Cloud Water Sect, Slaughterhouse

The Lightning Thunder Roc let out a long cry, descended, and emerged from the clouds. In front of it lay a vast expanse of mountains.

Above the mountaintop, clouds and mist swirl around dozens of suspended mountains of varying sizes.

"Junior brothers and sisters, let's do it!"

Zhao Zhiqing also changed her way of addressing Hua Qiang.

"Below is the headquarters of our Cloud Water Sect. The vast mountain range below those suspended mountains is the training ground for our disciples."

Then Zhao Zhiqing pointed to the suspended structure below, filled with various palace buildings, and began to describe it in detail...

Hua Qiang and Wenren Yu listened attentively, since they would be living here for a long time and getting familiar with things would help them avoid making mistakes and causing trouble.

The spacious outer plaza was bathed in sunlight, which cast a soft golden glow over everything.

The numerous Outer Sect Disciples, dressed in gray robes, were all immersed in their cultivation and studies.

Some sat cross-legged with their legs crossed, eyes closed, their breath flowing slowly around them.

Some held yellowed ancient books in their hands, their brows sometimes furrowing slightly and sometimes relaxing, as if engaging in a dialogue across time with the predecessors in the books.

Others gathered in small groups, sitting together, heads close together, quietly discussing their experiences and questions about the road to repairing the mountain.

On one side of the square, someone stood firmly in a horse stance, performing each move with impressive force.

On the other side, within the designated combat area, the disciples faced off in pairs, exchanging blows with each other, their fists and feet creating a whooshing sound, full of youthful vigor.

Suddenly, a strange ripple spread out, like ripples on a calm lake.

As if by telepathy, the disciples in the square stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

In the distant sky, a Little Black slowly emerged. As time passed, the dot grew larger and larger, gradually revealing the outline of a huge Thunder Eagle.

Its outstretched wings blotted out the sky, and each flap seemed to stir up a gale. On the back of the Thunder Eagle stood three tall figures: one man and two women.

The Thunder Eagle swooped down onto the square, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhao Zhiqing, with her light and graceful movements, was the first to leap off the back of the Thunder Eagle.

In an instant, the disciples on the square surged forward like a tide, bowing in unison with loud and respectful voices.

"Greetings, Senior Sister Zhao!"

Zhao Zhiqing smiled and nodded slightly, saying softly, "Everyone, go about your own business and don't worry about me."

After speaking, he led Hua Qiang and Wenren Yu straight towards the outer gate's Deacon Hall.

As the three people and the eagle gradually disappeared into the distance, the square erupted in an uproar.

"What do you think about the man and woman that Senior Sister Zhao brought back this time?" A thin disciple asked first, his face full of doubt.

A burly disciple standing nearby curled his lip, his face full of jealousy. "What else could their relationship be? Didn't you see those two looking so smug next to Senior Sister Zhao?"

"Maybe she's one of Senior Sister Zhao's confidants, and this time she's bringing her into the sect to join our outer sect."

"I don't think so."

A quiet female disciple retorted softly, "Senior Sister Zhao has always been fair and impartial; how could she show favoritism?"

I suspect these two might possess some special abilities that made Senior Sister Zhao personally bring them back; they might be of great benefit to the sect.

Upon hearing this, those around him nodded in agreement.

"If they really enter the outer sect, won't our cultivation resources be reduced even more in the future?"

A disciple with a pointed face looked conflicted, his expression full of worry.

"The competition is already fierce, what are we going to do if two more people come to compete for resources?"

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, their emotions a mix of envy, jealousy, worry, and curiosity, their eyes fixed on Fang Bi in the Deacon Hall, as if they could see through the walls and witness what was happening inside.

Under Zhao Zhiqing's meticulous arrangements, all procedures were completed very smoothly.

Hua Qiang and Wenren Yu received their brand-new Outer Sect Disciple robes. The robes were soft and comfortable to the touch, and the gray fabric had the sect's unique patterns faintly visible, signifying that they had officially become Outer Sect Disciple.

At the same time, they also received supporting benefits, including medicine for cultivation and basic cultivation techniques.

Zhao Zhiqing settled the two in a secluded courtyard. The environment there was quiet and pleasant, making it perfect for cultivation and life.

After making the arrangements, Zhao Zhiqing bid them farewell for the time being. She still had a task to complete upon returning, and she planned to report her experiences to her master.

Of course, she wouldn't forget the things those despicable people had done to her.

After settling in briefly, Wenren Yu, who was a little tired from the long journey, was told by Hua Qiang rest first.

He couldn't wait to go out and familiarize himself with the surroundings.

He had already planned ahead; his biggest target was the outer Slaughterhouse.

For Hua Qiang, who is eager to level up quickly, accumulating a large amount of Slaughter Points is key.

Although going outside the sect to train and kill monsters can accumulate Slaughter Points, the risks are quite high.

He had long planned for Slaughterhouse, which are both safe and efficient.

Recalling his past experience working in Slaughterhouse, he knew that although it was a bloody place, it was also an excellent place to kill monsters and level up.

After briefly inquiring with the other disciples, Hua Qiang quickly located the Slaughterhouse.

Fifteen minutes later, a low but spacious building came into view.

As soon as he got close, the familiar stench of blood hit him. Hua Qiang's lips curled up slightly, and he muttered to himself, "It's the same familiar taste, the same familiar recipe."

Soon, he found the steward who managed the Slaughterhouse.

The butler was a slightly overweight middle-aged man with shrewd eyes.

Hua Qiang explained his purpose, and the steward was worried that he would not be able to recruit enough people, since the work of slaughtering monsters was dirty and tiring, and many disciples avoided it.

Now that someone has volunteered, he was overjoyed and immediately arranged work for Hua Qiang.

Stepping inside the Slaughterhouse, the air was thick with the stench of blood, and bloodstains remained on the ground.

Inside the enormous cage were various monsters awaiting slaughter, including a massive Black-armored Wild Boar with thick skin and sharp tusks, and an agile Gale Wolf with ferocious green eyes.

Hua Qiang picked up the sharp butcher's knife, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

He first approached a Black-armored Wild Boar. Sensing danger, the boar let out a deep roar and pawed the ground with its front hooves, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hua Qiang showed no fear, nimbly circling behind the wild boar and stabbing it viciously into its neck with his butcher's knife.

The Black-armored Wild Boar struggled for a few moments before collapsing to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out and pooling on the ground.

After dealing with the wild boar, Hua Qiang set his sights on a Gale Wolf.

The Gale Wolf stared at him warily, constantly letting out low growls.

Hua Qiang flashed forward, closing in on the Gale Wolf with incredible speed.

The Gale Wolf pounced quickly, Hua Qiang dodged to the side, simultaneously wielding his butcher's staff and ripping it open.

The Gale Wolf let out a mournful howl, crashed heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell still.

As one monster after another fell, Hua Qiang's body was covered in blood, sweat and blood mingling and sliding down his cheeks.

His hands moved without stopping, each swing precise and powerful.

In this bloody Slaughterhouse, Hua Qiang seemed to have transformed into a Slaughter machine, tirelessly carrying out his slaughtering business.