The rogue cultivators registering wore all sorts of different clothes, and their auras differed entirely. Some wore lavish garments, looking like scions of prominent families; some wore tattered clothes, looking like impoverished rogue cultivators; some looked fierce and malevolent, like desperados who licked blood off knife blades; some were mild and refined, looking like scholars. But no matter what they looked like, the exact same yearning filled their eyes.
To join the Azure Profound Sect and change their fate.
"I heard the Azure Profound Sect is recruiting a hundred Outer Disciples this time." Someone spoke in a low voice near the front; he was a tall, thin middle-aged man.
"A hundred? So many?" A chubby cultivator beside him asked in surprise.
"Not many. This expansion by the Azure Profound Sect requires a massive amount of manpower. Word is that it's due to intensifying conflicts with the Blood Fiend Sect, so they need to beef up their strength. The two sides are at daggers drawn right now, and a war could break out at any moment."
"The Blood Fiend Sect? You mean the Blood Fiend Sect that lost three elders?"
"Right. The Blood Fiend Sect lost three elders and suffered a severe blow to its vitality, so the Azure Profound Sect wants to kick them while they're down. I heard the Azure Profound Sect has already assembled three thousand disciples at the border, preparing to make a move against the Blood Fiend Sect."
"Then if we join the Azure Profound Sect at a time like this, aren't we going to be sent to the battlefield?" The chubby cultivator felt somewhat worried.
The tall, thin man laughed and said, "So what if we go to the battlefield? Without going to the battlefield, where would military merits come from? Where would resources come