I Alone Devour All Under Heaven

Yuanyang Prefecture, Xiangu County.

Yuanshun Escort Agency, in an open space in the backyard of the side room.

This is the place where firewood is piled in the escort agency. Usually, few people come here, but at this time, there are more than a dozen thin figures standing sparsely in the open space.

These people are teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old. Most of them have not grown up yet, and their faces are pale due to long-term malnutrition.

These teenagers are all the new errand disciples recruited by Yuanshun Escort Agency this year.

When they first entered Yuanshun Escort Agency, they were all very excited.

Because the errand disciples of Yuanshun Escort Agency have the opportunity to learn some basic boxing and martial arts.

Those who learn well have the opportunity to be promoted to apprentices.

Once you become an apprentice, you can learn real martial arts, and you can follow the escort master and go out to escort.

In time, when you are proficient in the business, you can also become an escort master.

Although the escort master is a dangerous trade, it is a bit risky, but for these poor teenagers, this is already a very good job.

At least they can have enough food, and they can make some money.

But now, they have been in the sect for two and a half months.

Their mood has gradually changed from excitement to gloom.

Among the errand disciples, only one or two can become apprentices, and often, they are wiped out in batches, and no one can make it.

Half a month later, it will be the day of assessment.

They know best how well they have practiced.

Most of the errand disciples have come to accept that they will not be selected, so they have begun to give up and live a lazy life.

Since the past few days, some people have been absent from the evening martial arts practice.

At this time, Mo Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran into the yard from the corner gate.

He was the last errand disciple to come in, because he was assigned to the farthest horse stable from here.

Mo Qian wore brown shorts, and his body was a little thin, but this was all because of long-term hunger.

In fact, his skeleton is not small.

Mo Qian glanced at the number of people in the yard. There were only about a dozen people.

Yuanshun Escort Agency recruited more than thirty new errand disciples this year. More than half of them had left before the assessment.

Mo Qian sighed, but he could understand the thoughts of those who left. These errand disciples had to work hard every day and practice in the evening. If there was a goal, they could grit their teeth and persevere.

If you know that you will not be selected, what is the point of working so hard?

Mo Qian looked at the old weapon rack standing in the corner of the yard.

There were broken blades on the rack, which were used for these errand disciples to practice.

Mo Qian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw that there was an extra knife on the rack.

Mo Qian immediately walked over with some excitement, found the new knife, and held it in his hand.

This is an ordinary oxtail knife. The handle is worn, and the blade is broken in four or five places, just like a wounded veteran who has retired from the battlefield.

Mo Qian took a breath nervously and said in his heart: "Read the spirit of the weapon!"

A set of data immediately appeared in front of Mo Qian's eyes.

Weapon: Oxtail Knife.

Weapon spirit level: Second level.

Devouring requirements: Host mental power level 2 (not met).

Devouring effect: Mastery of Five Tigers and Sheep Knife, Entry of Shura Knife, Entry of Plum Blossom Knife.

After seeing the data, Mo Qian's bright eyes dimmed instantly. These retired, useless knives had weapon spirit levels of either second or third, and he could not devour them at all.

Mo Qian cursed inwardly and put the oxtail knife back on the shelf. He had only been in this world for a few days. Although he had inherited the memory of the original owner, he was still confused about many things.

Especially the ability to devour the spirit of the weapon that came with him. So far, he did not know whether this ability was reliable or not.

After all, he had already tried all the useless knives on the shelf, but none of them had been successfully swallowed.

Mo Qian stood in the team with some depression.

As soon as Mo Qian entered the crowd, several people covered their noses and distanced themselves from him.

"You smell like horse manure, it stinks!"

Mo Qian was indeed smelly.

He worked in a stable, and horses were important assets of the escort agency.

He had to feed the horses with softened hay every day and clean up the horse manure.

If there was a convoy the next day, he had to brush the horses.

After a day of work, it was inevitable to be covered in stinky sweat and horse manure.

Mo Qian looked at the frowning and disgusted expressions of several people, but he was secretly happy inside.

In his previous life, Mo Qian had been an insurance salesman, and he had long developed a thick skin impervious to contempt. This kind of disgust was just a breeze and drizzle to him.

"I'll suffocate you ungrateful lot..." Mo Qian cursed in his heart.

At this moment, a large figure stepped out from the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Mu is an intern escort in the escort agency. He is a big and strong man.

Because he made a small mistake in the last escort, he was scolded by the escort leader and was assigned to lead the errand disciples, which was a laborious but unprofitable job.

Although Zhao Mu was quite dissatisfied, he did not dare to slack off. The escort leader already had a bad impression of him. If he did not teach well, he might lose his internship that year.

That would be a great loss.

Zhao Mu crossed the threshold and walked in arrogantly, holding a scabbarded oxtail knife in his arms.

Zhao Mu spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and his eyes swept through the crowd like a wild dog's, stopping at Mo Qian, and shouted: "Boy, come here, wipe my knife with an oily rag!"

Mo Qian was standing in the team with no one around him, and he was indeed a little eye-catching. He had not expected to be called out by Zhao Mu.

Mo Qian wrinkled his nose and walked over reluctantly. A low laugh came from behind him.

In fact, Zhao Mu did not call Mo Qian because he was eye-catching in the team.

He himself had come from among the errand disciples, and he knew who practiced well and who did not among these people.

Mo Qian not only practiced poorly, but also had no real chance of being selected as an apprentice. In addition, he had suffered a serious illness some time ago and had fallen behind in his progress. Wiping his knife was at least a useful task.

Mo Qian took the knife from Zhao Mu, picked up an oily rag from the windowsill, and sat on the steps of the courtyard gate.

This rag was soaked in castor oil. Using it to wipe the knife served a certain maintenance purpose.

Mo Qian pulled the knife out of its scabbard, and saw the white, bright blade emit a cold light, which was completely different from the shabby appearance of those useless knives on the shelf.

Mo Qian called out "good knife" in his heart, and with a movement of his mind, he tried to read the level of the weapon spirit of the knife in his hand.

"Read the weapon spirit!"

Mo Qian looked at the set of data before him, and his heart jolted.