Chapter 3011: Even Fighting Over a Death Wish?

There was still a full half a Shíchén left until the appointed time, yet outside the sect's main hall, tens of thousands of disciples had already gathered.

These disciples had rushed over right after breakfast, without any delay.

Actually, regarding the matter to be discussed today, the disciples had already reckoned it in their hearts; the affairs concerning those xiantian Human Race had long been spread among the disciples.

Without Qi Xiong saying it, everyone knows what it is.

Indeed, before Qi Xiong and the others even arrived, the disciples had already begun whispering among themselves.

"Junior brother, this time forming a sworn bond with the xiantian Human Race means our lives are intertwined; if there is danger, let the senior brother take it."

"Even now you're still saying such things, senior brother—it's pointless. For this sworn bond, the junior brother should press forward without hesitation."

"It's not just junior brother—this is a real danger to life. If those xiantian Human Race die, you'll die with them; do you think the senior brother is joking with you?"

"If that's the case, then the junior brother has even less reason to let the senior brother go. Given such danger, it ought to be we junior brothers and sisters who bear it; how could we let the senior brother court peril?"

Huh???

Those words were spoken with righteous conviction, yet upon hearing them, this senior brother couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Usually when scrambling for food, you never show such courtesy—but this morning you even gave me a Heaven-Imprisoning Finger, leaving me without breakfast, and now you come talking about this?

At first glance, forming a sworn bond with the xiantian Human Race seems extremely perilous, but the disciples aren't fools; a little thought makes the underlying rationale clear.

"As the saying goes, one seeks wealth in danger; if I don't enter hell, who will? For this matter, who else but me?"

All the disciples had made up their minds: they would definitely seize a slot.

Not long after, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, Qin Shan Hai, Qing Shi and the other senior leaders arrived leisurely.

Seeing the disciples already waiting, he wasted no words and immediately explained the matter in full detail.

Just as previously discussed, he concealed nothing, covering the origins and strength of the xiantian Human Race, the dangers and consequences they would face after the sworn bond, and laid it all out plainly for the disciples.

But after hearing Qi Xiong's words, the disciples' eyes grew ever more excited.

Are these xiantian Human Race really that strong? Even the legendary Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace would be no match for them.

That's actually good for them—since their lives are linked, the stronger the xiantian Human Race are, the safer they themselves become.

Thus, there is even less room for retreat: they get a chance to eat and earn merit for the sect—who would give that up?

So, as soon as Qi Xiong finished speaking, a disciple stepped forward and spoke.

"Sect Master, honored elders, this disciple is willing to go."

"This disciple is also willing."

"Me too."

Someone took the lead, and in an instant the disciples all cupped their fists and spoke, their attitude extremely enthusiastic.

But seeing the sea of disciples below eagerly volunteering, it left Qi Xiong and the others bewildered.

They exchanged a glance, having expected only a few to be willing, after all this matter truly concerns life and death.

Those xiantian Human Race still don't know how they'll be arranged; if the Heavenly Palace clearly intends to use them as expendable material, sending them to dangerous places or making them enforcers, the danger would increase greatly.

By then, they might not even be alive.

I had thought the disciples would consider carefully, but no sooner had those words finished than basically all the disciples volunteered.

Even seeing so many competitors, a disciple couldn't help but say.

"Senior brother, I recall you're usually the most afraid of death and greedy for life; for such a dangerous matter, let the junior brother take it—why don't you just stay in the sect and enjoy comfort?"

"Nonsense, who's afraid of death? Watch out, I'll sue you for slander—I'm a man of utter loyalty; to devote myself body and soul for the sect, how could there be any thought of retreat?"

In an instant, the many disciples below were arguing heatedly, none willing to back down.

Qi Xiong and the others exchanged a glance, their eyes full of bewilderment.

In this day and age, do people even fight over the chance to throw away their lives?

He hadn't misspoken just now; he had already plainly told the disciples that this is a suicide mission, extremely dangerous.

Yet despite all that, the disciples seemed not to have taken it in at all.

For an extremely dangerous slot, they actually began to scramble for it.

Black lines streaked across his forehead; seeing the chaos below intensify, Qi Xiong had no choice but to speak.

"Silence."

As his words fell, the many disciples finally quieted down, though each still looked at Qi Xiong with eager anticipation.

In those eyes, every one seemed to say, "Pick me, hurry and pick me," making Qi Xiong's scalp go numb from the stare.

Faced with the disciples' gazes fixed upon him, Qi Xiong couldn't help but speak again to remind them.

"Did you really understand what I just said?"

"We understood."

"This is a life-or-death task; if those xiantian Human Race suffer even a slight mishap, you too will perish—do you understand?"

"Understood."

"Understood, then you still……………………"

"Willing to devote myself to the sect until death."

Huh???

Finally, simply not waiting for Qi Xiong to finish, the disciples shouted in unison, nearly moving him to tears.

When did the disciples of this sect acquire such lofty resolve? How could this sect master not know?

I had thought selecting personnel wouldn't be difficult; even Qi Xiong and the others figured that if not enough volunteers came forward, they'd just supplement with a batch of death-row prisoners.

Now it seems there's no room for death-row prisoners at all—the sect's disciples are more than sufficient, and they'll even have to screen out a large number.

Each of the many disciples wore an expectant look, which instead put Qi Xiong and the others in a quandary.

There are only so many xiantian Human Race; pairing each with a disciple wouldn't require that many people.

But since everyone is volunteering, who should we choose?

What do you guys think we should do?

He turned his head to look at Hong Zun and the others beside him and asked; hearing that, Shi Song spoke with a calm expression.

Shī xiōng, you are the Sect Master, you definitely should decide on this.

Huh???

Seeing everyone acting like it was none of their business, Qi Xiong fiercely grit his molars, 'A bunch of bastards, now you know I'm the Sect Master?'

Usually, which of you dares to treat me as the Sect Master? All day you yell and shout in front of this Sect Master, now that things have come to a head, you know I'm the Sect Master?

But just then, a disciple spoke up, and his words really gave Qi Xiong a reminder.

Sect Master, why don't we have our fellow brothers fight? The winner goes up, the loser admits he's inferior—this is the fairest.

Huh??? Set up a fighting arena, let strength speak?

That's actually not a bad idea, and it's the fairest—letting strength speak?

But upon second thought, this isn't some sect grand competition; this death-seeking task, do we really need to set up a fighting arena?

Which sect would rush to volunteer for a death-seeking mission?