At first, he had felt that the Heavenly Corpse Sect did not seem much like a Demon Sect; the disciples were far too harmonious with one another.
But after hearing the conversation between those three, Li Su realized he had been wrong—completely wrong.
Above the level of formal disciple, everyone in the Heavenly Corpse Sect was a fucking wolf among wolves.
That single line—one day as population, population for life—had already bloodily peeled open the bottomless pit that was the Heavenly Corpse Sect.
Come to think of it, that made sense.
Li Su refined corpses quite quickly, but for an ordinary corpse-refining disciple, even if he had already established his foundation, refining just one first-grade nine-talisman human corpse would take at least a century, with countless resources consumed along the way.
Setting aside everything else, the talisman paper required for the talismans alone was already an astronomical expense.
Li Su might have made them seem effortless, but crafting talismans placed no small demand on one's spiritual power. The predecessor whose place he had taken could refine two or three talismans a day, but that counted only the successful ones, not the failures.
In truth, behind every two or three successful talismans lay at least a dozen failures.
In other words, while one low-grade spirit stone could buy a hundred sheets of talisman paper, disciples like these would have a success rate of no more than fifty percent—probably only around forty percent at most.
Even Li Su needed a thousand basic talismans to successfully produce a single four-layer talisman.
And those were a thousand talismans imbued with the all-purpose magical power known as Sky Firmament Qi. If an ordinary disciple tried layering talismans, what would that even amount to?
Thus, once one calculated it carefully, one would discover that in the