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 some 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 some are starting to become fearful, like startled birds.

This is all normal.

There are also some who want to become 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 someone 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 members, Ning Yutao was extremely 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 supreme 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 moment, it finally cleared.

Actually, it's not that bright.

The place is dim, cement floors and walls, with some 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 metal mask, the cold lines resembling a fox, coupled with the altered husky voice, made Ning Yutao immeasurably 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 name. In the training base, you only have a codename.

"Look at the nameplate in your hand; what number is it? That's your name from now."

Hearing this, Su Yue looked at his palm.

When distributing the revival medicine, the Incense Master also gave everyone a metal plate.

6.

This is Su Yue's code number.

So this is the name.

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 members 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 treatment?

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 Medicine 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 Department back then.

Know that these Martial Artists are all first-tier, some 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, some 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 gentlemen, everyone speaks freely; why did you come 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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