Chapter 962

In fact, it wasn't just Venerable Hong who thought this way; the Dao Yi Sect had always upheld the philosophy that human life was paramount.

To put it simply, if a problem could be solved with money, they would absolutely never use human lives to fill the gap.

Unlike other sects that constantly used human-wave tactics and didn't take their disciples' lives seriously at all.

This also resulted in the Dao Yi Sect having fewer disciples, but their consumption of resources was terrifyingly high.

As for Venerable Hong and the others recently, they had merely increased this figure tenfold.

It was also because the Dao Yi Sect had a large foundation, and coupled with the successive submission of the Tuo Temple, Qingyun Sect, and Ghost Valley, they had gained quite a bit of territory and resources, which allowed them to sustain this.

If it were any other sect, such high consumption would have likely caused them to collapse long ago.

While they were talking, Long Zhantian and the other Water Tribe Demon Kings were already on the verge of a breakdown; there was no help for it, as the number of talismans and array discs was simply too high.

"Damn it, did Qi Xiong and the others move the entire Dao Yi Sect treasury here?"

For the battle-hardened Long Zhantian, it wasn't as if he hadn't encountered traps before, but who the hell would do it like the Dao Yi Sect?

It was simply traps upon traps, talismans piled upon talismans, and array discs stacked upon array discs.

Don't these things cost money?

An area that had clearly already triggered a trap should logically be safe, but the next second, another damn trap would be triggered.

In the same area, the most insane part was that there were actually ten traps stacked together, and who the hell knew if there were more.

The current situation of the Water Tribe could be described in four words: jittery and paranoid.

At the slightest sign of trouble, they would become incredibly nervous; looking at any place, they felt there was a trap.

Long Zhantian roared in anger, but from beginning to end, not a single person from the Dao Yi Sect appeared.

The disciples lying in ambush all around were now cracking melon seeds, watching with a leisurely look.

"Senior Brother, we are in the middle of a war; isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

The disciples from the Tyrant Spear Peak nearby saw this and spoke up in a low voice to persuade them. Upon hearing this, the Divine Jianfeng disciples replied as if they were used to it.

"What's the panic? The traps haven't even finished triggering yet."

"Then if we strike now, couldn't we save some talismans and array discs? The Water Tribe is already in total disarray."

The Tyrant Spear Peak disciple's thinking hadn't shifted yet. Seeing this, the Divine Jianfeng disciple turned to look at him with an earnest expression.

"How many spirit stones do you get each month?"

"One... one thousand, I guess."

Outer sect disciples all got one thousand spirit stones. Hearing this, the Divine Jianfeng disciple curled his lips.

"So that's why; it's only one thousand spirit stones a month, why are you risking your life?"

"Ah..."

"Let me ask you again, what is the primary condition for a cultivator to become strong?"

"Talent?"

"Wrong."

"Bone structure?"

"Also wrong."

"Comprehension?"

"It's staying alive. If you're dead, no matter how high your talent or how strong your bone structure, what's the damn use?"

Hmm???

That seemed to make some sense. Seeing a glimmer of realization in the eyes of this Junior Brother from Tyrant Spear Peak, the Divine Jianfeng disciple smiled slightly and said no more; the rest would have to be realized by himself.

In fact, every sect has a different understanding of the relationship between resources and disciples.

Some sects feel that resources are important, and as for disciples, if they die, just recruit more. As long as there are resources, are you afraid of not having disciples?

Therefore, many sects in the Eastern Continent, although their strength is far inferior to the Dao Yi Sect, all claim to have millions of disciples.

Once these disciples go to war, most of them are cannon fodder, and they don't get many resources in their daily lives.

The Dao Yi Sect is the exact opposite; their requirements for recruiting disciples are extremely strict, which leads to them having fewer than five hundred thousand disciples.

You must know that with the strength and prestige of the Dao Yi Sect, wanting to recruit disciples is simply too easy. If they relaxed their requirements even a little bit, the number of disciples could easily multiply several times over.

Because for anyone in the Eastern Continent with talent, the first sect they want to join is the Dao Yi Sect.

But all along, the Dao Yi Sect has never done so.

The number of disciples is small, but every disciple receives the sect's careful cultivation. Moreover, even when encountering war, the Dao Yi Sect never thinks of using disciples as cannon fodder, not even the chore disciples.

Between resources and disciples, the Dao Yi Sect has always chosen the disciples.

As for resources, according to the words of Qi Xiong and the others' Master, if you don't have enough, just go rob them.

Damn it, there are so many demonic beasts and evil spirits in the Eastern Continent; what are they being kept for?

Be good to your own people and ruthless to outsiders; while taking good care of your own people, then consider the world—this is what Qi Xiong and the others' Master once said.

Don't be like some sects that are hateful to their own people but act like they are doing good deeds to outsiders just to save face and gain fame; what is the point of that?

The sect is like this, and people are like this too; acting bossy at home but unable to say a word when going outside—what is the point of that?

The explosions of talismans and arrays lasted for nearly two hours.

When the Water Tribe had completely lost their ability to resist, Qi Xiong finally appeared and gave an order.

"Tie them up."

In an instant, from all directions, numerous Dao Yi Sect disciples swarmed up and instantly subdued these Water Tribe members.

Long Zhantian and the other Water Tribe Demon Kings still wanted to resist, but Venerable Hong and the others wouldn't give them the chance; they rushed up as well and subdued these Demon Kings in a few quick moves.

The end of the battle was quick; after all, having endured two hours of torture, the Water Tribe members were not only seriously injured, but their fighting spirit had long since vanished.

Captured by the combined efforts of Venerable Hong and Lin Potian, Long Zhantian roared unwillingly.

"Despicable! Lin Potian, do you dare to have a fair fight with this King?"

"Fight your mother! This is a war between two races; do you think this is a duel between generals in the mortal world? A fair fight?"

Before Lin Potian could reply, Venerable Hong slapped him directly across the face.

You idiot, you are a demon race, and we are the human race. A war between two races, and you want fairness? Why don't you set up a ring? Do you think this is a sect sparring match?

"You..."

His head was buzzing, but Long Zhantian still turned to glare at Venerable Hong. At this moment, Qi Xiong and the others also walked over.

Looking at Long Zhantian, Shi Song, who was to the side, spoke up.

"Escort them back to the near-shore camp?"

"Hmm."

"Sect Master, wait a moment."

However, Xu Jie and a few others happened to walk over at this time, and Xu Jie spoke up.

Hearing this, Qi Xiong turned to look at Xu Jie and asked curiously.

"What is it? Do you have another idea?"

Qi Xiong had a good impression of Xu Jie; the little guy was bright and quick-witted, a good seedling for his Dao Yi Sect.

Facing Qi Xiong's inquiry, Xu Jie showed a humble smile and then spoke up.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, the disciple does indeed have an immature idea."

"Speak freely."