A Little More Ruthless Than the Ruthless

Myconid sects that ended their seclusion to expand were all those located in areas without powerful forces nearby.

These Myconid sects possessed Void Refining ancestors and groups of Golden Core and Nascent Soul bigwigs; they were the heavens in their local regions, their words absolute.

Of course, the Myconid sects did not empty their coffers, merely revealing a few high-level cultivators capable of suppressing other factions.

In a region that should have been barren, the sudden appearance of a large number of high-level cultivators who did not belong there would inevitably attract watchful eyes, sparking suspicions that a treasure had been unearthed.

Once suspicion arose, action would soon follow.

The Myconid sects did not want to reveal their bottom line bit by bit through endless probing, eventually being forced to expose their extraterrestrial power just to preserve themselves.

This did not align with their development strategy; they intended to infiltrate locally, not to exterminate and rebuild from scratch.

"Why only recruit female disciples? I can get rid of that useless thing!"

One day, a joke broke out while a Myconid sect was recruiting disciples.

A male cultivator with decent talent, upon hearing that the superior sect only accepted female disciples, immediately and sorrowfully expressed that he was in no way inferior to the female disciples.

If they disliked him for having extra parts, he could discard them; he was obsessed with cultivation anyway, and that thing was of no use at all.

The cultivator's sorrowful accusation stunned the audience, and many male cultivators watching the spectacle felt a chill in their hearts.

This brother was truly too ruthless; to seek immortality, he could actually go this far.

"A bit interesting."

When this joke reached Medivh's ears, he had to admire that this cultivator was even more ruthless than a ruthless