Sword Points to the Ancient Royal Clan

Sword Pointed at the Ancient Royal Clan

"Five hundred thousand? In other words, our sect's intake of disciples this year will increase fivefold at once. Can the holy land supply that?"

An old man and a young man sat cross-legged beside a mountain spring, raising their cups as they drank together.

For the great holy lands and sects, taking in fresh blood was far more than simply recruiting a batch of disciples qualified for cultivation. It involved every conceivable aspect.

Supporting facilities, cultivation resources, pills, weapons, treasured medicines, divine materials...

The daily resource consumption of over a million cultivators who produced nothing was simply astronomical.

Of course, any aristocratic family or holy land with some foresight possessed its own industries. Direct descendants were dispatched to manage them, while the countless subjects within their territories supported the entire clan.

"Do not underestimate our sect. Merak has been reestablished for nearly twenty years, and our foundation has steadily grown stronger. We can fully support an undertaking of this scale."

The Human quasi-emperor set down his cup, his heart calm and clear.

The matter of the Wang Family of the Northern Plains had been settled once and for all.

The Divine Treasury of an ancient aristocratic family was truly terrifying, with all manner of unimaginable treasures appearing one after another.

To say nothing else, the ancient ancestral beast that had once been the beloved mount of the Wang Family's Great Saint ancestor—a creature capable of battling Human Saints—had been brainwashed and placed in the vast mountain ranges around the sect, where it now served as one of the guardian divine beasts.

The Purple Lightning Hammer forged by the Wang Family's Great Saint had long since birthed a spirit as an inherited Saint weapon. Yet it too could not withstand the near-demonic Divine Crossing