Their clothes were all taken away by the various Incense Masters, without even leaving their underwear.

Although the Yangxiang Sect had already conducted a strict search beforehand to ensure no new followers brought tracking devices, these old clothes were still collected and destroyed.

The new followers didn't have any objections.

After walking in the jungle for so long, they were already covered in foul sweat. Since they were here, they might as well make themselves at home. Keeping a few ragged clothes had no use.

Just as everyone changed into the uniform Yangxiang Sect attire, the Incense Master informed them it was time to eat.

The people had been hungry, their stomachs rumbling, and this news made them even crazier with hunger.

Su Yue, as the Incense Master of the new followers, walked at the front, spirited and with a faint trace of pride on his face.

A group of people behind him chatted aimlessly.

This group was not capable, but they made friends quickly.

Wang Lu Feng, the Toilet Monk, was directly isolated by everyone.

He was someone with a particular scent.

Although Zhou Yuncan was also hungry, he didn't have much appetite.

He was still worried about Dai Yuegui's safety.

The attire was the simplest sweatshirt, without a single pocket, which was convenient, as this group seemed not to need any pockets.

Outside, it was the end of September, and wearing a sweatshirt was appropriate.

The meals of the Yangxiang Sect caused a cheer among this group of followers.

It was truly luxurious.

Fresh seafood, wine, and drinks; they had everything one might want. It was like a buffet restaurant but definitely the kind that cost more than 350 per person.

Everyone rushed to grab something to eat.

Su Yue specifically looked for some seafood.

It wasn't because he craved it, but through the texture and freshness of the seafood, some conclusions could be drawn.

For example, how far this place was from the city.

It was very strange.

Su Yue saw an octopus sashimi, and even though the tentacles were cut off, they still seemed to writhe.

This was definitely the freshest kind.

As he chewed on a plate of seafood, Su Yue's frown deepened.

Where exactly was this enclosed base?

Could it really be a teleportation portal?

That would be ridiculous.

If the Yangxiang Race had portals, they could teleport a group of Grandmasters over and wreak havoc in human cities. Why bother struggling in the Wetlands?

It made no sense.

Yet clearly, he was in the jungle, and with a blink, he appeared in a different environment.

How could this be explained?

And the seafood, very obviously fresh and slaughtered on the spot.

Not doubting Yangxiang Race's preservation techniques, you could eat seafood even in the desert.

But there was absolutely no need.

Being too far from the urban environment dramatically increased the cost of preservation and keeping it alive.

For these first-ranked new followers, they'd enjoy beef stew just as much, so there's no need to use seafood.

There's only one explanation.

This place is very close to the city, so transporting these fresh seafood was not much effort.

Su Yue utterly refused to believe the Yangxiang Sect would use a portal to transport seafood.

Where is this place exactly?

The more Su Yue thought, the more chaotic his mind became.

Why was the Yangxiang Sect so terrifying?

Portals.

If such a sinister device were used on a large scale, the suppression of the Wet Ghost Tower would be meaningless.

Following that, Su Yue picked up some fruits, vegetables, and desserts.

Without exception.

All top-quality and freshest kinds.

This was peculiar.

He glanced at Wang Lu Feng.

This fool had piled 20 fried chicken wings on his plate, eating with great enjoyment.

Zhou Yuncan sat in the corner, looking preoccupied.

After the meal ended,

The group was escorted back to their dormitories to rest.

Everyone was tired after a long day and was already exhausted.

There was no clock in the dormitory, and Su Yue had no idea what time it was now.

"Fellow new followers, before sleeping, the Yangxiang Sect has prepared a Qi Blood Pill for everyone, hoping you'll break through to the second level soon and quickly become pillars of the Yangxiang Sect."

Everyone was already seated on their beds.

Suddenly, the Incense Masters appeared once more.

This time, this group of new followers went completely insane.

As expected.

Joining the Yangxiang Sect was the right path.

Qi Blood Pill, huh.

Are they free?

Having just arrived at the Yangxiang Sect, they had already consumed four pills, which was simply exhilarating.

Some unsuccessful followers were moved to tears, swearing allegiance to the Yangxiang Sect on the spot, willing to die countless deaths.

Ning Yutao walked in, a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Indeed.

Those at the end of their rope have almost no bottom line.

Ning Yutao once read a fable from an era older than the technological age. In the fable, there was a scholar who always adored the official family's esteemed daughter.

He exhausted every means to propose marriage but to no avail, and even got beaten by the official's household steward.

The esteemed daughter was like an Exiled Immortal, pure as ice and clean as jade, looking down on all beings.

Then, the official was suddenly dismissed, and the esteemed daughter became a commoner.

Coincidentally, a great famine occurred that year.

At that time, with just half a bun, the scholar could do whatever he desired with the once unattainable esteemed daughter.

That's the bottom line.

The Yangxiang Sect loved recruiting those Martial Artists stepping on the brink of despair.

Only these people understood the true meaning of life.

The so-called bottom line was worthless in the face of survival.

Previously, Ning Yutao also observed how Su Yue ate.

Sure enough, although he had grand ambitions, he remained unfulfilled.

He always ate seafood, expensive fruits, and exotic vegetables.

On number 6's plate, there was hardly any fish or meat.

The more you lack, the more you desire it, and the more you want to possess it.

A Martial Artist, no matter how down-and-out, would never lack fish and meat.

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