Maybe I shouldn't die.

In response to the leader's question, the monk called Aru hesitated for a long time, and finally answered with a pale face and trembling:

"I'm willing to do that."

After saying this, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the half-demon leader again. He just tightly grasped the corner of the male cultivator's clothes, showing his uneasiness.

But after hearing the answer, the team leader turned his gaze away from Aru.

He first glanced at all the new disciples, and finally set his sights on the male cultivator.

"What's your name? Which sect are you from?"

The coldness in his tone disappeared, and he became calm again.

The male cultivator still had a proud look on his face. He replied:

"Qingyun Sect Feng Mujin."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Fu Xiu who were watching showed an expression of "as expected" on their faces.

It was as if he was saying: So you are a disciple of Qingyun Sect, no wonder you are so arrogant.

Then they quietly turned their attention to the half-demon leader.

I wonder how the team leader will deal with this male cultivator after knowing his identity.

Should he be treated leniently for the sake of Qingyun Sect, or should he be punished regardless of his status?

The half-demon leader naturally noticed the obscure glances from all around, and the expression on his face finally changed.

He became serious, and his tone became a little stern.

“Qingyun Sect, one of the four major sects in the Northern Territory, is indeed an amazing sect.

But what does that have to do with you? What advantage can being born in Qingyun Sect bring you on the battlefield?

Can it help you survive on the battlefield, or can it help you kill more monsters?

Or do you just want people to look up to you?"

Upon hearing this, the arrogant look on the male cultivator's face immediately disappeared. How could he dare to admit such heart-piercing words? He quickly shook his head to deny it:

"I didn't mean that. You misunderstood."

The half-demon leader did not let him go and questioned him again:

"Then what do you mean?"

The male cultivator pondered for a moment before answering:

“For tens of thousands of years, countless senior monks from my Qingyun Sect have rushed to this battlefield. Even now, there are at least hundreds or thousands of senior monks from my sect stationed in Xuanwu City.

They either join a corps or form their own team, but they have only one goal, which is to destroy the monsters.

For this goal, countless predecessors risked their lives and rushed here.

It is these predecessors who have established the reputation of our Qingyun Sect in the human-demon battlefield.

And I, Feng Mujin, will also become one of these seniors, using the blood of monsters to add bricks and tiles to the reputation of my Qingyun Sect."

There was generosity in his tone.

After saying this, he added.

“So I say that I come from the Qingyun Sect not to show off, nor do I want to use the sect’s reputation to make people look up to me.

I am just confident that I will become famous on the battlefield in the near future..."

Before he could finish his words, the monk beside him named A Ru finally couldn't stand it anymore, and with a force of his hand, he pulled him and made him stagger.

This unexpected change interrupted the male cultivator's passionate speech.

After he stood firm, he couldn't help but glare at A Ru fiercely, then he adjusted his expression and prepared to continue speaking.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't finish his words.

The half-demon leader interrupted him again:

"Since you are so confident and someone is willing to take care of the logistics for you, then go ahead and attack the team."

Upon hearing this, the male cultivator did not even bother to organize his words and hurriedly responded.

"Thank you, Captain."

The half-demon leader added meaningfully:

“It’s not easy to come back to the logistics team after you go out.”

In response to the leader's warning, the male cultivator simply replied firmly:

"There's no way I'd regret it."

Seeing his attitude, the leader nodded and waved to the leaders of the attacking teams in the square formation.

Those monks were watching from the sidelines and naturally knew how the situation was developing. When they saw the half-demon leader waving, several monks immediately came out.

When they came to the front, the half-demon leader asked:

"Who among you is willing to accept him into the team?"

In response to her question, several monks looked at each other, and no one was willing to answer.

After all, they all knew in their hearts that even if this male cultivator came from a large sect, had a wealthy family, and had reached the late stage of foundation building.

Combined with the reaction ability he had demonstrated before, he should have no problem successfully killing the monster.

But there is more to the battlefield than just killing monsters.

Especially for a monk like him who has just arrived and is a bit arrogant.

Once you join the team, you are likely to cause a lot of trouble.

The half-demon leader did not seem surprised by the silence of these people and spoke again:

"It's still the same old rule. No points will be given to him in the first month after joining the team."

Hearing this, the male cultivator's face was obviously unhappy. Without points, wouldn't it mean that he would have worked for a month in vain?

He immediately wanted to open his mouth to refute, but A Ru, who was still standing beside him, pulled him back again in order to stop him.

Again!

After standing firm again, the male cultivator's face turned dark. He glared at A Ru fiercely, his eyes full of warning.

When Aru received the gaze, he couldn't help but freeze all over.

Then, as if she had thought of something, a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes, and her hands that were holding the male cultivator's clothes loosened a little.

Seeing his performance, the male cultivator's expression finally looked a little better.

But this expression did not last long.

Because even if he worked for free, no team would be willing to accept him.

Regarding this result, the half-demon leader nodded again and said to the male cultivator:

"You can see it too. It's not that I don't want to arrange an arrangement for you. It's that no team is willing to accept you."

Hearing this, the male cultivator's face instantly turned ugly.

But the half-demon leader didn't care about his change in expression and spoke again:

"In that case, I will give you two choices. One is that you go find these team leaders and discuss joining the team on your own to see if there is a team willing to accept you.

Second, I will assign you another team, which will also not receive any points or spoils for a month."

As soon as he finished speaking, the male cultivator couldn't wait to speak:

"Please allow me to discuss this with the leader of the attack team on my own."

The half-demon leader did not object to his choice and only said:

"Since you are willing to discuss it on your own, then go ahead."

After saying this, he nodded slightly to the leaders of the attacking teams, and then stopped paying attention to the male cultivators and turned to ask these prospective logistics cultivators:

"Are any of you willing to be like him?"

Most of the monks shook their heads to express their denial. Only Aru could not help but ask in a low voice:

"What happens if he can't find a team to accept him?"

Hearing this, the half-demon leader smiled a little, but his tone was merciless:

"Since no team is willing to accept him, it means that he is not suitable for our square. In this case, I will send him back to the battle hall. What will happen next will depend on the arrangements of the battle hall."