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Zhao Yang could no longer hold back. In the gaze of two Steward Disciples, he vanished from his spot. Suddenly, there were two loud cracks, and the Steward Disciple who claimed his sister had been murdered fell to his knees, howling in pain, his legs bent backward. Then, with a whoosh, this Steward Disciple disappeared without a trace. The other Steward Disciple stared in shock, and after a few breaths, a voice echoed from afar.
Bang!
The missing Steward Disciple plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, bloodied and barely clinging to life. Zhao Yang floated down gracefully as if a dark lord had descended. In front of the stunned Steward Disciple, he grabbed the fallen Steward Disciple by the leg and began to slam him against the ground like a scarecrow, continuing until the Steward Disciple's head was smashed to pieces.
Zhao Yang was slightly out of breath from the exertion. He pointed at the now-dazed Steward Disciple and said, "Tell me what I want to know within three minutes." With that, Zhao Yang sat at a table in the pavilion and began eating fruit.
"You actually killed him? You've committed a capital offense!" The Steward Disciple's eyes turned red as he shouted under immense pressure. He felt an overwhelming aura emanating from Zhao Yang, akin to facing a raging sea of blood, rendering him utterly powerless. Despite being at the Foundation Establishment Stage for years, he had never felt such fear and helplessness before another person.
"You have two minutes and thirty seconds left," Zhao Yang said calmly, spitting out a piece of fruit while pulling out a sack from his robe and taking out a plate of Yuan Yang Fruit to eat with relish.
The Steward Disciple suddenly caught a whiff of an enticing aroma; Spirit Energy filled the air. Staring at the Yuan Yang Fruit in Zhao Yang's hand, he exclaimed, "That's Yuan Yang Fruit! A single piece can instantly replenish Spirit Energy for cultivators! How could you have so many without reporting them? Treating them like ordinary wild fruits—if I report this to the Sect, you will undoubtedly die!"
"Two minutes left," Zhao Yang replied nonchalantly as he continued eating the Yuan Yang Fruit without even glancing at the Steward Disciple.
The Steward Disciple was taken aback by Zhao Yang's overwhelming strength; he showed no fear after killing an Inner Courtyard Disciple. Even mentioning the Sect seemed futile. Initially trying to maintain his composure, panic washed over him as he turned pale. Remembering what Zhao Yang wanted to know, he hurriedly blurted out without pause: "I’ll tell you! Just don’t kill me! The Offering Camp system was suddenly implemented by the Sect’s upper echelons two years ago as a means to cultivate elite disciples. It was established to gather all Mixed Spiritual Root disciples' cultivation for some talented disciples' training needs. There is only one Offering Camp but nine Offering Camps. All disciples with non-single or dual attributes will enter the Offering Camp waiting to become offerings. Initially, there were many people in the Offering Camp—upwards of tens of thousands—but no one wanted to transfer their cultivation to others. Thus, the Sect decided to establish nine additional camps in various royal cities. All cultivated talented disciples will become offerings for their respective royal cities. The highest cultivator in each Offering Camp will become the Grand Offering; the next highest will be the Second Offering, and so on. Those who do not wish to become offerings must accept random challenges from all nine Offering Camps daily—regardless of injury severity—they must fight nine times. If they fail to meet this requirement and surrender in any Offering Camp, they will become offerings there and contribute their cultivation daily."
Zhao Yang listened calmly but frowned in contemplation. He couldn't understand why the Sect would adopt such extreme measures; while it might cultivate elite disciples, it was too harsh and would inevitably lead to resentment over time. He then asked, "What if someone in the Offering Camp refuses to enter even if they are beaten to death?"
The Steward Disciple quickly replied, "The Sect stipulates that unless someone defects from it, no one can intentionally harm another’s life; there are supervisors for this purpose. If an offering refuses to surrender after being defeated, they will be beaten until they are on their last breath and then treated with Spiritual Pills; they will continue being beaten the next day. Those who faint during their beating are considered lucky and will wake up only to face more rounds of punishment. Even so, many people die each month—either from severe injuries or accidental deaths—while those fortunate enough may end up disabled or mentally impaired and sent to a disability zone where they continue to be beaten after recovery. Over these two years alone, nearly a hundred disciples have committed suicide; they were strong-willed individuals unwilling to become offerings."
