These small sects are required every hundred years to pay tribute to the Purgatory Demon Sect with some spirit stones, rare treasures, and materials for artifact forging in order to retain the right to continue cultivating on Duanhun Mountain!

　　Among these sects, the Yin-Yang Union Sect and the Blood Fiend Sect are slightly stronger, followed by the Black Demon Sect, Soul Devourer Sect, and Talisman Sect, with the Wuji Demon Sect being the weakest.

　　The other sects each have at least one mid-stage Nascent Soul expert and several early-stage Nascent Soul experts, while the highest cultivation in the Wuji Demon Sect is the sect master Samuel Thompson, who has just passed the late Out-of-Body stage and entered the early Nascent Soul stage. The four elders are all only at the late Out-of-Body stage, making them much weaker than the other sects!

　　The total number of people in the Wuji Demon Sect remains in the tens, while the other sects have numbers in the hundreds, with the Yin-Yang Union Sect even boasting over five hundred members.

　　Due to their obvious weakness, members of the Wuji Demon Sect act with extreme caution on Duanhun Mountain; even a single misstep could lead to the sect’s annihilation. In the demonic path, people act without regard for right or wrong, only caring about cultivation, so the members of the Wuji Demon Sect are exceptionally low-key. The sect master Nathan Thompson is always in seclusion, never concerning himself with disputes, seemingly avoiding humiliation, and repeatedly instructs his disciples to cultivate diligently and not to stir up trouble, lest they bring disaster upon the sect!

　　Within the Wuji Demon Sect, all the buildings are clustered together, with the largest and most imposing being the main hall, the Wuji Hall. However, because there are so few people, there are more rooms than members, so everyone has a room to themselves—even the newcomer Brian Carter has his own.

　　Behind the buildings is a deep pool. Even in summer, standing by the poolside, one can feel a chilling cold. The cold mingles with the air above the pool, forming a mist over three feet high, drifting and ethereal, dreamlike and illusory, lending a certain air of cultivation.

　　Beyond the deep pool is a small mountain peak, with over a hundred caves in its center for the disciples to use during their demonic cultivation. Judging by living conditions alone, Brian Carter is quite satisfied. However, since there are so few members in the Wuji Demon Sect, and everyone focuses mainly on cultivation, the place feels exceptionally deserted.

　　Along the way, he encountered only two second-generation uncles and seven third-generation disciples. The way they looked at him was rather strange, and the whispered exclamation of one third-generation disciple made Brian Carter feel as if he had boarded a pirate ship by mistake: “After twenty-five years, finally a new disciple has joined!” This sentence made Brian Carter feel something was off.

　　Eric Brooks learned from a certain Uncle Wang that Franklin Clark had come out of seclusion, so he took Brian Carter to pay his respects.

　　Franklin Clark was only about 1.65 meters tall, with a gaunt face, a head of messy black hair draped over his shoulders, wearing a gray robe. His protruding forehead and squinting eyes, expressionless square face, and a pair of protruding ears did indeed give him a bit of a “madman” look!

　　When he heard that Eric Brooks had taken Brian Carter as a disciple, his expressionless square face showed a hint of color. But when Eric Brooks produced a few scales from the eight-winged purple python and handed them over, Franklin Clark's half-squinting eyes suddenly lit up, and his withered, claw-like hands trembled slightly with excitement as he grasped the scales.

　　“How did you obtain this? Do you have anything else? Speak honestly.” His voice was sharp and thin, like a night hawk’s cry, making one’s eardrums uncomfortable.

　　Eric Brooks insisted that he had only come across them by chance during his travels and had nothing else, just these few scales.

　　After looking at them for a while, Franklin Clark directly put the scales into his storage pouch. “You know how precious these are and are still willing to give them to me. In light of your filial piety, I naturally won’t let you go unrewarded. Take this jade slip; it contains the Wuji Demonic Art’s cultivation method for the Out-of-Body stage, as well as the creation and use of three talismans. Take this jade stone as well; the spiritual energy within is enough for ten years of cultivation. Your newly accepted disciple has good bones. Our sect hasn’t had a new disciple in a long time, so you must teach him well!”

　　Eric Brooks repeatedly agreed, and after confirming there was nothing more to gain from Franklin Clark, he took Brian Carter and left.

　　After bringing Brian Carter back to his residence, Eric Brooks handed him a jade slip containing the Wuji Demonic Art’s cultivation methods from the Qi Refining stage to the Heart Movement stage. After briefly explaining the introductory cultivation method, he said that there is no good or bad in cultivation methods, and that progress depends on one’s talent and opportunities. However, Brian Carter could sense a guilty tone in his voice! He couldn’t help but feel that the Wuji Demonic Art was not a top-tier demonic cultivation method.

　　Brian Carter originally wanted to ask to borrow the jade stone that Franklin Clark had given to Eric Brooks to aid his cultivation, but after thinking it over, he realized that the spiritual power provided by the eight-winged purple python’s inner core in his own body was already more than enough for his cultivation needs, so he didn’t bring it up again.

　　However, although he had attended private school for a few years, he hadn’t taken it seriously at the time, thinking it useless, and hadn’t studied diligently. Now, although he had a cultivation method, he didn’t recognize many characters, and the few he did know, when strung together, were even harder to understand. Only now did he realize how lacking his foundation for cultivation was.

　　Judging by Eric Brooks's expression, he didn’t seem like a patient teacher either. After a few questions, he told Brian Carter to go to the study and look up the information himself, not sure if it was impatience or if he didn’t understand it well himself. He only repeatedly urged him to cultivate diligently, saying that cultivation is also about enlightenment, and that Brian Carter should comprehend it on his own!

　　Brian Carter was not a talkative person, so he didn’t say more, so as not to embarrass Eric Brooks. Now that he knew his own shortcomings, Brian Carter would naturally do his best to make up for them and headed straight for the library.

　　There was only one third-generation disciple guarding the library. At the entrance, Brian Carter saw him sitting cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed, not knowing whether he was cultivating or sleeping. When he heard Brian Carter enter, he only opened his eyes to glance at him, then continued meditating, as if Brian Carter didn’t exist.