Li Si walked out of the Ruined Temple, glanced at the gloomy sky in the distance, and frowned slightly.
"Rotten luck. Rain again!"
But on second thought, he could not help sneering.
"Whatever. I've already passed on the Qi Refining methods. Not many of them will die!"
He had trained those people merely to fulfill the Corpse Immortal Sect's requirement to provide it with Named Disciples.
This was the final task in his assessment for entry into the inner court. His strength had long since been sufficient. Once he secured that status, he would truly ride the wind and become a dragon, roaming wherever he pleased.
"Perhaps even Foundation Establishment will be within reach..."
He recalled everything he had experienced over the past year and more.
Chang Kong Sea had been reclaimed by the righteous path. Everywhere, Heavenly Court troops and Immortal Alliance cultivators were hunting them down. He had hidden here and fled there, like a rat in a sewer that everyone wanted beaten to death. There was not a shred of a cultivator's dignity in it.
Over the past year and more, he had felt utterly miserable.
But thinking of the righteous heroes he had slaughtered, Li Si's lips curled again into a cruel sneer.
"It was thanks to them that I acquired several nearly perfect Qi Refining Realm Corpse Puppets in just over a year, gaining the strength I have today!
"And recently, several elders of the Corpse Immortal Sect have arrived to reinforce us. The righteous path's experts have no time to bother with small fry like us.
"Those righteous little bastards alone are no match for me!"
Corpse Immortal Sect cultivators were difficult to deal with at lower cultivation levels. Or rather, all Unorthodox Path cultivators were difficult to deal with at those levels.
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