Saint Lord Taichu was indeed extremely good to his disciples, but if they refused to listen to him, they would not meet a good end either. After all, he believed he would never give anyone the chance to freeload. If you were dishonest and disobedient, he would destroy you.
"It hurts so much! Master, it really hurts! I only argued with you a little, yet you're trying to kill me outright. Was that necessary? To put it bluntly, Master, which one of us disciples hasn't followed you around? We would never stir up trouble behind your back, yet now you're treating us like tools, using us however you please."
"Don't we even have the right to voice the grievances in our hearts? Master, honestly, I'm too disappointed in you. When I go out in the future, I will never tell anyone that you are my master or that I am your disciple!"
Becoming Saint Lord Taichu's disciple was not so simple. First, one had to pass the test of character. If you could not pass it, then so what if you were Heavenly King Laozi himself? Saint Lord Taichu would not even spare you a glance. Even passing it did not mean much.
It only meant that you had barely passed the entry-level trial. In the days and years to come, there would be countless more tests for you to endure. It was nowhere near that simple. What Saint Lord Taichu said, when boiled down to it—
—struck straight into their hearts. They wanted to resist now, but they could not.
After that disciple was slashed down, everyone else thought, Good heavens, if I disobey, will I get cut down too? So they desperately charged forward, for no other reason than that they felt they absolutely could not make Saint