All You Can Want

For a time,

the entire edge of the black mist became a place where even a single Demonic Beast was hard to come by.

Sometimes, to fight over the Demonic Core of one low-level Demonic Beast, many people would come to blows.

Those disciples would probably never have imagined that, in an environment once overrun by Demonic Beasts, they would actually reach a point where they could not find even one to kill.

Cloud Tribulation Sect.

As one of the top ten Tribulation Sects in the Immortal Realm, it naturally had quite a few sect disciples training near the boundary of the black mist.

Yet after arriving in the Immortal Realm, once the one-year period expired, ninety-nine percent of the sect's disciples—including even the exceptionally outstanding ones—had failed to complete their missions. This naturally drew the attention of the Cloud Tribulation Sect's upper ranks.

At the entrance to the Cloud Tribulation Sect, a young girl with braided hair held a sword in her hand and prepared all sorts of equipment.

Beside her, several elders were giving detailed instructions with kindly expressions.

"Little Fish, if you encounter danger outside, remember to crush the jade slip in time. Your Martial Uncles will definitely rush over at once."

"This is medicine for restoring your vital energy."

"Take this sword too."

"And this, a teleportation scroll."

"Also, if you get hurt, these pills will come in handy."

"I've already sent word about your descent from the mountain. Any Cloud Tribulation Sect disciples you encounter outside will obey your commands unconditionally. So after going down the mountain, the first thing you must do is find them. With their help, things will be much more convenient for you."

The elders stuffed bottle after bottle of pills into the girl's ring. For the first formal training expedition