Yunyang flying ship, third-level cabin.
Wang Chen still sat in the corner, in the spot he knew best.
He habitually kept the Breath Concealment Technique empowered.
After taking out those four fellow disciples that day, he had become even more low-key.
He muddled through inspection missions whenever he could, neither competing nor fighting, determined to remain a nameless extra.
In any case, relying on the gains from those heads, Wang Chen had already met his minimum quota.
Today was the fifteenth day of the Yunyang Sect's Clear Realm operation.
Over the past half month, the flying ship he was on had traversed thousands of miles, inspecting nine Rogue Cultivator towns and strongholds one after another.
And nearly one-fifth of the Sunset Peak disciples sharing Wang Chen's cabin were gone!
It was quite common for Rogue Cultivator towns and strongholds to collude with bandits and Evil Cultivators.
Some settlements were bandit dens from the outset. They farmed and hunted as Rogue Cultivators in ordinary times, then went out every few days to ply their trade as bandit cultivators.
As for cultivators who secretly worshipped Evil Gods or had been corrupted by Evil Spirits, there were plenty of them as well.
Few of those targeted for inspection were decent people.
At the threshold between life and death, they could often erupt with terrifying strength.
Quite a few Sunset Peak disciples had met their downfall at the hands of these Rogue Cultivators, ending in death and the destruction of their souls.
Meanwhile, the three Purple Mansion cultivators leading the group remained aboard the flying ship to oversee the disciples and rarely made a move!
Under such circumstances, casualties were perfectly normal.
Some faces Wang Chen had seen before, though they had left no deep impression on him, had already vanished.
The atmosphere inside