As soon as Lin Wanshan and the others returned to their new sect, they summoned the Core Elders and Grand Supreme Elders.
All told, they scraped together over five thousand people.
The counterfeit Emperor Pavilion extortion army officially began training.
That training lasted ten days.
After ten days, the force finally began to look the part. The troops had taken shape, but their swollen faces had become a uniform of their own.
Bruised noses, swollen faces, and blackened eyes.
When they walked, each was stiffer than the last.
"Sect Master, is this training, or tribulation transcendence?"
An elder clutched his lower back and asked cautiously.
Lin Wanshan looked over with a cold expression.
"What do you think?"
These people were all sect elders, accustomed to pampered lives. Standing, they wanted to sit; sitting, they wanted to lie down.
They had barely stood for a while during training before some began secretly edging off to the side.
"Sect Master, my legs ache."
"Sect Master, my back hurts."
"Sect Master, I think we should balance work and rest."
How could Lin Wanshan indulge them?
Anyone who disobeyed was pinned to the ground and pummeled, just as the Ancestor had pummeled him before.
At first, some refused to accept it. They were sect elders, after all. Surely they deserved at least a shred of dignity.
After a few beatings, though, everyone behaved.
Now, never mind wanting to lie down while sitting-even their standing posture was straighter than a tree.
An elder sporting two black eyes approached Lin Wanshan. "Sect Master, what color should we choose for our army's armor?"
Holding a sound-amplifying magical artifact, Lin Wanshan pondered for a moment. "The first bunch wore Purple-Gold Battle Armor, and the group after them was the Golden Armor Army."
He raised his head. "How about