All My Disciples Suck!

"Is this the Extremely Desolate Region that is known as the Northern Spirit Realm?”

"Tsk tsk, it's not too terrifying!”

"Hehe, that He Yiming established here? How audacious!"

Ten of them spoke up, but their voices were a bit different from those of ordinary people. It sounded a bit strange.

"Everyone … This is the Extremely Desolate Region! The plan has already been discussed … You only need to follow the plan!" The leader slowly took off his cloak and revealed his true appearance.

It was none other than the original vice-principal of Haotian Academy, Gu Hang.

Not a single one of the ten figures behind Gu Hang were humans. Moreover, every one of their auras was shockingly powerful. All of them were early Foundation Establishment Realm existences.

To be honest, Gu Hang believed that the combined attacks of these ten outsiders were enough to kill He Yiming and his sect.

The people of the Holy Prison Land were truly cautious and did not leave any openings.

With these ten foreign experts who were good at controlling beasts, they would be able to lure the beast tide and slaughter He Yiming's sects without leaving any evidence.

Even if it was just a chance, if any of the major powers were to use karma to investigate the situation in the future, they would at most find out about him and the ten outsiders.

At that moment, the Holy Prison Land would abandon them and leave their relationship behind.

"Go! Remember, He Yiming's strength is enough to crush ten Foundation Establishment Realm demon beasts. You can't underestimate him. You must attract more demon beasts!" Gu Hang couldn't help but remind them.

"Hehe …" The ten outsiders sneered disdainfully.

What was the trash Foundation Establishment Realm demon beasts in Haotian Academy?

The ten outsiders present were all confident that they could easily kill them.

Moreover, most of the ten believed that He Yiming had a backing behind him. Those ten Foundation Establishment Realm demon beasts were probably pushed out to kill He Yiming for He Yiming, a mere Spirit Vein Realm, how could he push ten Foundation Establishment Realm demon beasts around?

This lie would be broken with a single stab.

Hmph! It was all a trick.

"Got it! Let's go!" The ten outsiders nodded and didn't waste any time. They rose into the air and headed towards the Hundred Thousand Mountains!

"He Yiming, you're dead this time! As long as you die … I’m ninety-nine percent sure Nangong Li won't participate in the test. At that time, my grandson, Gu Changfeng, will win the second round of the test." Gu Hang couldn't help but sneer.

This was especially the case when he thought about how he would be able to regain his position as the vice headmaster of Haotian Academy, and perhaps even have a relationship with the Holy Prison Land!

Holy Prison Land was many times stronger than Haotian Academy. He was willing to be a dog holding a thick thigh!

At this moment, the Spirit War Chariot was heading towards the sect.

He Yiming sat in the chariot and roughly counted his gains.

He Yiming ignored the mountain of demon beast bones, fur, and meat that the players had collected.

He Yiming was surprised to find that the players had killed another seven Foundation Establishment Realm demon beasts.

Six of them seemed to have been killed by Indomitable Bear. He Yiming sighed in admiration but didn't think much of it.

Although the players didn't know much about it, they were adept at removing the fur of the seven Foundation Establishment Realm demon beasts. Most of the parts they could eat were made into various delicacies.

As for bones that couldn't be eaten, they were all thrown into the warehouse.

He Yiming quickly found twelve bones among them, all of which could be refined into spirit artefacts.

However, He Yiming did not see the inner core. It was probably thrown away by the players as an internal organ.

It was a pity.

Apart from that, it was naturally a large number of low-level and middle-level spirit herbs.

Then, there was a lot of Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Ancestor shit.

Finally, he found a low-grade spirit vein and a jade slip of the Bright Sword Art from the Ironblood Army Ant Lair.

"It's a pity that the number of players is a bit small. Otherwise, the Northern Expedition would have yielded even more!" He Yiming is looking forward to it. If the system could successfully level up, he would be able to recruit a second time.

But now, it seemed like the system's upgrade mission was too difficult. It was almost impossible to succeed.

The journey back was smooth. No demon beasts were blocking the path, so they only took half a day to return to the sect.

"Brother Ming, have you discovered SH? What was it like? How was the taste? Do you want to do it? Was it wet?" As soon as He Yiming brought the players back to the sect square, Farm Master rushed over with his eyes shining. Even He Yiming was afraid.

"Hold the grass. I'm not willing to accept it. I'll give in to Brother Farmer!"

"As expected of my Brother Farmer. Farm Master has tasted hundreds of herbs, and my Brother Farmer has tasted hundreds of SHs!°

"Show!"

The players took a step back and glanced at Farm Master with the gaze of a warrior.

"These are spirit herb seeds, these are middle-grade spirit herbs, you transplant them into the spiritual field …" He Yiming took out a lot of spirit herb seeds and handed over some spirit herbs that needed to be transplanted to the farmer.

Finally, He Yiming took out another storage talisman under the anticipation of Farm Master.

"This is filled with True Dragon's shit. It's enough for you to refine a sea of shit!" He Yiming smiled.

"Wow!" Farm Master was so excited that he took the storage talisman and licked his lips, ready to open it.

“Stop! Go back to the spiritual field and study it slowly!" He Yiming couldn't resist such a fierce person. He's holding onto the grass, yet he's going to take a bite?

"Awoooo …" Farm Master nodded and ran back to the spiritual field.

"Wang Lufei, First Iceman, Indomitable Bear, Beef Noodles, the four of you, you can choose a place to build a pavilion!" He Yiming waved his hand, gathered the four of them and reminded them.

“Wow! I can also build a villa?"

"Huhuhu, I finally have my territory!"

"What kind of building will I build …"

The four of them were all excited. They immediately gathered their friends and began to build a villa.

He Yiming walked back to the Alchemy Pavilion.

"Brother Ming is back!" Advanced Mathematics and the others were still studying the recipe in the Alchemy Pavilion. Seeing He Yiming appear, they immediately surrounded him.

"Advanced Mathematics, this is full of low-grade spirit herbs, and there are some middle-grade spirit herbs. You can continue refining! Wait for Farm Master to mature a new batch of low-grade spirit herbs, then you will receive them and continue refining pills!"

"Yes!"

"By the way, how is the pill recipe?"

"Brother Ming, we've already solved 475 pill recipes!"

"En, that's good. Keep working hard!"

"Yes, Brother Ming!"

He Yiming placed a large number of spirit herbs he had obtained from the Northern Expedition into the Alchemy Pavilion's warehouse before leaving the Alchemy Pavilion.

When he left, He Yiming walked towards the Forging Hall.

At this moment, within the forging hall, the few forging players who had just returned from the Northern Expedition excitedly began a new wave of forging.

"Everyone!" He Yiming opened his mouth and gathered these forging players.

"Brother Ming, are you going to personally craft a spirit treasure again?"

"Dammit! I also want to give it a try!"

"That's right. However, I am unable to make it with those demonic beast’s bones!"

These forging players looked at He Yiming with anticipation, hoping that He Ming would personally explain it a few times.