The mandarin ducks were completely stunned.
What's wrong with this new disciple? Even if it's a new disciple brought by a true disciple like Xiuhua, he's still just a newly initiated disciple.
rob her
"Okay, okay, okay."
Instead of being angry, Yuanyang laughed. In fact, she was so angry that she almost fainted. She stood up, ignoring the blood flowing down her naked body. She slowly wiped herself and then put on her own clothes.
"Very good. It's been a long time since I've encountered anyone in the sect who dared to rob me. You're very good, so I want you."
As they were talking, Fang Zong suddenly appeared in front of her with a whoosh.
"Tell me what you want to do," Fang Zong said, his sword still sheathed, but he had already placed it on her shoulder and pulled it back and forth like a saw.
Yuanyang stared blankly, and the clothes in her hands floated down even more slowly.
What speed is that?
She's at the upper level of the Imperial Path realm, there's a difference in cultivation level. She could tell Fang Zong was only at the middle level of the Imperial Path realm, but what kind of strength is this?!
"I didn't mean to say anything, senior brother. You decide."
Having survived in the evil sect for so long, Yuanyang had long since learned to be opportunistic. Seeing that Fang Zong's scabbard hadn't moved, her face became even more embarrassed. She glanced around, steeled her heart, slapped herself twice, and gritted her teeth, saying, "I really didn't mean to say anything... no, I meant to say... I meant to say that... yes, I want to..."
She looked at Fang Zong with seductive eyes.
Fang Zong ""
"Men on the left, women on the right, roll!"
Okay!
At this moment, Yuanyang no longer resembled a female demon at all. She obediently jumped up, dressed herself in mid-air, walked to the left, and dutifully opened her storage pouch, pouring out several water-attribute treasures and a mountain of spirit stones.
The other disciples followed suit, their faces full of flattery as they revealed exaggerated smiles.
They really do have treasures with the fire attribute.
Fang Zong was very happy to take stock of his gains.
The most important thing, of course, was to fill his stomach, so he put all thirteen fire-attribute treasures into his mouth one by one. He ate the spirit fruits and fire-attribute human bodies, lingzhi mushrooms, and he shou wu first, then gnawed on the fire-attribute gems, and finally the spirit stones.
In total, he had tens of millions of spirit stones, a huge gain, but Fang Zong's stomach started growling again.
Thirteen fire-attribute treasures failed to help him break through to the upper level of the Imperial Path.
Okay, that's normal.
With his current foundation, as a mid-level Imperial Dao cultivator, the quantity and quality of his energy are about forty times that of other experts of the same level.
All these fire-attribute treasures combined only have an energy concentration eighteen times that of a medium-level Imperial Dao cultivator—far too low to achieve a breakthrough.
As Fang Zong was pondering how to obtain more energy, the new disciples timidly moved closer, met his gaze, and immediately knelt on the ground, crying and shouting, "Thank you, Senior Brother! Thank you so much for standing up for us! We'll all listen to you from now on!"
This is what it means for disciples within a sect to stick together.
Fang Zong had heard Xiu Hua say that when there are many disciples in a sect, some factions will inevitably emerge, especially since new disciples tend to stick together.
Moreover, Xiuhua suggested that he could recruit some new disciples, as more people means more power.
Many hands make light work
Fang Zong looked at the worms scattered all over the ground and couldn't help but laugh.
"I said, aren't you guys misunderstanding something? Men on the left, women on the right, stand in line and open your storage pouches!"
Fang Zong's words caused chaos among the new disciples.
"Senior brother, we are all newly initiated disciples."
"We'll do whatever you say. If you tell us to go east, we absolutely won't go west."
"Yes, we'd risk our lives for you."
Every word he uttered was an expression of loyalty.
But Fang Zong didn't care about this so-called loyalty at all.
According to Xiuhua, when selecting disciples from secular kingdoms, almost all four-star sects are present. Except for a few outstanding individuals who are recruited by their respective sects, the other selected disciples freely choose their sect.
These people who chose an evil sect like the Blackwater Palace were definitely not good people from the start. At the very least, they harbored the evil thought of doing whatever they wanted once they became powerful.
So Fang Zong smiled gently and looked at the mandarin ducks waiting beside him.
"I understand, senior brother."
Yuanyang immediately jumped up, turned to the newly initiated disciples, and roared with murderous intent, "Didn't you hear your senior brother's order? Men on the left, women on the right!"
Just as Fang Zong was robbing, a pink veil suddenly rose from the small island in the middle of the lake.
A huge bed appeared out of thin air, and Xiuhua knelt outside the bed. When she raised her head, she could see a graceful figure vaguely visible through the light gauze.
She was a woman whose age was impossible to discern; one moment she seemed like a lively young woman in her late teens, and the next she had transformed into a glamorous woman in her thirties. She was dressed very conservatively, yet her fingertips were adorned with countless tiny bells, and with a flick of her fingers, it was as if waves of music were rising from the ground.
"Shy Flower, your new disciple is quite good."
The woman said softly.
Xiuhua quickly shook her head, "Reporting to Master, this person is named Fang Zong. Because he saved my life, I found him a backer. He is of the fire element, which is not suitable for our Blackwater Palace's techniques. You don't need him."
"We, the heretical sect, don't care about these things. Physique, conduct, hobbies, or whether someone is perverted—none of these are considered by me. I only care about their character, whether they possess the spirit to travel far and wide, seeking the great path of masters, undeterred by thorns and dangers. When I was in a two-star sect, I personally severed my Daoist partner because he feared the path of seeking and forgot the vows we made together. In truth, isn't our journey on the path of cultivation precisely about using any means necessary to reach the pinnacle, which is even above nine-star sects?"
"This disciple dares not presume," Xiuhua quickly lowered her head.
You want to say it, but you don't dare.
The woman chuckled and said approvingly, "Compared to you, I much prefer this new disciple you brought. He not only dares to speak his mind, but he also dares to rob inner disciples—which is already unreliable enough—he doesn't even spare new disciples like himself. He's quite something."
"But Master, he'll get into trouble doing this."
"It's alright, it's just robbing an inner disciple. I can handle it. You came to me because you wanted me to protect him, right? Uh, damn it."
The woman suddenly sat up, her languid feeling vanished instantly, and she became like a normal person.
Because she sensed that Fang Zong had already robbed this group of people, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he had also defeated several more law enforcement disciples.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Xiu Hua asked in surprise.
The woman touched her face, but it wasn't enough, so she used both hands to vigorously rub her face.
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