Upon hearing Erniu's call, Lu Ming packed up his things and walked out of the room.
“Who are they?” Lu Ming asked.
“Mostly locals from around here. They probably saw us brothers striking it rich with you, got envious, and wanted to try their luck too,” Erniu replied in his booming voice.
Lu Ming nodded. “Let them in.”
Then, Lu Ming pulled a large golden chair he had looted from the Blood Fiend Tower out of his storage bag and sat down.
“Age, personality, hometown?”
A sinister-looking man with a murderous aura spoke up, “Thirty-eight. Scarface Tu. As for my hometown, I don't know.”
Lu Ming immediately realized his habit had kicked in, and he had asked the wrong questions.
“Oh. Cultivation?”
“Peak Qi Refining,” Scarface Tu said proudly. His cultivation was indeed not low.
He had noticed that his former neighbors, whom he used to bully regularly, had actually started living the high life after joining a decent sect. So, he wanted to try his luck too.
“You're rejected.”
Scarface Tu frowned and shouted in dissatisfaction, “Why? I'm at peak Qi Refining!”
“So what if you're at peak Qi Refining? You've bullied my people,” Lu Ming said bluntly.
Erniu had just mentioned that this guy used to bully them a lot. He had frequently stolen their things, and he was a major reason why they had lived such miserable lives. Erniu's sister had died because this guy had stolen their spirit stones, leaving them unable to buy a recovery pill.
Hearing Lu Ming's words, Scarface Tu stopped talking. Instead, he turned around to leave with a dark, sinister look in his eyes.
He knew he had bullied Diao San and the others in the past. But so what if a peak Qi Refining cultivator bullied them?
He had thought this Heavenly Demon Sect would eagerly accept him upon seeing his peak Qi Refining cultivation, and then shower him with cultivation resources. After all, even trash like Diao San got such good treatment.
Who knew this damn Heavenly Demon Sect would be so blind?
Hmph. Once he got out, he would contact the Black Tiger Gang and rob this dog-shit sect.
Bang!
Lu Ming's figure flashed, and he slapped Scarface Tu, sending him flying.
Pfft!
Scarface Tu spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Lu Ming in terror. “I... I'm telling you, killing people in Blood Fiend City costs money!”
Lu Ming snorted coldly. “This Sect Master isn't short on money.”
Seeing this, the other cultivators who had come for the recruitment were instantly terrified.
One green-robed cultivator's eyes flickered, and he hastily turned around, preparing to flee.
Right then, Big Yellow stood up and blocked his path.
Lu Ming turned his gaze toward him. “You also bullied Diao San and the others quite a bit, didn't you?”
The green-robed cultivator turned pale and quickly fell to his knees, begging for mercy, “Senior, spare my life! I won't dare do it again...”
Lu Ming didn't waste any time on them. He knocked both of them unconscious, grabbed them, and headed straight to the area where he had received his discount token last time.
Passersby on the street weren't surprised by his actions at all. After all, many people dragged acquaintances to their designated discount zones to kill them.
As soon as he arrived, two Foundation Establishment guards appeared.
“Is there something we can help you with, young hero?”
Lu Ming pointed at the two men in his hands. “To kill.”
The two Foundation Establishment guards' eyes lit up. “Young hero, please go ahead...”
With that, they stepped back to give Lu Ming some space.
Squelch! Squelch!
Lu Ming killed the two on the spot, then turned to the guards. “How much?”
One of the guards replied, “Two Qi Refining stage cultivators. That'll be two thousand spirit stones.”
Lu Ming handed over 2,100 spirit stones and presented his buy-five-get-one-free discount token.
“Thank you, young hero. You can still kill three more people, and you'll only need to pay for two.”
A Foundation Establishment guard took the spirit stones, recorded it on the discount token, and handed it back to Lu Ming. At the same time, he thoughtfully handed Lu Ming a buy-ten-get-three-free discount token.
Lu Ming didn't stand on ceremony. He took the tokens and left.
Watching Lu Ming's departing back, one of the guards said, “Niu Lansi, find out where this young hero lives. See if we can pull some strings to transfer our guard duty over there.”
“Understood.”
Then, the two of them cleaned up the corpses and vanished.
By the time Lu Ming returned to the encampment, the cultivators who had come for the interview were still waiting in place. They didn't dare leave, fearing that the Heavenly Demon Sect cultivators would get angry and slaughter them all.
Especially that massive, second-rank dog with a white face and dark circles under its eyes. It looked incredibly fierce. Many of them were already regretting coming here.
When Lu Ming returned and saw this, he said with a cheerful smile, “Don't be afraid, everyone. Those two just now had a grudge against us. Our Heavenly Demon Sect is not a bloodthirsty sect.”
Hearing this, the crowd grew even more terrified.
You're a demonic sect telling us you're not bloodthirsty? Who would believe that!
“Erniu, give everyone two spirit stones to soothe their traumatized souls.”
Erniu was stunned by Lu Ming's words. Although he didn't understand why, he still obediently did as he was told.
Once everyone received the spirit stones, they all declared that the Heavenly Demon Sect was indeed not a bloodthirsty sect. And those two from earlier definitely deserved to die. Yes, that was exactly it.
At this moment, the fear on everyone's faces had vanished, replaced by quite a bit of excitement. Their desire to join the Heavenly Demon Sect grew fervent once more.
“Alright, next.”
Lu Ming sat grandly back on his golden chair to continue the interviews.
A little old man in a grey robe stepped forward.
“Name?”
The little old man cupped his fists in a polite greeting. “Wang Defa.”
Lu Ming frowned. “You're already cultivating to become an immortal. Can't you get a more grand and elegant name?”
In truth, the Heavenly Demon Sect really didn't have many decent-sounding names. Diao San, Erniu, Gousheng...
The little old man blinked in surprise. “If Senior doesn't like it, I can change my name to Wang Ritian right now.”
Pfft!
Lu Ming spat out his tea and couldn't help but look up at the sky. “Let's stick with Wang Defa. It's more down-to-earth...”
“What is your specialty?”
Wang Defa thought for a moment, stroked his beard, and said, “My beard is especially long!”
“Woof! Woof!”
Big Yellow, who had been trying to maintain its domineering image as the Second Sect Master, couldn't hold it in any longer. It bared its teeth and laughed out loud. Hahaha... His beard is especially long...
Lu Ming's lips twitched. He looked at the old man helplessly. “I'm asking what skills you have.”
The old man looked at him with a slight grievance, as if blaming Lu Ming for not asking clearly earlier.
“This old man can forge artifacts, refine pills, wash clothes, cook, read fortunes, tell feng shui, perform shamanic dances, act as a matchmaker... Let's put it this way: I can do everything except cultivate well.”
Lu Ming was completely stunned by this massive list of useful and useless skills. Good grief, did I strike gold, or did I meet a con artist?
“You can forge artifacts?” Lu Ming asked.
“I can!” Wang Defa raised his head proudly.
“Second Sect Master, you handle the rest of the interviews,” Lu Ming said to Big Yellow, then led Wang Defa directly to the back room.
Immediately, Lu Ming took out a pile of materials for forging the Thunderclap Sword. “Here, forge a batch of Thunderclap Swords for our sect.”
Then, he handed the forging method for the Thunderclap Sword to Wang Defa. Whether he was a thoroughbred or a mule, it was time to test him out. Let's see if he was a con artist or if they had truly struck gold.
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