Recruiting the Third Disciple

The Blood River Sect Master scrambled out of the Profound Class Death Prison, hurrying to the surface to carry out the utterly absurd task of making his disciples kowtow and pay compensation.

At last, a brief silence returned to the gloomy underground palace.

The pungent smell of blood still lingered in the air.

Qin Lin remained seated upon the dust-covered Grand Master’s chair.

Outwardly, he looked as immovable as a towering mountain.

In reality, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

That entire sequence of bluffing had been held together by nothing but his absurdly strong nerves.

“Master, is that old geezer missing a few screws?”

Yu Ruyan scratched her head in confusion as she sheathed her rusty firewood cleaver.

“He got scared half to death just because you fed him a dirt pellet?”

At that moment, her stomach let out a thunderous growl.

“So… when are we going up to eat Beggar’s Chicken?”

“Watch your words.”

“That was an immortal pill personally refined by your master using supreme Creation.”

Qin Lin smoothly covered up the truth.

Meanwhile, Luo Youmeng gazed at him with unconcealed admiration.

“Senior Sister, what do you know?”

“Master is weaving an unimaginably grand scheme.”

“Without spilling a single drop of blood, he turned a peak Foundation Establishment demonic ancestor into the Wentian Sect’s watchdog.”

“Such mastery over people’s hearts through the Dao of the Thousand Arts is simply beyond comprehension.”

While the two disciples busily interpreted their master’s “profound intentions,” Qin Lin suddenly felt something strange brush against his leg.

He lowered his head.

The red-dressed demoness, whose body was covered in black sealing runes, had somehow crawled silently to his feet.

The previous bloodlust and madness had completely disappeared.

Instead, her crimson eyes overflowed with morbid obsession.

Like a frightened young beast seeking security, she clung tightly to Qin Lin’s leg.

She even greedily stuck out her tongue and gently licked the speck of dust clinging to the hem of his robe.

“It smells so good…”

“Big Brother smells better than anyone in the whole world…”

She murmured incoherently, repeating herself with almost obsessive fixation.

“Don’t abandon me…”

“I know how to bite people…”

“If anyone bullies Big Brother…”

“I’ll tear them into pieces…”

“Please don’t leave me…”

Qin Lin felt his scalp tingle.

This was a monster that had nearly chewed a Foundation Establishment ancestor alive.

Keeping her around was like carrying a barrel of explosives.

Taking a slow breath, he silently called out,

‘System, scan this crazy girl.’

Instantly, a translucent blue panel that only Qin Lin could see appeared before him.

Name: Su Qingluo

Aptitude: Grade Jia (Innate Demonic Bone, Ancient Demon God Bloodline Reversion)

Traits:

• Born Slaughterer (Possesses absolute instinct for killing. Ignores pain while fighting.)
• Obsessive Devotion (Craves affection to an extreme degree. As long as she is supplied with pure true essence, she would willingly die without hesitation.)

Status: Recently suppressed by the host’s pure true essence and imperial pressure. The backlash from her demonic bloodline has been forcibly subdued. Due to her overwhelming lack of security, she is on the verge of forming an extremely obsessive and fanatical bond with the host.

Current Loyalty: 100

Looking at the dazzling panel, which somehow radiated pure insanity, Qin Lin couldn’t help inhaling sharply.

One hundred.

Maximum loyalty.

This wasn’t a walking bomb.

It was a top-tier bodyguard personally delivered by the system.

He immediately opened his own Sect Master’s panel.

Sect Master: Qin Lin

Sect: Wentian Sect (Lv.2)

Current Progress: 2

Population: 3

Prestige: 2,000

Qin Lin looked at Su Qingluo as though she were a walking mountain of gold.

“Your name is Su Qingluo, correct?”

“If you desire my true essence that badly…”

“…then I’ll give you the chance.”

“From this day onward, you are the third disciple of the Wentian Sect.”

“If I forbid you to kill someone, then you are not to spill even a single drop of their blood.”

“But if I tell you to kill…”

“…then even if your target is an Immortal of the Ninth Heaven…”

“…you will bite them to pieces.”

“Understood?”

Su Qingluo froze.

Then she awkwardly knelt on the ground and knocked her forehead heavily against the bluestone floor several times.

An unnervingly blissful smile bloomed across her pale face.

“I’ll bite whoever Master tells me to bite…”

“If anyone dares touch Master…”

“…Qingluo will eat their entire family.”

[Ding! Congratulations! You have successfully recruited your third disciple: Su Qingluo!]

[Total daily AFK rewards increased!]

[Passive Feedback Successful: Host has obtained Ancient Demon Physique (Beginner). Physical durability has increased dramatically!]

Feeling that terrifying surge of power fill his body once more…

…along with the satisfying realization that his Prestige balance had grown substantially richer…

Qin Lin nodded in satisfaction.

Now, even if he simply stood still and allowed that Foundation Establishment old monster to attack him…

…the man probably wouldn’t even be able to break through his defenses.

“Let’s go.”

“Follow your master.”

Qin Lin swept his sleeve grandly.

His eyes burned with anticipation as he looked toward the surface.

“It’s time to see…”

“…whether there are any more naturally gifted seedlings up there.”

‘…Ahem.’

‘Almost said “leeks.”’

A short while later…

Qingshui Town Central Square.

Brilliant sunlight poured over the land that should have become a living hell.

Instead…

An utterly absurd scene was unfolding before the stunned townspeople.

“Kowtow harder, damn it!”

“You frightened this old lady!”

“Here’s ten low-grade spirit stones as compensation!”

“If any of you dare shortchange her by even one stone…”

“I’ll tear you apart myself!”

The Blood River Sect Master was energetically cracking his whip as he supervised his demonic cultivators, forcing them to kneel before ordinary mortals and compensate them.

Amid this surreal atmosphere…

Qin Lin slowly ascended the platform with his three exceptionally eye-catching disciples.

He looked down upon the several hundred young men and women gathered below.

Though dressed in rags, they had somehow survived this chaotic world.

In Qin Lin’s eyes…

They were no longer refugees.

They were blind boxes.

Each one concealed precious Prestige Points waiting to be claimed.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Lin relied on his newly strengthened physique to project his voice like a great bronze bell across the entire square.

“People of Qingshui Town…”

“Do not be afraid!”

“We are cultivators of the Wentian Sect!”

“As of today…”

“…the Blood River Sect has been completely subdued!”

“Starting today, the Wentian Sect officially opens its gates!”

“We care not about your origins…”

“…nor whether you are mortal.”

“As long as your aptitude is sufficient…”

“…you may enter our sect and cultivate the Supreme Dao!”

“You’ll never have to worry about food or clothing again…”

“…and every meal will have meat!”

The moment Qin Lin unleashed his polished recruitment pitch—

Especially the promise of meat with every meal, combined with the shocking sight of demonic cultivators paying compensation to mortals—

The entire square erupted into deafening cheers.

Watching the crowd surge forward in desperation, everyone hoping to have their aptitude tested…

Qin Lin calmly sat back down in the Grand Master’s chair atop the platform.

He leisurely crossed one leg over the other.

‘One by one…’

‘At this rate…’

‘A thousand years of cultivation is practically within reach.’