Of the twenty-one people, only Zhang Yang survived.
The other twenty refugee youths all died from having spiritual energy poured into their bodies. It was hard to call that anything other than a tremendous tragedy.
Zhang Yang had not tried to interfere. He could not interfere, either. Just like with that Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, the malformed acupoints were easy enough to find, but repairing them was not something three sewing needles could solve.
Zhang Yang himself could do it because he could use his own soul to make detailed repairs. Applied to someone else, the difficulty would rise by more than tenfold. He feared it would require the level of a Golden Core-stage soul cultivator to accomplish.
"What's your name?"
A man in his fifties, whose former brilliance could still be vaguely discerned, stood before Zhang Yang and asked in a very gentle voice.
Zhang Yang quickly looked up at him. He could basically determine that a few years ago, this man had still been in his twenties. Now, he had been reduced to such a sorry state that he could no longer maintain his youthful appearance.
"I—I'm called Wang Er."
"Very good. You passed the examination. From now on, you are the third direct disciple under my tutelage. Let me introduce a few things to you. My Daoist name is Qingfengzi, and I am the seventy-second Sect Master of the Great Dao Sect of the Southern Domain. This is your senior brother, Yun Chuzi, and this is your second senior brother, Yun Yuzi. Since you have joined my Five Elements Sect, I shall bestow upon you the Daoist name Yun Yangzi. Well, times are difficult now, so we'll keep everything simple."
"Disciple, your aptitude is quite good. As soon as you entered the sect, you opened two meridians.