Chapter 633: A Bit Strange

"Big brother, I'm here to take the Qing Lei Shendao Sect's disciple selection—why are you stopping me from going to Qing Lei Shendao Sect?"

Ding Huan's voice wasn't just loud—it was furious.

Such a loud voice? Anyone who isn't deaf could hear it clearly.

Bo Ya glared coldly at the sinister-faced man: "You're trying to prevent someone from joining my Qing Lei Shendao Sect's disciple selection?"

The sinister-faced man froze—he never expected Ding Huan to shout so loudly. Logically, anyone else would've dared not raise their voice at a time like this.

Feeling Bo Ya's anger, he quickly said: "Senior, I only stopped him from passing—I didn't block anyone else…"

Ding Huan silently cursed the idiot.

From the idle chatter of these people, Ding Huan learned how hard it was to join a sect in the Lower Divine Lands.

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These nine thunder pillars were arranged outside the sect in specific positions.

Another month passed, and Bo Ya finally steered the ship to a halt before a sect.

The Qing Lei Shendao Sect's territory was vast—the flying divine beast flew for a full half incense stick before landing on a massive peak.

How could it end with just "someone from a certain peak's master commissioned us to recruit"? The crowd murmured; Ding Huan stared at the words "Qing Lei Shendao Sect" and wondered what this meant. The nine didn't wait long before a man with white hair and a ruddy complexion stepped down from empty air before them.

Deeper inside, Ding Huan faintly saw flickers of thunderlight—someone must be practicing Thunder Divine Art.

Ding Huan, this newcomer, had caused the Free Cultivators Alliance great losses—not only had they lost the tribute from Five Scalpers, but over a dozen men had died last time when confronting the tavern owner.

The sect's depths were entirely wrapped in protective arrays; though he hadn't entered, Ding Huan could sense the thick, dense divine energy.

Far away, the other two Free Cultivators Alliance executives watched their companion get slapped to death—sweat poured down their backs.

The deeper the ship flew, the denser the divine energy became.

If blood food came for Ding Huan, don't blame him for telling Qian Tunhua why it was so red.

For sect disciple recruitment, inner disciples' spiritual sense and spiritual energy pillars must exceed ten zhang.

But Bo Ya's power was immense, and the ship's quality was high—this suction couldn't drag the ship into the sea.

The divine energy was not only mottled, but also sparse.

Yet this suction was far weaker than the pull of those ladder-seas in Wang Shen.

Bo Ya controlled the ship; the veiled woman never left the cabin.

Qian Tun's aura was tightly concealed, but since he practiced the Great Cosmic Art, he saw right through Qian Tun's oddness.

Originally, Ding Huan planned that if the two Qing Lei Shendao Sect members stayed overnight in Wang Shen, he'd take the chance to wipe out the Free Cultivators Alliance.

This kind of person was not only ruthless but cunning—so most free cultivators avoided close ties with Ding Huan.

In one day, Qing Lei Shendao Sect recruited only nine outer disciples.

A spiritual sense scan revealed the sect's protective array was locked—escaping instantly was unrealistic, or rather, suicide.

Ding Huan silently thought: these recruits must be cannon fodder for the sect.

Divine energy transformed under these conditions couldn't possibly become strong—that'd be strange.

Ding Huan and the other eight recruited outer disciples sat aboard Qing Lei Shendao Sect's ship, watching it fly over a withered forest, then cross a sea.

Even the worst sect in the Lower Divine Lands couldn't be offended by the Wang Shen Free Cultivators Alliance.

At least it shared the same origin as that sea.

Qing Lei Shendao Sect's outer disciple recruitment test was simple—no talent assessment at all; only spiritual energy and spiritual sense were tested.

Because the requirements were absurdly low.

Ding Huan was now a Level Three Divine Array Master—he could instantly tell these nine thunder pillars were the nine array flags of a sealing array.

Thus, Ding Huan's spiritual sense barely reached four zhang, and his spiritual energy reached a bit over five zhang.

He unconsciously walked to the back of the nine.

After saying this, Bo Ya turned and entered Qing Lei Shendao Sect, vanishing instantly.

As for spiritual sense, some couldn't even exceed one zhang.

He turned to Ding Huan: "Join the line. Whether you join Qing Lei Shendao Sect depends entirely on your own fortune."

Even if Ding Huan hadn't boarded Bo Ya's ship, his Cosmic Cauldron could've easily flown across this sea.

Ding Huan and the other eight, as outer disciples, were forced to stay together in one cabin and chat.

When it came to Thunder Divine Art, Ding Huan himself possessed the Heavenly Thunder Dao Art.

The others could all understand this.

It was a top-tier Great Divine Art among the Three Thousand Great Dao Arts—yet he'd never found a suitable Dao field to cultivate it.

Qing Lei Shendao Sect didn't even require half the standard—what else could this be but recruiting cannon fodder? Ding Huan had clearly overestimated the sect's cultivators; over ninety percent of the test-takers couldn't reach five zhang in spiritual energy, most hovering between three and four zhang.

The only thing that gave Ding Huan slight comfort was that this guy had developed some problems—his current cultivation level must have dropped drastically.

Ding Huan and the others stepped off the ship and saw nine thunder pillars before them.

Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it.

Ding Huan sighed deeply—if Wang Shen had no Divine Core Stones, no one would want to stay there. Qing Lei Shendao Sect was clearly far away—the ship had flown for half a month and still showed no sign of stopping.

He smiled warmly, radiating approachability: "Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Qian Tun, peak master of Qing Lei Shan. Follow me."

Judging by this, Qing Lei Shendao Sect seemed quite decent. After crossing the sea, Ding Huan felt the ambient divine energy become pure and dense.

Hearing Bo Ya's words, he felt something was off: "Senior Bo Ya, aren't we supposed to go to the outer sect and wait for the outer sect executives to assign us to various divine peaks?"

Under Qian Tun's lead, the nine reached the sect's inner plaza, then boarded a flying divine beast bound for Qian Lei Shan.

Killing a free cultivator was no different to Bo Ya than squashing an ant.

In a short time, Ding Huan realized—they weren't recruited as outer disciples at all, but as blood food for Qian Tun.

Another executive had just died.

The veiled woman stepped off the ship and immediately entered the sect without even greeting Bo Ya.

Besides Ding Huan, all the newly recruited outer sect disciples sighed in relief.

The member of the Freelancer Alliance watching Ding Huan from afar, seeing his score pass and him accepted as an outer sect disciple of Qing Lei Shendao Sect, could only return dejectedly to report.

He only needed to cultivate within the sect.

This sullen-faced man was smashed into fragments by that slap.

This place is good, suitable for cultivation.

When it was Ding Huan's turn, only four disciples had met the standard.

But Ding Huan's heart sank.

Those with good talent had long since joined the sect.

Ding Huan saw clearly: the seawater in the sea below was the same as the stair-sea water atop Wangshen Terrace.

Ding Huan spoke little, and besides, he was a ruthless man—he had dared to kill Ao Papi in public upon arrival, and still managed to hide until the Qing Lei Shendao Sect came to recruit disciples.

They could be called the envy of many freelancers still lingering on Wangshen Terrace, having joined the sect of Shenzhidi.

In fact, since the disciple recruitment began, this woman had not uttered a single word.

Bo Ya looked at everyone and said: "Wait here. The master of Qianlei Mountain, Director Qian Xun, will come soon to lead you."

Ding Huan did not choose to stand out; his cultivation method and secrets did not require him to become an inner sect disciple.

This guy's cultivation level was lower than Bo Ya's, but he was certainly a Shen Jun.

It wasn't that the disciples of Xiushihe Sect truly differed so greatly.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Bo Ya brought down a slap.

Ding Huan had once been a sect leader, and even founded the Lanxing Sect.

In their eyes, Master Director Qian Xun was still kind and easy to get along with.

With a slight sweep of his divine sense, Ding Huan felt a suction force pull at the flying artifact.

So once you enter Qing Lei Shendao Sect, you will be outer sect disciples of Qianlei Mountain."

His divine sense swept into Qing Lei Shendao Sect.

By calculation, Ding Huan's divine sense was among the best in this group, and his divine origin was above average.

He had seen similar jade slips in the rings of several Papi.

If you've ended up on Wangshen Terrace, what good talent could you possibly have?

They were brought here, and even as outer sect disciples, they were supposed to be taken by an outer sect steward to register first, then find lodging, and finally receive the sect's basic dao robe and cultivation scripture.

Everyone exchanged glances; not only Ding Huan, but even the other few felt something was off.

With Ding Huan becoming an outer sect disciple of Shenzhidi Sect, the Freelancer Alliance could only swallow this hatred.

Ding Huan stood at the back; he looked on and saw that the divine origin test involved gathering power to strike the testing artifact once—anyone who could make the light column reach five zhang passed.

Ding Huan thought silently: this woman truly had no manners.

This man's dao resonance seemed exceedingly amiable, and his demeanor extremely gentle, yet his surrounding dao resonance was mottled, carrying a faint bloodthirsty aura.

The cultivators lingering on Wangshen Terrace had mostly transformed their divine origin here.

At this moment, no one dared to even look at Ding Huan, let alone step forward to stop him.

After recruiting nine outer sect disciples, Bo Ya of Qing Lei Shendao Sect summoned a flying artifact and departed with several disciples.

Think about it—what good spiritual energy could Wangshen Terrace possibly offer?

Just don't provoke him.

"Thank you, Elder." Ding Huan bowed his fist, then quietly stepped to the back of the crowd.

Bo Ya gave Ding Huan a meaningful glance, and answered his question: "Qing Lei Shendao Sect does not recruit outer sect disciples. This time, we recruited you because I was entrusted by Master Director Qian Xun of Qianlei Mountain."

To be honest, a sealing array right at the sect's entrance made Ding Huan feel uneasy.

As for divine sense, achieving three zhang with the divine sense testing artifact counts as passing.

Upon entering this peak summit, Ding Huan was even more certain his judgment was correct.

This place was saturated with bloodthirsty aura—clearly, Director Qian Xun used blood offerings to heal or cultivate.

No wonder they sought those with stronger divine origin and divine sense, no wonder they came to a place like Wangshen Terrace, where low-tier cultivators gathered.

Director Qian Xun dared not openly seek blood offerings anywhere else.

(End of Chapter)