I Truly Wanted to Take a Master, Not Sneak into the Martial Arts Collection

After rebuking the group of newly joined Demon-Subduing Sect disciples, Elder Duan's gaze fell upon Chen Xu, who sat atop a chunk of bluestone. Smiling, he stroked his long beard.

He had gone through the same thing back then, climbing from a D District disciple to his current position as an elder. Thus, seeing such a bloody scene not only failed to disgust him, but even made him somewhat nostalgic for those days when he ran about every night just to earn a few more Blood-Qi Pills.

After glancing at the four cloth bags tied at Chen Xu's waist, Elder Duan merely snorted and paid them no mind.

On the surface, the Demon-Subduing Sect prohibited disciples from slaughtering one another. In reality, however, every night, disciples settled grudges and avenged resentments. A considerable number of those who died had not perished at the hands of Anomalies, but beneath the blades of their fellow disciples.

As for why the Demon-Subduing Sect had not collapsed due to such severe internal attrition among its disciples, the reason was simple.

Their sect was the strongest sect in the surrounding region, without question. Every day, countless people came from all over hoping to join. As long as they maintained that position, disciples would continue flowing in without end, so there was nothing to worry about.

"You there on the bluestone, come over." Elder Duan beckoned to Chen Xu. This child reminded him of his younger self. No, he was even more outstanding than Elder Duan had been in his youth. Back then, it had taken him nearly a year after joining the sect before he first stepped out of his little wooden hut at night.

Since he had spent years recruiting new disciples outside the sect, the other elders had already taken several disciples each,