It was said that its disciples prized slaughter above all else and had the least patience for wasting words on rogue cultivators.
When they traveled abroad, anyone who dared block their path would get a few bones broken at best, or become fertile soil beneath the Blood Mulberry Tree at worst... yet they really did not count as evil demons or followers of a sinister path.
Worst of all, the Wusang Sect fiercely protected its own. Even when its disciples were in the wrong, their elders would still stand up for them.
Upon hearing this,
the rogue cultivators who had been hesitating immediately paled.
"So you are disciples of a Dao Sect! We have long admired you. Seeing you from afar today is already an honor."
"Indeed, indeed. I suddenly remembered there was another immortal sound to the east. I'll go have a look first."
"Take your time claiming the treasures, fellow Daoists. We shall take our leave."
For a moment,
the rogue cultivators gathered around the hillside all took flight in streaks of light.
The Immortal-God Cave Abode was so vast, after all. This was hardly the only opportunity within it.
Why fight over this under the Wusang Sect's nose?
A few breaths later,
more than half the people around the hillside were gone.
The few bold ones who remained quietly retreated farther away, daring only to crane their necks and watch.
The red-robed man at their head watched the fleeing rogue cultivators expressionlessly and fell silent for a moment.
A young disciple behind him hesitated slightly, then asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhang... what should we do?"
The red-robed man slowly turned his head.
At his junior brother's question, the corner of his eye twitched.
"What do you think we should do?"
The disciple lowered his