"Senior, Sakurako is a descendant of your clan!" A cultivator at his side immediately spoke up to remind him.
But the moment the cultivator finished speaking,
the ugly cultivator shot him a glare, and an unparalleled pressure, like a massive hammer, slammed viciously into him.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the cultivator was sent flying outright.
Sakurako, who had been about to say something, turned even paler at the sight.
Her delicate body trembled without stop, and the look in her eyes swiftly became one of despair.
Following the senior before her to a secluded cultivation chamber—she knew all too well what that meant.
Within the Fusang Sect, there were countless cultivation methods that harvested yin to replenish yang.
Such methods were exceedingly tyrannical. They were not dual cultivation, but pure harvesting and supplementation.
Other cultivators were treated as cultivation cauldrons.
In the Cultivation World, becoming a cultivation cauldron was something countless cultivators feared and dreaded most.
Unfortunately, the man before her was not merely a senior of the Fusang Sect, but a Tribulation Crossing stage powerhouse. Before such an existence, she had no power to resist at all.
"You little brats, does anyone else have something to say?"
The ugly cultivator swept his gaze over the others in the hall.
Wherever his gaze fell, the people in the hall shook their heads frantically. Not one of them dared make another sound.
With the lesson of the cart ahead of them plainly displayed, speaking up now was no different from seeking death.
Besides, the Fusang Sect had always been steeped in such practices. Even among those in the hall, there were no lack of people who had rapidly raised their cultivation and strength through such methods.
They themselves were no better, so how could they dare criticize the actions of