Wan Gui Patriarch

To put it simply, the thirty with the highest aptitude were all regarded as treasures by the Patriarchs, who painstakingly cultivated them, perhaps even treating them as direct disciples. The thirty behind them had no ranking, so they were only treated as ordinary disciples, handed over to be taught within the cave abodes. Only those who performed exceptionally could catch the eye of a Patriarch.

Lei Dong did not know what his aptitude and potential were, but he knew for sure that he would not be among the top thirty. Naturally, he would not catch the eye of any Patriarch. When the time came, he would definitely be randomly assigned under a Patriarch. However, this was also good; in this kind of evil cultivation sect, danger lurked everywhere, so it was better to keep a low profile.

This time, the one ranked first in aptitude was a little loli only eight years old, who would surely grow up to be extremely lovely. It was said that her root bone and aptitude were rare even in a hundred years.

When the Patriarchs received this news, they also sent out their strongest direct disciples, swearing to fight for her. It was precisely because of this that this martial competition assembly was extremely bloody. Only the Patriarch who achieved the highest total accumulated points would have the priority to choose her. Although the white-robed youth ranked second also had decent aptitude, he was still far inferior to the little loli.

The situation on the martial stage began to show new changes. The silver shield of the petite disciple was finally shattered into pieces by a sword strike. However, before the tall youth could celebrate, a transparent Nether Ghost suddenly entangled him. Under extreme terror, a longan-sized Yin Thunder silently appeared on his body.

Boom... Pitiful for the tall youth, who had already been blinded by his advantage.

He was still thinking of how to kill the petite disciple with one sword strike, but did not expect to be ambushed by the opponent's Nether Ghost, and was ultimately blown to pieces by a Yin Thunder. If he had been prepared, the Nether Ghost would have been discovered before it even got close. When the Yin Thunder struck, he could have also dodged or defended. It was not like now, where he was blown to smithereens.

Seeing the tall youth die so miserably, Lei Dong's expression also changed drastically. The martial stage was indeed fraught with danger. Although he had long guessed that the petite disciple had a trump card to turn the tables, he did not expect him to be so ruthless, taking the opponent's life in an instant. In his heart, he could not help but grow a few degrees more vigilant. Seeing those Zombie Guides looking completely indifferent, it seemed this ghostly place was not only gloomy and terrifying, but human life was truly worthless here.

Very soon, someone cleared the stage. The next match began. This time on the stage was a young girl, and her opponent was a burly man. However, that burly man's face was deathly pale. As soon as the battle began, he wanted to surrender. Unexpectedly, the young girl's strikes were extremely ruthless. A flash of eerie green light flickered, and the burly man's chest began to bleed profusely. Green flames boiled around him as he fell to the ground, wailing miserably.

For the duration of an entire incense stick of time, the burly man clawed at himself until his flesh was unrecognizable, finally dying from his soul being refined by the green fire.

The stage was cleared again, and the next match continued.

Three days later, the competition finally came to an end. Of the thirty-nine participants, only over twenty survived in the end.

The young girl, beautiful as a flower, was carried away by a laughing blue-robed Patriarch. The remaining cave abodes also had their harvests. Lei Dong, unable to control his own destiny, was assigned to a branch called Wangui Cave, led by Wan Gui Patriarch. By coincidence, he became a fellow disciple of that cunning, petite disciple who had turned the tables at the end. That petite disciple had ultimately ranked tenth, barely squeezing into the top ten. As for the other two disciples who fought, one ranked twenty-first, and the other died in battle. Their Patriarch's total score ranked ninth. But when it was his turn to choose, the top ten had already been taken. Left with no choice, he could only select three of the top twenty remaining new disciples.

This result was considered extremely poor. This failure could very likely affect his ranking next time.

This method of cultivating disciples often resulted in the strong getting stronger and the weak getting weaker. The direct cause of this failure was actually because of a previous failure. Under this vicious cycle, it led to today's result.

Therefore, Wan Gui Patriarch's face was extremely unsightly. He led the thirty-odd newly recruited disciples back to Wangui Cave, then left most of them to be handled by his senior disciples. As for himself, he took the three disciples ranked in the top twenty directly, wanting to teach them early to strive for a higher rank next time, lest they end up with the scraps again.

The remaining disciples, including Lei Dong, were each assigned a cave room carved out of the rock to wash and sleep. After all, after several days of training and watching the matches, they all felt somewhat exhausted.

This was not surprising; the Yinsha Sect held the power of the nation, so how could they lack the treasures offered by the state? But in the eyes of the Yinsha Sect, these things were merely ordinary items, which even the lowest-level disciples could enjoy. Originally, Lei Dong felt uncomfortable in his heart because he had joined an evil sect. But after seeing these things, he could not help but gasp. Just selling the items in the rooms of ordinary disciples would allow him to live a wealthy life. Cultivators were indeed the most noble existences in this world. His dejected mood also eased a bit.

However, the only drawback of this place was the lack of sunlight and the chilly Yin Qi. No wonder most of the people from the Yinsha Sect had pale complexions.