The white-robed man snorted, and with a wave of his hand, he took the disciples to his flying ship.
Yu Shou couldn't hide the excitement on his face, being able to fly is the dream of a lot of people, right?
And not only he flew because of the white-robed man's telekinesis, but he's also going to fly in a flying ship! It was much better than the boring airplanes from Earth.
The white-robed man noticed Yu Shou's weird behavior but ignored it. It's just a madman losing his own sanity.
Upon reaching the ship, the white-robed man went to his room, and the disciples sat on the deck.
Surprisingly enough, only 10 disciples were taken from the Azure Cloud Sect, but the Demon-Slaying Sect also took disciples from nearby Sects.
Dozens, maybe hundreds of flying ships lined up together in a formation, assuming that each one carried a similar amount of disciples, the Demon-Slaying Sect indeed hit the jackpot.
"Quantity over quality, eh?" Yu Shou murmured.
All the taken disciples had their cultivation at the early stage of Qi Refining.
"Sigh, the Cultivation world is pretty unfair." He said.
*****
After a while, the flying ships finally arrived at the Demon-Slaying Sect.
The white-robed man descended and took the disciples to the gates of the Demon-Slaying Sect along with the disciples within the other flying ships.
A crowd of people was awaiting them, but not in a respectful manner, their gazes clearly showed contempt.
"Eh, so these are the new disciples?"
"The strongest of them is not even at Qi Refining level 4... none of them will survive."
"That's refusing to give our Demon-Slaying Sect any face! They should've sent powerful people, not trash."
The Demon-Slaying Sect is the strongest Sect of the Golden Sky Empire, therefore, it didn't lack Nascent Soul powerhouses.
Among the less powerful Sects, only the powerful elders and the Sect Master were at the Nascent Soul stage, sometimes not even that, it's not uncommon for a minor Sect to not be able to breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.
Those at the Golden Core stage were revered as powerful masters among smaller Sects, but for the Demon-Slaying Sect, however, a Golden Core is nothing but a brat.
"Silence." Said the white-robed man.
His voice was calm but resonated at everyone's mind like the waves of the ocean, as if the heavens and the earth were beneath his feet.
All the whispers and gossip were gone, no one was crazy enough to defy the order of this powerful man.
A smile appeared at the corner of his lip. With his hands behind his back, the white-robed man directed his gaze toward the new disciples and spoke, "Rest for today, as for tomorrow, you'll be sent to deal with some demons."
Everyone: "..."
At this moment, the new disciples lose all hope, our life is over! Fighting demons? Hell no! We're going to be killed in an instant!
Yu Shou was the only one who wasn't worried. Meeting demons is exactly what he wants.
Some of the new disciples couldn't hold back their thoughts and spoke to the white-robed man.
"Please give us more time! We're still weak... we can't fight against these demons..." Said a disciple.
"Exactly, exactly! Please spare us!" Said another disciple, and a good batch of the new disciples agreed with them.
The white-robed man frowned and released his aura, the disciples felt a giant mountain pressing against their shoulders, and with a CRACK, their bones were shattered and their organs exploded.
Those who dared to show any contempt were killed without mercy.
The white-robed man snorted and said, "If you are too weak, there's no reason to keep you alive."
And soon, he disappeared like a flash.
But even though he's gone, the disciples still trembled with fear, like cattle in the slaughterhouse, some dropped to their knees and cried.
"M-My sister... he killed my sister..."
"Brother! Brother! Please wake up... don't die like this, please! Don't abandon me..."
The atmosphere was dense and tragic, even the disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sect felt bad for them, but dared not show any sympathy. What if the white-robed man killed them as well?"
Yu Shou, however, was not scared. His heart burned with determination, and he swore that he would kill the white-robed bastard.
*****
Some disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sect took them to a Courtyard, several small houses lined up together, this was, of course, the Outer Sect Courtyard.
Privacy was a foreign word, male and female disciples were lumped together in a single small room.
Yu Shou was paired together in a room with two other disciples, a male and a female.
And just as Yu Shou was going to greet them, the male disciple shouted, "WE'RE DOOMED! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
And soon enough, the female disciple grabbed his neck and yelled at his ear, "Shut the fuck up, moron."
The male disciple struggled to escape, but it was useless, this girl was too domineering!
"S-Sowwy...I'm sowwy..." He struggled to talk as he was almost passing out.
The girl released him and he fell to the ground like poop.
Yu Shou: "..."
She's scary! Too scary!
Nobody said a word for a good while, and to break the ice, the girl decided to introduce herself.
"My name is Yan Ruo, Qi Refining level 3, nice to meet ya." She said as she put her hands on her hips, a proud smile appeared on her face.
Yan Ruo was a petite girl despite being as old as Yu Shou. Her long orange hair cascading over her body resembled immortal flames, her personality matched her name very well.
Yu Shou smiled and introduced himself as well, "My name is Yu Shou, Qi Refining level 3, I hope we can become friends."
Then, both Yu Shou and Yan Ruo directed their gaze toward the boy lying on the ground, he quickly stood up, afraid that Yan Ruo might strike him again. "M-My name is Qiao Feng... Qi Refining level 2....."
Qiao Feng bowed down as if his life was at the stake, Yu Shou and Yan Ruo chuckled.
Qiao Feng was a timid person, his appearence was just like any ordinary young man, although he seemed a bit weaker than he really is because of his behavior.
Yan Ruo took the lead again and spoke, "Since we're going to die anyway, let's eat at the Slayer's Feast!"
"Slayer's Feast?" Yu Shou and Qiao Feng asked together.
"Yeah, the Slayer's Feast is a prestigious restaurant of the Demon-Slaying Sect." She answered.
"But we are cultivators... food is useless to us..." Qiao Feng timidly said, afraid of angering Yan Ruo.
"Are you kidding? The chefs of the Slayer's Feast cultivates the Dao of Cooking, it's both delicious and good for our cultivation! It's not uncommon to hear stories about people having an epiphany after eating a meal there!"
"Woah, seriously? That looks good, you sure know a lot, don't you?" Yu Shou said.
As a transmigrator, Yu Shou knew very well that restaurants like that are real.
Qiao Feng, though, was a bit suspicious, but he quickly dismissed these thoughts.
A proud smile appeared on Yan Ruo's face again. "Of course! I know a lot of things, hehe."
Qiao Feng, however, was a bit worried.
"Something like that should be pretty expensive..." He said.
"Well, yes and no. The price varies according to the dishes you choose, of course a meal made of a beast at the Golden Core stage, seasoned with rare herbs are going to be expensive, but a Qi Refining meal should be within our limits. Besides... if we're going to die anyway, why bother sparing money?"
Qiao Feng couldn't help but think that her words made sense, today is the last day of his life, so why should he care about the price of a meal?
However...
"Still, I have no money, though." Qiao Feng was being honest, he always used his spirit stones to buy some artifacts, he had no money for a fancy restaurant.
"Don't worry about that, I have money!" Yu Shou and Yan Ruo shouted together, releasing a giant wave of spirit stones from their storage bags.
Qiao Feng's jaw was wide open like this ºOº, he never saw that sheer amount of spirit stones!
But he was even more surprised that Yu Shou and Yan Ruo had similar personalities.
"Well then, I suppose we have more than enough, let's eat!" Yan Ruo shouted.
She flickered her hair and stepped out of the room and headed toward the Slayer's Feast.
Yu Shou and Qiao Feng followed right behind her, both with a smile on their face.