Sacred Sect

Sikong One, Sikong Two, and close to 100 disciples of the Occult Realm Sect gathered in a yard inside the mansion. The battle outside didn't really affect them.

The various disciples had all seen Zhang Ruochen's might. He'd destroyed the saint weapons of the three Blood Dragon Hall elders by himself.

Now, Zhang Ruochen appeared before them and attracted many reverent gazes. In the Kunlun's Field, any strong cultivator would be respected and worshipped wherever they went, let alone Zhang Ruochen who'd saved their lives before.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes shone faintly with saintly light as he scanned them. He discovered that the disciples of the Occult Realm Sect were all attractive youths with some talent. They weren't top-tier, but they were still above average.

Some of them even had quite big potential. If they were trained carefully, they may accomplish great things. If Zhang Ruochen could win them over and train them, they could form his own sect.