"Come on, hurry up! Don't dirty your pants. Hahahaha!"

They laughed out loud and decided not to bother Jiang Ning anymore. They seemed to be used to such antics. They couldn't wait to inflict their daily dose of humiliation on their captives. There would be another opportunity to teach Jiang Ning a lesson.

The disciples carried the wicker baskets away. Jiang Ning emerged from the toilet then, without a trace of the ridiculous look he had had on his face earlier.

Like a streak of lightning, he raced towards the direction that Elder Huang had left in.

It didn't take Jiang Ning long to spot Elder Huang. He dashed ahead, swiveled around then lowered his head and pretended that he was in a hurry as he marched right into Elder Huang.

"Ouch!"

Jiang Ning caught Elder Huang before he fell.

"I'm so sorry! Elder Huang, I didn't see you!" Jiang Ning apologized profusely.

"Rascal!" The elder cursed. "Are you tired of living?"

He was an old man. Even the mere act of walking took effort. He might not have survived knocking into Jiang Ning if he had tripped and fallen.

"Please don't get upset, Elder Huang," said Jiang Ning hastily. "I was in a hurry to deliver something to the chief. L.I'm not going to make it!"

Upon hearing that, Elder Huang huffed in annoyance. He dared not cause Jiang Ning further delay though. After yelling a few words of reprimand at Jiang Ning, he waved his arms in irritation. "Come on, be on your way. You won't get let off that easily if you cause our chief any delay!"

"Yes, sir! Thank you, Elder Huang!" Jiang Ning said meekly and lowered his head in deference.

He raced off. Elder Huang snorted before slowly walking away.

Jiang Ning rounded the corner before stopping in his tracks. He uncurled his fingers. Within his palm was a small bag of powdered dust!

This was the poison.

Something flickered in his eyes. He surveyed the surrounding cautiously and made sure that no one had seen him before making his way back to the kitchen.

"Aren't you supposed to deliver meals to the prisoners?" The bearded chef asked when he saw Jiang Ning. "Did you get an upset stomach again?"

Jiang Ning scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. Tve been suffering from diarrhea recently."

"You're useless," laughed the chef. "If I weren't in charge of cooking the meals, I'd like to have some fun with the prisoners too."

Jiang Ning smiled. "You can teach me how to cook. I can cook the meals and you can deliver them."

The chef glanced at Jiang Ning briefly before rolling his eyes.

"In your dreams. Being a chef is one of the best jobs one could have. Why would I let you have it? Come on, help me throw out the trash," he yelled.

In his opinion, being an Outer Court disciple couldn't compare with being a chef at all. They might both

Occupy the lowest rungs of the

ladder, but chefs didn't have to net

with other laborious tasks. They enjoyed a more elevated status in the sect too.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything. He did what he had been told and started to pack the trash.

"Take that out once you're done, then clean up the place, alright?"

Having said that, the chef left Jiang Ning to his work and began preparing meals for members of the sect. This was a massive sect with many mouths to feed. The chefs

had to start work early. In fact, they were constantly busy.

No one had the time to keep an eye on Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning started cleaning up diligently and didn't make any move even when he saw everyone else in the kitchen bustling around, busy with their own tasks.

"Be careful, guys. This is meant for the chief. Make sure the dishes are done nicely. A mistake might get you a reprimand or get you killed."

"Once the dishes are ready, deliver them to the chief, alright? Don't spill the soup, you clumsy idiots!"Original content from .

The chefs cursed out loud. "They'll be sending someone over soon. Let's speed up!"

Jiang Ning's pupils contracted. He pretended to help the chefs with the dishes and while no one was noticing, slipped some of the powdered poison into the soup. Then, he covered the soup with a lid quickly. "It's done," said Jiang Ning. "Is this the chief's favorite soup?"

"Of course! This is my best dish and the chief loves it. That's how I got admitted into Tianlian Sect. But what do you know?" The chef

laughed. The next moment, the net

smile on his face was replaced by a stern look. "Alright, why are you asking so many questions? Get to work now!"