Ning Yutao has returned.
Beside him, an Incense Master is holding the information about this group of people.
Ning Yutao did not speak either.
He just watched the group perform and began to verify their identities.
There are so frustrated rich second-generation.
As expected.
This group is the most useless, crying loudly, cursing wildly, calling for parents, simply a bunch of trash.
Ning Yutao despises this group the most.
The largest group among them are fugitives.
As expected.
As long as they are fugitives, they all behave very calmly, although so are starting to beco fearful, like startled birds.
This is all normal.
There are also so who want to beco powerful through the Yangxiang Sect.
This batch is very few, only two or three.
But these two or three people are very violent and irritable.
Such as the person from the fighting club.
He is ruthless, breaking soone else’s arm just because they touched him.
Ning Yutao admires this kind of unreasonable, low-quality ruthlessness the most.
Others didn’t show much inquiry.
When recruiting this batch of new cult mbers, Ning Yutao was extrely cautious, so the possibility of spies from the Zhenqin Corps sneaking in is very low.
Combined with the performance of this group, there should be no major issue.
"Quiet, all of you!"
Ning Yutao observed for about half an hour.
He tossed the information to the Incense Master and then shouted angrily.
With the suffocating pressure of Qi Blood, this batch of first-tier Martial Artists finally quieted down.
"Everyone, we have arrived at the training base.
"Once you ingest the pill, you can see the light again; our Yangxiang Sect will not harm you.
"As for what you just experienced, it was the supre Divine Techniques of the Yangxiang Sect."
While Ning Yutao was speaking, the Incense Masters had already distributed the pills to everyone.
Su Yue took the pill and swallowed it.
After his vision blurred for a mont, it finally cleared.
Actually, it’s not that bright.
The place is dim, cent floors and walls, with so dim lights overhead, almost like a sewer.
Su Yue glanced around.
He saw the disguised forms of Wang Lu Feng and Zhou Yuncan, but he also quickly looked away without extra attention.
"Hall Master, we were just in the jungle; how did we suddenly get here? Does our Yangxiang Sect have teleportation spells?"
A slightly chubby Martial Artist asked.
"Humph, the Yangxiang Sect is vast in its Divine Techniques; various powerful spells abound, and teleportation is just one of them.
"You were all carefully selected elites by the Yangxiang Sect, and you’ll soar in future with its guidance."
The dark tal mask, the cold lines resembling a fox, coupled with the altered husky voice, made Ning Yutao imasurably mysterious.
Suddenly, nearly 100 people in the venue didn’t dare utter a word.
Su Yue observed.
This person is a human race traitor.
Not part of the Yangxiang Race, fourth-tier strength, very formidable.
"From now on, you should forget your city identity and na. In the training base, you only have a codena.
"Look at the naplate in your hand; what number is it? That’s your na from now."
Hearing this, Su Yue looked at his palm.
When distributing the revival dicine, the Incense Master also gave everyone a tal plate.
6.
This is Su Yue’s code number.
So this is the na.
Su Yue suddenly realized that the symbolism isn’t bad, 666.
Wang Lu Feng checked his number, which is 69.
Feeling like this number, how to say it... seems a bit evil.
Zhou Yuncan’s code is 91.
His mind froze: 91, Mr. Zhou?
...
"Feel free to sit down everyone.
"Training for new cult mbers starts now; you are future managers cultivated by the Yangxiang Sect, so no need to be restrained.
"These three Qi Blood Pills compensate for your fatigue along the way.
"Hot water and new clothes are ready, and soon you can rest back at the dormitory."
Ning Yutao let everyone sit.
Honestly.
This batch is too bizarre, and Ning Yutao doesn’t know how to treat them.
In about ten days, they will die along with the beheaded prisoners.
Following Hei Chen’s idea, as long as they feel joyful and have fervent worship for the Yangxiang Sect in these ten days, it’s enough.
Thus, Ning Yutao plans to take it easy.
Behind Ning Yutao, those Incense Masters were nearly losing their minds.
When I joined the sect initially, it was bullying and threats; after mixing for so long, still just a small Incense Master, essentially a clerk.
Why do this batch of peculiar weaklings deserve such treatnt?
But they don’t dare speak up.
Ning Yutao is the Hall Master; his words are law.
Indeed!
In just a few minutes, a lot of Qi Blood Pills were brought here.
The Yangxiang Sect is really generous, giving each person three pills right away.
Many Martial Artists smiled broadly.
Su Yue also marveled, the Yangxiang Sect is indeed wealthy.
It’s crucial to block the route that transports Spirit dicine from the Yangxiang Race at Wetland to Earth, or else this cult is too rich to fade away.
The pills are real.
And their efficacy rivaled the special supply given by Pan Yizheng to the Military Departnt back then.
Know that these Martial Artists are all first-tier, so are already over 40 years old, imagining how tough their past must have been.
If they had accessed such pills earlier, they wouldn’t just be reaching 20 cards at such an age.
Indeed, so Martial Artists already feel a sense of belonging to the Yangxiang Sect.
What a clever policy.
Giving you a bowl of rice when you’re weakest, about to starve, is called a favor.
"Ladies and gentlen, everyone speaks freely; why did you co to the Yangxiang Sect?"
Suddenly, Ning Yutao calmly asked.
He felt the atmosphere was a bit tense, so decided to chat casually first.
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