"Tell me, Martial Aunt—just how long is this boring business supposed to go on?"
"Besides, it would be one thing if the Heavenly Corpse Sect's territory had no value, but the people left inside are all liabilities among liabilities. Look at them—none of them have any talent for cultivation."
"Not only that, after living year in and year out in a place with such dense yin energy, coupled with the Yin Gathering Art and corpse-refining methods, every last one of them is neither human nor ghost, neither yin nor yang.
"Even if we take them in, we'll have to help them readjust. It's simply a bottomless pit. I just don't understand, Martial Aunt—why are we taking over this mess?"
It was that young man. After arriving alongside the great ship, he had also been left behind and began dealing with the Heavenly Corpse Sect's aftermath.
After all, the higher-ups of the Heavenly Corpse Sect could simply pack up and flee without a care, but the mess they left behind had to be dealt with.
The current Heavenly Corpse Sect had several million "people" and tens of thousands of formal disciples.
Though none of them were particularly strong—without corpses, any righteous-path disciple at the same realm could easily take them down—
They absolutely could not simply be left alone!
Otherwise, if they were allowed to develop freely, they would definitely become an enormous calamity.
Once they scattered, there was no need for many of them to continue their old trade. Even a tenth would cause tremendous devastation.
After all, they could not afford to provoke cultivators of the same realm—but what about ordinary mortals?
Corpse refinement did have certain requirements for its materials, but low-level human corpses were still easy enough to obtain.
In truth, the best solution would have been