The Day That Kept Repeating

"I thought I was the only one who had set my sights on this treasure ground. I never expected to run into a fellow sect member with the same goal. I don't know whether to call it good luck or bad." The man's lips moved slightly, and his words drifted into Chen Xu's ears.

"Oh, right. Let me introduce myself. I am Meng Baichuan, a Grade-A disciple of the Demon-Subduing Sect."

"A Grade-A disciple?" Chen Xu could not help glancing at him several more times. Grade-A disciples of the Demon-Subduing Sect were exceedingly rare; there were fewer than five in total. They enjoyed the highest level of treatment offered to disciples by the sect and represented the strongest power among the younger generation.

There were only two requirements for becoming a Grade-A disciple:

First, one had to be under fifty years old.

Second, one had to have reached the Martial Core Realm.

They were the future of the Demon-Subduing Sect and candidates to become its next sect master.

Whichever of them broke through to the Blood-Soul Realm first would become the next sect master of the Demon-Subduing Sect. The rest would automatically become Grade-A elders and assist the sect master.

"You know they are actually all dead already, don't you?" Meng Baichuan folded up his handkerchief with extreme care and seriousness, as if it were an incredibly precious work of art.

Without waiting for Chen Xu to reply, he continued on his own, "To be safe and ensure I could obtain that item, I came here every night to look for an opportunity.

"Don't you think they are pitiful? They are dead, yet they do not know they died long ago. Every day, they diligently and tirelessly repeat a scene that has already been repeated who knew how many times.