Chapter 3012

Just thinking about this suicide mission makes these disciples scramble frantically, and Qi Xiong can't help but twitch his mouth—this damn thing is hardly a good thing.

Interpretation: "Just thinking about this death-seeking mission, it made these disciples scramble frantically, Qi Xiong couldn't help but twitch his mouth, this damn thing isn't anything good."

We need to keep meaning, not add. Let's produce: "Just thinking about this death-seeking task made these disciples scramble frantically, Qi Xiong couldn't help but twitch his mouth—this damn thing isn't anything good."

scramble frantically

But seeing each disciple with determined eyes, clearly resolved not to retreat even unto death, Qi Xiong was again at a loss for words.

We need to keep meaning. Let's produce: "But seeing each disciple with determined eyes, clearly resolved not to retreat even unto death, Qi Xiong was again at a loss for words."

But looking at each disciple with firm eyes, a posture clearly vowing not to retreat even unto death, Qi Xiong was again at a loss for words.

It seems there's nothing else we can do.

After thinking, Qi Xiong cleared his throat and asked seriously.

"Are you really not going to reconsider? This is truly dangerous—I'm not joking with you."

But we need to keep the line as a single output line with 【5】 prefix. We'll include the quotes.

Qi Xiong's words came from the heart, with no exaggeration whatsoever.

But regarding this, the disciples had no hesitation and immediately replied loudly.

"No need to reconsider; disciples are willing to devote themselves to the sect until death."

Fine, fine, you're all unafraid of death, huh? Seeing this, Qi Xiong said nothing more and directly announced that tomorrow there would be a tournament; winners would receive slots until the quota was filled.

There weren't any complicated rules; I never expected things to turn out like this.

Having said that, Qi Xiong left without looking back—what the hell is this? It was supposed to be picking a batch of death-row inmates, but now sect disciples are squeezing their brains out to compete for it.

Upon hearing this, the many disciples below were all thrilled; since everyone had a chance, let's see who's truly strong—after all, they've already decided to deliver this death.

Even if the Heavenly Palace Palace Master came, they couldn't stop it—so said the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect.

Tomorrow will see the death-delivering tournament, while today's lunch and dinner have basically become a warm-up.

As news of Ye Zhangqing's return spread among the disciples, the canteen naturally became lively again.

Each meal still only had portions for ten thousand people, so competition was undoubtedly becoming more intense.

At every mealtime, outside the canteen the fighting blazed like wildfire, with disciples battling brutally.

Heaven-Prison Finger, Heaven-Entangling Hand, and various control techniques flew everywhere.

In the Fire Room courtyard, Qi Xiong and the others who didn't have to scramble for food ate their meals, feeling the bustle outside, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

One day passed quickly; the next day, many disciples gathered at the sect's various training grounds.

There was no nonsense; they went straight onto the stage to fight, showing no sign of holding back.

It was clear that many disciples truly wanted to deliver this death, not just talking.

Otherwise, they could simply lose on purpose in the tournament.

But every disciple who went on stage exerted all their strength; in several matches, only the sect's Elders intervening prevented fatalities.

The Elders overseeing the training grounds all felt only weary—was it really necessary to fight so seriously?

Well, one Elder, after saving a defeated disciple with a move, gave an icy glance to another and said:

"What secret technique are you using?"

Faced with this, the disciple, whose face was somewhat pale, didn't even think before replying.

"I just want to win."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, the Elder was momentarily speechless—after all, wanting to win isn't a problem.

Besides, the rules never forbade using secret techniques, and furthermore, the defeated disciple had also used a secret technique.

Not knowing what to say for a moment, the Elder simply waved a hand, indicating the outcome was decided.

The battle was deadlocked; even brothers from the same clan fought inseparably.

On one stage, two descendants of the Heavenly Family exemplified this—they brought out their true abilities, even employing their clan's techniques.

"Clan brother, give up—you're no match for me."

"Elder brother, saying that now might be premature—how do you know I don't have a hidden move?"

As he spoke, his aura suddenly surged, leaving that clan brother staring blankly.

Is this another secret technique? Didn't he just use one? Are they stacking secret techniques?

When two secret techniques are unleashed together, power rises again, but side effects naturally double as well.

Compared to this cost, as long as they can deliver death, it's not a loss at all.

Qi Xiong inspected the training grounds one after another, his expression growing ever more complex.

Crazy—these disciples are truly crazy; a death-seeking mission has turned into this, they all seem to want to die, damn it.

As the tournament proceeded, slots were confirmed one by one; by the end of the first day, over ten thousand disciples had secured their places.

The winners were naturally excited, while the losers were all filled with regret and unwillingness.

The tournament as a whole lasted exactly three days before all slots were finally determined.

When the list was handed to Qi Xiong, he glanced over it and felt terrible, looking at Shi Song before him he said:

"How come they're all Inner Disciples and Inner Door Disciples?"

On this list, there isn't a single Outer Door Disciple; the lowest rank is Inner Door Disciple, and Inner Disciples occupy a considerable portion.

In response, Shi Song opened his mouth to reply.

"Because Inner Disciples and Inner Door Disciples are strong."

Huh???

Hearing that, Qi Xiong froze for a moment, then couldn't help but curse.

"I'm talking about this? These damn sect elites are all being sent off to sworn brotherhood—what if they get broken?"

In any sect, Inner Disciples are painstakingly nurtured; they are the sect's future successors.

Meanwhile, Inner Door Disciples are the sect's mainstay, the locus where its strength is most concentrated.

But now, those being sent off to sworn brotherhood are exactly these people—if something happens, what then?

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiong wanted to intervene.

But after finding several Inner Disciples and just about to persuade them to give up, not to risk themselves, those Inner Disciples immediately retorted:

Sect Master, this rule was set by you; now that we have won, you cannot possibly go back on your word, right? Where is the sect rule then? And how can you convince the crowd?

One sentence, and it completely blocked everything Qi Xiong was about to say.

He is the Sect Master, so he must lead by example; naturally it's impossible to change orders from morning to evening, but……

"I'm worried about you; this really isn't a good thing, it's truly deadly."

"The Sect Master need not say more; the disciple's resolve is set. As an Inner Disciple, I naturally must lead by example and set a standard for my junior fellow disciples, so I must go."

"You……"

Left speechless by these impassioned words, you say, can't you just live well? Why must you do all this?

After all his efforts, in the end Qi Xiong couldn't persuade a single person.

The disciples who won the slots, not one of them was willing to give up; even if they wanted to say something, others directly brought out the sect rules.

Having been Sect Master for so many years, from Xia Jie to the Immortal Realm, Qi Xiong never imagined that one day these sect rules could be used against himself.

He's the Sect Master, damn it—can the sect rules even control him?

It seems they actually can.

Helpless, Qi Xiong could only follow the list, and said to Shi Song.

"Let's just follow the list; we'll depart in three days, heading back to Beyond the Heavens."

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, Shi Song nodded and that very day notified everyone down the line; upon hearing the news, the Inner Disciples and Inner Door Disciples were extremely excited.