After Wei Yu questioned them all, he learned that most of the people here were disciples of demonic sects.
They were merely the lowest-ranking disciples, the kind who idled away their lives or served as cannon fodder when trouble arose.
Their sects were willing to keep them fed because they needed sacrifices for their invasion of the continent.
Demonic sects were far more ruthlessly pragmatic than Dao cultivators' sects. They had none of the righteous cultivators' propriety, honor, or shame, no respect for masters or the Dao, and no rules or regulations.
All they had was the law of the jungle, where the capable rose to power. Thus, those places were brutal and chaotic, and the weak were destined to become stepping stones for the strong.
In the end, Wei Yu crippled their demonic cultivation before releasing them.
Ning Fan lazily raised his head. "You're rather kindhearted." Despite Wei Yu's cultivation being a good deal higher than his own, his face showed little reverence. Instead, he seemed accustomed to it.
Wei Yu shook his head. "I simply don't want to commit needless slaughter."
The corner of Ning Fan's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
In his view, killing these demonic cultivators outright would have been kinder than crippling their cultivation. After all, not every cultivator had the courage to watch themselves slowly grow old and await death.
It was a long, cruel wait.
Meanwhile, the confrontation between Su Jiu and Wei Ren had also reached a critical point.
Su Jiu sensed the demonic qi attempting to invade her meridians, blood, and dantian. Naturally, none of this affected her. On the contrary, every trace of demonic qi that entered her body was slowly dissolved by the innate origin qi within her.
Su Jiu remained unaffected, but Wei Ren's expression gradually changed.