Yuan Jun is useless and has no use in the sect anymore.
Yuan Jun was very depressed. He was a grown man, but he had three beautiful, furry tails. The elders were sighing and groaning, which showed that there was a big problem. When his fellow disciples saw this, they laughed even more crazily, and some even wanted to touch them.
Cang Lin opened his eyes and tried to stop it, but Sect Leader Hu stopped the noisy scene.
"A hero's origins are not important. Just do your own thing. Mocking your fellow disciples is not what a sect disciple should do."
Sure enough, the chatter died down, and everyone focused on the comfort brought by the bath.
While Yuan Jun was feeling sad, several more demons appeared in the sect. One of them grew a pair of eagle wings. The second elder was very happy because he was Eagle Claw and it was very suitable for him to be accepted as a disciple.
Another disciple grew a pair of fangs. He was very excited because they were a pair of snake fangs. No matter what blessing they received, these fangs would be powerful weapons.
Most of the disciples fainted on the baptismal platform. They were all destined to be ordinary people. Ordinary people could not bathe in holy water for a long time and could not produce magic bones. They would faint because their bodies could not bear it.
The sect leader commanded the sect disciples to carry these ordinary disciples away. These disciples had only two fates: one was to leave the sect, and the other was to stay in the sect and do the lowest-level work.
Generally, only a very small number of people will stay, and the rest will return to society. After all, it is better to go out and explore the world than to sweep the floor in the sect for the rest of your life.
Cang Lin's body was still in dire straits. He felt extreme pain all over his body. His head was about to explode, and something was about to burst out, but the time was not right.
As time passed, the magical power of many bathing disciples reached saturation and they left the baptismal pool.
And Cang Lin was the only one left on the baptismal platform.
Sect Master Hu and the elders of the sect all stared at him, wondering what kind of powerful demonic bone had taken so long to brew.
Hu Shuai was also muttering: "This kid is not going to be lucky!"
Only old man Kong Qing was watching in a corner, his eyes full of worry. This scene was so similar. He hoped that this would not be the worst outcome.
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