7: Blood signature, you will monitor your brother.

As Immortal Master Old Daoist Xuanwang walked over from a distance, Li Yan quickly stopped the Blood Qi Theft.

This Old Devil's strength was many Realms higher than his own, so he absolutely couldn't steal Blood Qi in front of him.

Li Yan quickly gathered his five fingers, silently hid within the crowd, and shielded his Senior Brothers in front of him.

The squint-eyed Old Devil, walking leisurely, arrived in front of the Disciples and cleared his throat.

"Morning practice begins."

The Disciples straightened their backs and stood before Immortal Master Old Daoist Xuanwang.

Old Daoist Xuanwang scanned them, and after confirming that all the Disciples were present, he cleared his throat and began to chant.

"Qi locks the throat, elbows collapse blood vessels, twisting waist severs meridians, shoulders shatter souls, eyes swallow light, steps sink into the Yellow Springs…"

As Immortal Master Old Daoist Xuanwang's low grunts echoed, under the dim morning sun, the Disciples began to move their bodies according to the incantation, performing exaggerated, almost self-mutilating movements.

Each move and stance made Li Yan's back ache.

However, Old Daoist Xuan Wang, who was guiding them on the platform, suddenly sensed something was amiss.

"Strange, why are my Disciples so listless today, as if their Blood Qi is depleted?"

The Old Devil squinted, scanning everyone present, and he found that most people's Blood Qi was not good.

Evidently, the Disciples were also puzzled; they had been full of energy just moments ago, so why did they start feeling a lack of kidney essence and weakness in their Dantian after a short while of morning practice?

Throughout the entire morning practice, the Disciples were dispirited, constantly yawning and sporting panda eyes.

Old Daoist Xuan Wang stroked his beard, standing there lost in thought.

Seeing this, Li Yan realized that he should moderate his Blood Qi absorption each time; it needed to be a slow and steady stream.

Fortunately, Old Man Old Daoist Xuanwang arrived early; Li Yan hadn't stolen more Blood Qi.

But besides morning practice, where he could seize the opportunity to get close to so many Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, on normal days they were dispersed throughout the Jingxu Sect.

If he wanted to absorb it without anyone noticing, he would probably only be able to do so by increasing the skill Rank of 【Blood Qi Theft】 to expand the absorption range.

Just as Li Yan was thinking, the Old Devil raised his hand.

"Everyone stop, my Disciples are not in good condition today, perhaps the Medicinal Pills from these past few batches were too ineffective."

As soon as these words were uttered, the Disciples' bodies trembled violently, as if they had heard something terrifying.

The Old Devil was going to perform Alchemy again!

When he performed Alchemy, someone was bound to suffer…

Old Daoist Xuanwang was temperamental; whether the Disciples lived depended entirely on his mood.

At this moment, the Old Devil took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve, his eyes sweeping over all the Disciples present: "Old rules, Disciples who draw a blood token step forward."

At this moment, Senior Brother Mingzhe, who was standing next to Li Yan, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it, if I draw a blood token, I'm in big trouble."

Li Yan curiously asked: "What happens if you draw a blood token?"

Mingzhe's eyelids twitched a few times, and he lowered his voice: "It's possible to be taken by Master…"

Before Senior Brother Mingzhe could finish speaking, the bamboo tube had already flown in front of him.

Old Daoist Xuan Wang held up his hand, manipulating the bamboo tube out of thin air.

"Mingzhe, what are you still whispering about? Hurry up and draw."

"Yes… yes, Master!"

Mingzhe tremblingly reached his hand in, fumbled around, and pulled out a bamboo slip.

He clutched the bamboo slip tightly, slowly loosening his grip.

What Mingzhe held in his hand was indeed a blood token!

Seeing this, Senior Brother Mingzhe's face instantly lost all color.

He violently threw down the blood token and immediately used his lightness skill to try and escape.

But Old Daoist Xuan Wang let out a cold snort, merely clenching his fist.

The next moment, Senior Brother Mingzhe, who was trying to escape, let out a scream, clutching his chest and falling to the ground, his body curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Mingzhe, you've been with me for half a year, how can you be so foolish?"

Before Senior Brother Mingzhe could even struggle, Old Daoist Xuan Wang clenched his fist tightly, as if to crush Mingzhe's heart from a distance.

With a muffled groan, Senior Brother Mingzhe instantly fainted on the ground.

Soon, he was dragged away by two Disciples, his whereabouts unknown.

After dealing with Mingzhe, who had tried to escape, the other Disciples trembled, all holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.

"Continue drawing lots, Li Yan, it's your turn."

Old Daoist Xuanwang waved his hand, and the bamboo tube flew in front of Li Yan.

Li Yan took a deep breath, knowing that drawing a blood token was definitely not a good thing.

Those Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who drew blood tokens all looked ashen.

Senior Brother Mingzhe, furthermore, tried to escape regardless of his life, but was directly subdued by Old Daoist Xuanwang.

But the methods Old Daoist Xuanwang had just displayed made Li Yan realize the disparity in strength between Master and Disciple.

Trying to defy this Old Man, with his current cultivation, would only lead to instant death by Old Daoist Xuan Wang.

Li Yan reached into the bamboo tube and fumbled for a while, then slowly pulled out a bamboo slip.

His clenched hand began to sweat cold, and he slowly opened it to look.

The bamboo slip in his palm had no blood color.

It was an ordinary slip! Not a blood token!

Seeing this, Li Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his pounding heart 'thump, thump' beating wildly.

Soon, five people drew blood tokens.

They all slumped to the ground, their legs weak, and were led away, their faces ashen.

But just as Li Yan thought he had escaped a calamity, Old Daoist Xuan Wang looked at him.

"Oh right, Disciple, you've just arrived at Jingxu Sect, there are some things you haven't witnessed yet."

"For this trip down the mountain, you shall wield this blood token and supervise the every move of these six people on my behalf."

"If they dare to run, you just break this blood token, and they will surely die."

With that, Old Daoist Xuan Wang handed a wooden token soaked in blood to Li Yan.

This blood-soaked wooden token was very brittle, feeling as if it could break with just a little force.

The Old Devil wanted him to hold this wooden token… to go down the mountain with him, to supervise that group of Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters.

This?

Li Yan frowned tightly: "Master, why me?"

Old Daoist Xuan Wang's mouth curved upwards, his eyes revealing cunning: "If I were to go personally, who knows how much chaos would erupt in this Jingxu Sect."

"Only you can go down the mountain on my behalf to supervise these Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters at work."

"Go, my good Disciple."

Evidently, the Old Devil also understood that if Old Daoist Xuan Wang himself left for a trip, hundreds of Disciples could clear out the entire Jingxu Sect overnight.

He made the newly arrived Li Yan do these dirty and tiring tasks, as if treating Li Yan as a disposable sacrifice.

Anyway, he was a new Utility Disciple; if he died, he died.

And Li Yan, having been chosen, could only brace himself and accept the blood token.

His mind also began to stir; perhaps he could use this opportunity to go down the mountain and escape from Jingxu Sect!

The Old Devil had only placed a tracking restraint on him; he could use reverse tracking to confuse the Old Devil.

Moreover, with the blood token in hand, those 6 Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters would all have to listen to him; this was an excellent opportunity to escape!

Thinking of this, Li Yan cupped his hands and asked: "Master, what do I need to do? Just supervise them?"

"Yes, that's right. You just need to be responsible for watching them; your Senior Brothers know what to do."

Old Daoist Xuan Wang grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, yellow teeth, as if recalling something joyful.