The Steward Demonic Emperor

] What was worse, anything the two tried would backfire.

 

The earlier case showed it.
They got him to sweep Sect Leader’s home yet he played around until Sect Leader vented on the Labor Office. 

 

If they were any more late in reacting, they’d have ended up as patsies.

 

Yue Ling lost all intent to mess with Zhuo Fan, even hoping for the latter to not come looking for trouble.
It went so far that every time tasks were handed out, they singled Zhuo Fan out in cleaning the most desolate places.

 

Like the ancestral cemetery, the plaza at the entrance manned by two pupils welcoming guests; stuff like that.

 

Those were the only places he couldn’t cause trouble at, or any mess he made could be covered.

 

Zhuo Fan spent the next two months carefree and easygoing, totally ignoring Xie Wuyue’s advice.

 

As for getting some credit to participate in the Double Dragon thingie, thanks but no thanks.

 

He had all the peace and quiet needed to cultivate here, in the Labor Office.
Strutting like a man with a supposedly high background, others gave him a wide berth, only the old man with a broad mentality dropped by to debate on the Dao.
All in all, life was good, lavishing in the tranquility he had yearned for so long.

 

As for the Labor Office being dirt poor in regards to resources, [Humph, make way, moneybags coming through!]

 

Zhuo Fan couldn’t be happier these few months, just around the time the Demon Scheming Sect’s inner sect promotion began.
Not that he ever gave a damn…

 

“Ahe-hem, it falls to us, Labor Office, to build the outer disciple promotion stage.
Work hard people, if three days later something is out of place and the competition can’t be held, it’s your ass on the line!”

 

Kui Lang, Yue Ling and Elder Yuan spoke to the laborers.
Kui Lang was using his big voice to intimidate them.

 

What he got instead was mockery, “They are just fighting, what’s the point of making a show out of it? Are outer disciples so useless that they can’t fight without a stage? Our Asura Circle is far more fitting.”

 

Pff!

 

The others covered their mouths.

 

Everyone knew who it was without even looking.
The only one to contradict their two bosses in the Labor Office like a true wastrel, was Zhuo Fan with his special background.

 

So special that even these two prodigal children filled with hot air could only gnash their teeth.

 

This had been going on over the past few months, quipping at them whenever the chance presented itself.

 

“Zhuo Fan, stop complaining.
Do you want to live or not?” Kui Lang fumed.

 

Zhuo Fan shrugged, “Want.”

 

Kui Lang looked like he was about to cry.
He was the boss in the Labor Office, but ever since this prick showed up, his name had plunged and plunged at the hands of this obnoxious tyrant.

 

He was a damn spoiled brat!

 

Yue Ling held her head, lamenting her fate.

 

She never nitpicked with the kid but the brat had other plans, bothering the hell out of them every time and pissing them off.

 

[Just why do all elders’ and Venerables’ prodigal sons end up in the Labor Office? At least take some of them to the outer sect!]

 

But they all knew this prodigal son would one day get bumped up at some point and leave.
[But when, in a few years?]

 

Anything would be better than being stuck in the same place with him…

 

Squinting, they glared at the unphased Zhuo Fan, then sighed at their misfortune.

 

Elder Yuan laughed it up.

 

“Dad!”

 

“Sister!”

 

The two sudden voices caught everyone by surprise.
They watched two young people rushing over.

 

One was a lovely girl Zhuo Fan knew, Yue’er, and the other was a youth in his twenties wearing fancy clothes and bearing a striking resemblance with Kui Lang.
His son probably. 

 

Yue’er and Kui Lang smiled on seeing each other, but Zhuo Fan eyed the limp hand of Yue’er with a sharp look.

 

[Still damaged?]