否还未可知。”清风子并不接话，反而淡定的说到。
“What do you mean by that?” Ling Yunzi was about to scold. However, he saw Qingfengzi summoning the white-clothed disciple, showing no intention of speaking to him. Ling Yunzi had no choice but to let it go, watching to see what other tricks you might pull.
“Can you tell me which four teams failed to complete the task of collecting licorice?” Qingfengzi asked the white-clothed disciple.
The white-clothed disciple, hearing this, named the four teams and called them forward, saying, “These four teams collected the wrong licorice. Only one or two plants are correct among them.”
The Qingfengzi frowned upon hearing this and looked at the captains of the four small teams, "Although this licorice is ordinary, it's not hard to identify. How could it be misidentified?"
"At that time, the sky was dark, and I couldn't see clearly," one of the disciples replied.
“Hmm?” Qingfengzi furrowed his brow, and his spiritual pressure descended.
Those disciples were startled, and one of them spoke up, “We’ve searched for a long time but couldn’t find any licorice. When we finally found some, it was already harvested by someone else, leaving only a few that are not mature enough..."
“Don't say it!” a disciple quickly interrupted, fearing that mentioning it would lead to punishment.
However, “bang!” his body was sent flying. “Continue!” Qingfengzi's expression remained calm, with no signs of emotion, but those who knew him well understood that he was very angry at this moment.
“......The time is almost up, so we picked some similar herbs. We thought that this licorice was just a low-grade spirit herb, and that the Master Uncle wouldn't take it too seriously. We were wrong, please forgive us, Master Uncle—” The disciple finally began to cry.
“Hmph!” Upon hearing this, Qingfengzi was instantly filled with rage, and the pressure of his divine awareness intensified, causing those disciples to fall to the ground.
“Qingfeng!” Lingyunzi shouted, simultaneously releasing his divine awareness to shield the disciples in front of him.
Qingfengzi also realized that he had lost his composure and angrily glared at the "culprit," "Yuming, subdue them and deal with them later."
“Yes!” At this moment, a disciple in green appeared and took the four away.
“Qingfeng, this time, you must admit defeat,” Lingyunzi said with a smile, as if the Hanyun Sword was already his.
“Who says I lost? We're just at a stalemate,” Qingfengzi did not concede. “Your disciples have 17 teams that completed gathering tasks and 7 teams that completed hunting tasks, while I have 16 teams that completed gathering tasks and 8 teams that completed hunting tasks. Altogether, it's still 24 teams. Don't you think that's a tie?”
“You can't afford to lose, can you?” Ling Yunzi gave Qingfengzi a disdainful look, “The first task of the trial has always been to collect licorice, the second task is optional. Your team has only 16 squads completed, while my team has 17, so based on this, I win.”
“Moreover, those four teams.” Ling Yunzi didn’t continue, as Qing Fengzi’s expression was not very good. As an old friend for a hundred years, it wouldn’t be appropriate to continue making him uncomfortable. “Ahem, if you’re not convinced, how about we let Junior Sister Qingyu make a judgment?”
Hearing this, Qingfengzi's expression stiffened slightly, "Who can't afford to lose!" As he spoke, he threw an object at Lingyunzi. Lingyunzi deftly dodged and with a flick of his hand, the object appeared in his grip, revealing it to be the cold cloud sword he had long coveted.
“Ha ha, thanks!” Ling Yunzi happily stroked the sword's body, looking as though he had found his soulmate.
“Hmph!” Qingfengzi didn’t even look at Ling Yunzi’s proud smile, fearing it would make him explode with anger. He waved his hand and tossed a flying boat onto the ground, saying, “Return to the mountain gate.” With that, he leaped onto the ship.
Seeing Qingfengzi get embarrassed, Lingyunzi was quite pleased and softened his attitude toward the intern disciples. “Alright, those who have completed the task can hand over their items to Fan Qing, and you will receive your rewards.”
After everyone received their rewards, they boarded the flying boat back to the sect and were informed that they would have to rise early for body cultivation again tomorrow, prompting everyone to disperse with a sense of grievance.
After bidding farewell to Wu Rui and Wu Lu, Wu Meng took a flying paper crane back to the Book House, Room A. After enjoying a comfortable bath, he closed the door and entered the Ocean of Learning space.
“Big White, hurry up and make me a delicious meal, I’m about to starve.” Wu Meng patted her already silent stomach, feeling extremely sorry for herself after two days of roughing it. Thinking about the hunger she had to endure, Wu Meng felt that not having a big meal would be a disservice to herself.
“Yes!” Dabai quickly entered the kitchen upon receiving the order and in less than half an hour prepared a large table full of delicious food for Umeng.
Umeng sat in the dining room, looking at the large spread of dishes with satisfaction, nodding her head, “Not bad, thank you, Dabai!”
“You're welcome. It's an honor for Baymax to serve its master.”
Hearing Baymax's words, Umeng couldn't help but chuckle, recalling her own chuunibyou days; well, it was quite adorable, yes, let's keep it up.