Peerless Taoist

In the entire Floating Snow Sect, only this place was the busiest.    

There were only a few super sects in the vicinity, and the Floating Snow Sect was also in charge of countless mortal countries and small sects.    

These mortal countries and small sects had to offer tribute to the Floating Snow Sect every year, and the Floating Snow Sect was also protected by these forces.    

These small forces often contributed to each other, and often needed people from the secular affairs department to go and mediate. Often, once they went, they would not be able to return for several months.    

Therefore, this could be considered a bitter job for the Floating Snow Sect.    

Those who were not assigned here were usually disciples with low aptitudes.    

It was a day in a courtyard in the mortal affairs courtyard.    

"Han Lian-er, the people who are working with you today are not here. You can take all of their tasks."    

"There are seventy mortal kingdoms in the Longfang Continent, and there are even some small sects that plan to seek refuge with my Floating Snow Sect. Go and record down their names, and then make their identity tokens."    

A few outer sect disciples looked at Han Lian-er arrogantly.    

Han Lian-Lian frowned, "Seniors, I'm afraid I can't complete these missions alone, right?"    

Putting aside those mortal kingdoms, there were tens of thousands of disciples from Master to those small sects.    

Such a scale could only be considered a small sect.    

Even if it were any other day, this kind of tiring work required at least three outer sect disciples to bring along a few servants.    

But now, all of them were piled up for Han Lian-er.    

The outer sect disciple coldly snorted, "These missions are for you. Giving you these missions is giving you respect. Stop haggling here!"    

After saying that, the few of them directly stuffed a large stack of scrolls into Han Lian-er's hands without any explanation.    

Han Lian-er struggled to look at the scrolls. Her face was full of bitterness.    

Ever since she rejected Dao Child Li Ze, angering Manager Wei, he had been targeted endlessly in the outer sect.    

In the outer sect, favors were always cold. At this moment, there were even many people who deliberately made things difficult for her in order to please Manager Wei.    

Han Lilian held the scroll and walked out of the courtyard.    

However, just as she walked out, she suddenly saw a group of female disciples rushing in with hostile expressions.    

"You are Han Lian-er?" The leader was a middle-aged woman. She was a little fat, and when she stood up, she was a head taller than Han Lian-er.    

At this moment, the middle-aged woman was staring at Han Lian-er with a dangerous gaze.    

Han Lian-er was shocked. She recognized the woman in front of her.    

Her name was Li Fengjuan, and she was Manager Wei's wife.    

Li Fengjuan was a cousin of Li Ze, and she later married Manager Wei. Manager Wei also relied on this layer of relationship to rise to fame, and finally became the Floating Snow Sect's outer sect manager.    

One had to know that he was merely an ordinary manager before. Being able to become the Floating Snow Sect's outer court manager, it was not like he did not have this layer of relationship.    

"Senior Sister Li is asking you a question. You are mute!" A woman beside Li Fengjuan berated.    

These women were very loud, and there were also many cultivators passing by who swept their gazes over.    

However, when they saw that it was Li Fengjuan, the others all turned their heads to the side.    

Li Fengjuan relied on her status as a Dao Child's relative to flaunt her authority in the Floating Snow Sect. There was nothing taboo about it.    

There had once been someone who had provoked Li Fengjuan. In the end, one of her arms had been chopped off, and she had been demoted to a service disciple. Later on, no one had ever seen him again.    

Han Lian-er did not dare to be neglectful as she hurriedly said, "I am."    

Unexpectedly, just as she answered, Li Fengjuan's eyes suddenly shone with a ruthless light.    

"Little slut!" Li Fengjuan rushed forward and slapped Han Lian-er's face hard.