"Also." Yang Lingtian's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Spread the news that this Blood Moon Tower elder was captured and sent to dig in the mines."
"I want to see how much longer that rat hiding in the shadows can endure."
"Recruiting disciples?" Yang Dingtian froze for a moment. "Didn't we just take in a batch?"
"Those were all prisoners. They're awkward to use."
Yang Lingtian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sect below, which was beginning to take shape.
"A true super sect needs fresh blood and its own legacy."
"Besides..." He paused, his gaze turning profound.
"I also need more people to help me find that thing."
The incomplete command flag left behind by the Profound Dragon Divine Emperor pointed toward a shocking secret.
If he wanted to gain a foothold in this vast Divine Realm, fighting and killing alone would not be enough.
He needed to establish a massive intelligence network, an all-pervasive force.
"By the way, how has Lei Potian been doing?" Yang Lingtian suddenly asked.
"Old Lei?" Yang Dingtian chuckled.
"That old fellow is an expert at guarding the gate now. He smiles at everyone and is even more enthusiastic than a brothel madam."
"That's good." Yang Lingtian nodded.
"Tell him that if this disciple recruitment assembly goes well, I can consider undoing one layer of his seal and letting him recover a little of his cultivation."
"Really?"
Yang Dingtian's eyes lit up. "Then that old fellow will definitely be over the moon."
"Go." Yang Lingtian waved his hand.
Yang Dingtian carried the black-robed elder and transformed into a streak of golden light that shot toward the rear mountain.
Before dawn, a "rustle" sounded before the gate of the Chaos Sacred Sect.
Lei Potian bent over, swinging the bald bamboo