Chapter 954: The Model Peak of the Holy Sect Outer Sect

Before long, Yu Bao had already packed up his things in the room and said with a pleasant expression: "Junior Brother Mo, this room is yours now. You can move in. We are all fellow Disciples, so don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

"…" Mo Wentian nodded stiffly, his mind still struggling to process what had just happened.

He had originally intended to use this opportunity to establish his authority, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so sensible. It made it difficult for him to continue being aggressive, especially since the shadow recording talisman in his sleeve was still recording… How was he supposed to make a move now?

With no other choice, he had to temporarily abandon the idea of making an issue out of it, intending to first find out exactly what had happened to the Sect.

Just like that, after exchanging some meaningless pleasantries with these three ridiculously polite demonic cultivators, Mo Wentian honestly walked into the room and began his life as an Outer Sect Disciple.

Watching the man enter the room, a seemingly clever young demonic cultivator leaned over to Yu Bao, his tone tinged with resentment: "Boss, just giving away the room like that, doesn't it make us look too cowardly?"

"Loose tongue!" Yu Bao turned back and glared at him, then analyzed with a serious face: "This newcomer dared to make me clear out for him the moment he arrived, acting incredibly arrogant. Either he's a brainless hothead, or he has a powerful background and is fearless."

"Before we figure out his background, it's better for us to be cautious, otherwise we won't even know how we died when the time comes!"

"Boss, no matter how you look at it, that kid is only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. He looks like he's in his twenties or thirties, and he was most likely a Loose Cultivator before. Is there any need to be so afraid of him?" The young demonic cultivator seemed still unconvinced, muttering in a low voice.

"You don't know a damn thing!" Yu Bao slapped his subordinate on the head and lowered his voice: "I can tell you're new here and don't know how deep the world is. Do you know… what kind of place this Blood Refining Peak used to be?"

The subordinate, having taken a slap, was a bit dazed and answered subconsciously: "Isn't it just the place where the Holy Son stayed when he was in the Outer Sect? What else could it be?"

Noticing that his other companion was also looking at him like he was an idiot, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and say sheepishly: "Isn't it?"

Yu Bao shook his head and sighed, saying with a serious face: "Before the Holy Son descended upon Blood Refining Peak, this place was known as the Newcomer Graveyard. Disciples fought endlessly all day long, and the mortality rate for newly assigned Disciples was incredibly high. Those who could survive were all top-tier ruthless characters."

"Therefore, Blood Refining Peak was famous in the Outer Sect at that time, and everyone turned pale at the mention of it. Now, however, it is calm and peaceful, with excellent security, and even ordinary fights rarely occur. Do you know why?"

Facing this question, the young demonic cultivator was stunned. After pondering for a moment, he cautiously guessed: "Could it be that the Holy Son forcefully rectified the bad atmosphere of Blood Refining Peak and established rules for the Outer Sect Disciples here?"

"You guessed half of it right. The fact that Blood Refining Peak has now become the model peak of the Holy Sect Outer Sect is indeed the work of the Holy Son."

Mentioning the Holy Son's name, Yu Bao took a deep breath, his face filled with deep awe, and even his body straightened subconsciously as he said in a deep voice: "However, his method of governing Blood Refining Peak was very simple and direct: he killed all the fellow Disciples on Blood Refining Peak, leaving no survivors!"

"In other words, the Outer Sect Disciples who originally lived on Blood Refining Peak had long since died, and even their souls were extracted by the Holy Son and refined alive!"

"Including me, everyone currently on Blood Refining Peak was assigned here only afterwards…"

Hearing this, the young demonic cultivator gasped, his face turning slightly pale as he said in a trembling voice: "As expected of the Holy Son, truly overbearing. He slaughtered an entire peak with a single move."

Before he could finish his exclamation, he heard even more shocking news from his boss: "When the Holy Son blood-sacrificed the entire Blood Refining Peak, it had been less than a day since he joined the Holy Sect, and his cultivation was also only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage."

"From that time on, those senior Disciples in the Holy Sect never dared to easily provoke newcomers of unknown origin. What if they encountered a ruthless character like the Holy Son? Wouldn't that bring a fatal disaster upon themselves?"

As he spoke, Yu Bao looked at Mo Wentian's room with a dark expression and said sinisterly: "This Mo fellow is the same. Let's first probe his background. If he really is a tough nut to crack, there's no harm in kowtowing to him."

"But if he turns out to be a blustering hothead, I'll settle all our old and new scores together. My room isn't so easy to live in…"

On the other side, even though the three of them had deliberately kept their voices extremely low while talking, they were still heard clearly by Mo Wentian, whose Divine Sense was powerful.

At this moment, he finally understood the source of the problem: everything stemmed from that Holy Son!

Mo Wentian didn't care too much about this, because according to the Sect's rules, when successive Holy Sons ascended to their positions, they first had to go to the Inheritance Hall to pay respects to the ancestors. He, the founding demonic ancestor, was naturally among them, and even held the main seat.

Since he had become the Holy Son, it meant that the person's Divine Soul had likely already been planted with the Gu of Spirit Devouring. As the demonic ancestor, he only needed a single thought to send that person to eternal damnation…

Thinking of this, Mo Wentian raised an eyebrow, walked straight out of the room, and strode away under the suspicious gazes of Yu Bao and the others.

Now that he was only one step away from the Treasure Trove left behind in his past life, he had no great interest in these ant-like existences. Instead, he impatiently headed toward the Inner Sect, preparing to scout the location first. By the way… he would also observe what kind of spectacle the Sect he had built with his own hands had become.