My Sect Is Doomed, So I Recruit Future Demons

His master had just died, the sect owed three hundred spirit stones, and every disciple had run off.

To make matters worse, the sect would be reviewed in seven days.

If they couldn't gather ten disciples, Qingyue Sect would be struck from the register, and its mountain gate, spirit fields, and mines would all be handed over to their sworn enemy.

Chen Wang thought that, as the sect's new leader, all he could do was pack up and flee. That was until he awakened the Fate-Seizing Sect Seal.

Other people recruited disciples based on their spirit roots and talent.

He recruited disciples based on just one thing:

Would they be ruthless enough in the future?

So he took in a slave boy in Blackstone City who was about to be beheaded.

Years later, he would wipe out seventeen sects with a single blade, earning the title Blood-Robed Blade Lord.

He took in a blind girl cast out by her family.

Later, with a single glance, she would bury an immortal army stretching for ten thousand miles.

There were madmen, harbingers of disaster, demonesses, castoffs...

As everyone waited to see Qingyue Sect destroyed, Chen Wang looked at the still-weak disciples behind him and had just one question:

"Who says my sect has no one?"

Only later did the entire cultivation world realize:

The disciples of that pathetic little sect that had once been on the brink of destruction were all future archfiends.