If the people of Myriad Demon Ridge learned that Chen Yu was a Crimson Blood Sect disciple, there would surely be far more attacks aimed at him.
"Fifth Senior Brother's actions outside bring honor to the sect. There's no question of being dragged down by anyone... I certainly won't disgrace the sect either."
Before dawn had broken, Chen Yu left, taking with him some Spirit Stones and Spiritual Pills he had collected from Shui Yuan.
Not many people saw him off. Only Lu Ye and Hua Ci were there. Chen Yu had good relationships with most of the sect's disciples; after all, he had once managed the Crimson Blood Sect's marketplace. He did not want this farewell to become too sorrowful.
Once he left, his future would be uncertain. He would either achieve fame and success, or die far from home.
Since ancient times, countless cultivators had stepped out of their sect camps and never been heard from again. But just as Chen Yu had said, this was a road every cultivator had to walk. No one could avoid it.
The disciples born into top sects had lofty statuses, didn't they? Yet they too had to leave the shelter of their sects and venture out to temper themselves.
Every cultivator was a piece of uncut jade. Only after being carved by wind and rain could they live a brilliant life. Dreams were extravagant hopes fitted with wings; only one's own efforts could give those wings the strength to beat and soar.
Chen Yu was the first Crimson Blood Sect disciple to leave the camp after Lu Ye. After him, a steady stream of Crimson Blood Sect disciples would also set out, scattering across every corner of the battlefield like sparks of fire.
"I'm going back to Mount Ying."
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