That night, every Flame Ghost Hall Disciple in Jiangcheng City received a message.
The Supernatural Affairs Bureau had only cracked some of their communication channels, but Gongsun Yan, who controlled all of them, was already in custody. They had not even needed to interrogate the old man. Before he had finished walking down the prison corridor leading to his cell, he had spilled everything he knew.
The early disciples of the River City Flame Ghost Hall had been all but wiped out in the selection Yue Wen had organized and the battle between Ahei Yan and Fan Baiyan. Only Yue Wen and Gongsun Yan remained.
The current disciples were all recent recruits of Gongsun Yan's.
Perhaps to make up for the huge sum Yue Wen had extorted from him, the old man had been recruiting disciples at an utterly insane rate lately. It cost two hundred thousand to join. Two people signing up together got ten percent off, three got twenty percent off, and bringing along a few more friends and relatives could knock the price down further.
In just half a month, he had managed to recruit sixty or seventy new disciples.
That was quite outrageous for a Demonic Cultivator Sect.
At their last meeting, he had reported only a dozen or so to Yue Wen. Presumably, he had wanted to skim some off the top and pocket all the money himself.
How many of these new disciples had joined the Flame Ghost Hall after committing heinous crimes? How many were merely curious about Demonic Cultivators? Had any turned to crime after suffering injustice...? All of that was difficult to investigate.
Arresting these dozens of people and interrogating them one by one to establish exactly who had done what would take far too much effort.
When Yue Wen heard