Wild Dogs

"Splash!"

A large vermilion door was opened.

Then a middle-aged man who looked like a manager came out.

The middle-aged man was followed by two servants, each carrying a large basket.

The large basket was filled with white steamed buns, which were freshly steamed and emitted a fragrant aroma that immediately filled the surrounding area.

Upon seeing this, a group of beggars who had been waiting near the gate immediately surrounded them, vying to get closer.

However, when they reached a short distance from the mansion's gate, they all stopped and looked up longingly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man who looked like the manager was very satisfied. He stroked his beard and looked at the crowd below with a smile.

"Today is the Prince's birthday banquet. He is kind-hearted and knows that you are all pitiful, so he instructed me to give you some steamed buns. Hurry up and thank the Prince for his kindness."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness!"

"His Highness is so kind-hearted, he will surely live to be a hundred years old, no, a thousand years old."

The group of beggars immediately began to haphazardly express their loyalty to the altar.

Upon hearing this, the manager nodded in satisfaction.

Then he pointed to the beggars.

"Next, I'll give you steamed buns. You're not allowed to snatch them. If you dare to, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Yes, yes, we absolutely will not steal."

The beggars wiped their drool as they gazed longingly upwards.

Seeing this, the manager clapped his hands.

The two servants immediately threw all the steamed buns from the two baskets out.

Although the manager told them not to snatch it, he was throwing it out in the hopes that the beggars would scramble for it.

After all, it's more interesting to watch this way.

Watching the beggars frantically grabbing for the steamed buns, the manager burst into laughter.

"What a bunch of killers! I told you not to rob me, but you wouldn't listen."

But by then the beggars were too busy grabbing the steamed buns to listen to him.

The manager was quite pleased with how frantically the beggars were snatching the steamed buns.

He looked around at the beggars and, seeing that they were fairly robust, immediately nodded slightly.

Then he clapped his hands lightly, and a moment later, a sound came from the doorway.

Then several more servants came out, carrying several pots, and a fragrant aroma of meat wafted out.

The aroma of meat quickly caught the attention of the beggars below who were scrambling for steamed buns.

The beggars turned around and, upon seeing the pots of meat, were immediately overjoyed.

Several beggars walked over while eating steamed buns, eager to get their hands on the meat immediately.

Seeing this, the steward waved his hand slightly, and the servants carrying the pot immediately took a few steps back.

"So, everyone wants to eat meat, right?"

"Yes, of course I want to."

A beggar, his mouth watering, hurried forward.

Seeing the steward staring intently at him, the beggar knelt down with a thud.

"Please, steward, give me a piece of meat. I'll do anything you ask."

As he spoke, the beggar kept kowtowing.

"Alright, alright, you're so honest, then I'll reward you with a piece of meat."

The steward waved his hand, and immediately a servant stepped forward and threw a piece of meat at the beggar.

The beggar grabbed the piece of meat and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Although the meat was still a little hot to the touch, he ate it with great relish, smacking his lips with lingering satisfaction after finishing it.

Seeing this, a large group of beggars followed suit and knelt down, hoping to be given a piece of meat.

Seeing this, the steward glanced at them sideways.

"Giving you meat is not out of the question, but you'll have to do some work for me."

"If we succeed, we'll not only have meat to eat every day, but we'll also enjoy endless wealth and luxury in the future."

As he spoke, the manager looked down at the many beggars below.

Upon hearing this, the beggars were immediately excited and expressed their willingness to do things for him.

Some people even kowtowed repeatedly, practically calling him their ancestor.

At this moment, a boy hiding in the crowd slowly raised his head.

He pretended to stuff a steamed bun into his mouth, but his eyes were looking left and right.

The young man was none other than Yang Fan.

It has been a month and a half since he left Qingyun Temple.

Yang Fan arrived in the capital of the Great Liang Kingdom half a month ago.

It wasn't that Yang Fan didn't want to go to the Blood Fiend Sect, but after entering Liang Kingdom, he inquired about information about the Blood Fiend Sect.

After making inquiries from various sources, Yang Fan gained a general understanding of the Blood Fiend Sect.

The Blood Fiend Sect is quite famous in the Great Liang Kingdom and is considered one of the major sects in the country.

Even the royal family of the Great Liang Kingdom was somewhat afraid of them and would pay tribute to the Blood Fiend Sect every now and then.

Because the royal family of the Great Liang Kingdom had always behaved obediently, the Blood Fiend Sect did not make things difficult for them, and the two sides got along fairly well.

Although the Blood Fiend Sect is a major sect, it has a notorious reputation, so many powerful and wealthy families are unwilling to send their disciples into the Blood Fiend Sect.

Fortunately, the Blood Fiend Sect is, after all, one of the immortal cultivation sects, and every year quite a few mortals send their offspring to the Blood Fiend Sect to have their talents tested.

Occasionally, those who are lucky enough can enter the Blood Fiend Sect and earn a large sum of money for their families.

So even though they knew the Blood Fiend Sect was in trouble, many poor people still sent their children into the sect.

As for whether the child lived or died, these people no longer cared.

In addition to this method, the Blood Fiend Sect would also occasionally leave the sect to search for talented disciples in the surrounding areas and abduct them into the sect.

Yang Fan also considered waiting patiently until the Blood Fiend Sect opened its gates to the public before entering.

However, he still underestimated the Blood Fiend Sect's requirements for the disciples' qualifications.

Disciples with only one or two spiritual roots are not accepted.

Upon seeing the Blood Fiend Sect's requirements for recruiting disciples, Yang Fan couldn't help but grin.

With his five spiritual roots, the Blood Fiend Sect would never recruit him into their sect.

There is absolutely no way to enter the Blood Fiend Sect using this method.

Fortunately, after making some inquiries, Yang Fan managed to find a way to enter the Blood Fiend Sect.

That is to become a Blood Servant and enter the Blood Fiend Sect.

The so-called Blood Servant is not a formal disciple.

Strictly speaking, they were just menial laborers.

According to the agreement reached between the Blood Fiend Sect and the royal family of the Great Liang Kingdom, the royal family of the Great Liang Kingdom must provide the Blood Fiend Sect with one hundred Blood Attendants every year, and these Blood Attendants must all be members of the royal family.

At first, the royal family tried every means to recruit their own sons and send them up, but after decades of doing so, the royal family could no longer withstand it, and many princes and nobles even wanted to rise up in rebellion.

Left with no other choice, the royal family of the Great Liang Kingdom came up with some crooked and unorthodox methods.

They found suitable people from other places, had them impersonate members of the royal family, and sent them to the Blood Fiend Sect.