Zhao Yang was appalled that Myriad Spirit Sect would resort to such inhumane methods for cultivating elite disciples. His dissatisfaction grew towards whoever devised this decision. Suddenly recalling something important, he asked solemnly: "You mentioned that there are nine Offering Camps affiliated with Nine Great Royal Cities; isn't there supposed to be ten affiliated royal cities under Myriad Spirit Sect? Why are there only nine?"
"Originally, there were supposed to be ten Offering Camps, but the Grand Offering of Yuwang City was meant to be held by the strongest in the Inner Courtyard, Qin Lei. However, Qin Lei disappeared, likely dead. As a result, the position of Grand Offering fell to our Myriad Spirit Sect's most beautiful disciple, Yu Qingsnow. Yet, Yu Qingsnow is the True Disciple of the Sixth Elder, possessing great cultivation and unparalleled kindness. She refused to take on the role of Grand Offering, which led the higher-ups to disband the Offering Camp in Yuwang City. The offerings from Yuwang City were redistributed among the other nine Offering Camps."
Zhao Yang nodded, finally understanding the truth. He then asked about Long Xiao Wu, Scholar Xiu, and Li Yunshan. Upon learning that Li Yunshan was one of the offerings, Zhao Yang felt relieved. Li Yunshan was someone he had brought to Myriad Spirit Sect and had shared much knowledge about navigating life with him; Zhao Yang regarded him as a good friend. However, when he heard that Long Xiao Wu and Scholar Xiu were being bullied daily, he felt a surge of anger, especially when he learned that Scholar Xiu had been beaten into a state of confusion.
Afterward, Zhao Yang inquired about matters concerning the newly admitted Inner Courtyard disciples. The Steward Disciple initially intended to keep Zhao Yang calm while waiting for an opportunity to call for help. However, ever since the ten Outer Sect disciples learned about the Inner Courtyard's Offering Camp system, very few dared to report to the Inner Courtyard. It could take days for even one of the thousands of Outer Court Disciples to show up. At this moment, challenges within the Offering Camp were still ongoing, and no one passed by his location. Therefore, he planned to use Zhao Yang's request for items to secretly press a spirit stone switch inside the room to notify the higher-ups in the Inner Courtyard.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yang insisted on retrieving them himself. He confidently entered the distribution area and filled his pockets with everything except for the Code of Conduct for Inner Disciples of the Wanling Sect. Among his haul were dozens of iron swords that Zhao Yang intended to use as decorations around his courtyard, several copies of Universal Heart Sutra Complete Explanation—soft enough to serve as toilet paper—and dozens of fragments of Red Essence Stone that combined amounted to nearly one whole stone despite significant loss of Spirit Energy. He also collected several new robes, all carefully packed away for future use. He found no pills or talismans and guessed they could only be obtained from the Alchemist's Chamber in the Inner Courtyard.
After finishing these tasks, Zhao Yang threw a knife used for cutting fruit at the feet of the Steward Disciple and calmly said, "You've been talking for over three minutes now; it's time to wrap it up. Hurry up; I have things to do."
Zhao Yang's tone was as firm as regulations on utility fees or supermarket pricing policies—there was no room for negotiation. His calm demeanor lacked any hint of disdain or mockery but instead sent chills down one's spine as if death itself had pronounced judgment upon a mortal.
The Steward Disciple felt a shiver run down his spine; he had never encountered such a situation before. Just as he was about to plead for mercy with a pained expression, Zhao Yang continued, "Never mind."
The Steward Disciple felt a flicker of hope; perhaps Zhao Yang meant he would spare him from taking his own life. He thought that Zhao Yang must also be afraid since he was just a young disciple newly entered into the Inner Courtyard and inexperienced in worldly matters. However, he was mistaken.
"I'll do it myself; you all are just dragging your feet," Zhao Yang said as he transformed into a gust of wind and darted past the Steward Disciple toward the direction of the Offering Camp competition.
The Steward Disciple contemplated reporting Zhao Yang's casual killing of fellow disciples and theft of sect resources to an Inner Sect Elder while also revealing his possession of Yuan Yang Fruit. He planned to request permission from the elder to personally execute Zhao Yang.
In an instant, as Zhao Yang zipped past him, the Steward Disciple felt a light breeze brush against his neck followed by a sharp pain in his skin and an itch in his throat before his head slipped off his shoulders.
His face was filled with confusion and shock before he succumbed to darkness amidst pain and resentment.
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