Chapter 268
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The youths, who were initially like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow, were immediately overjoyed when they saw the Hidden Cloud Peak's herb gardens. They began to look around for valuable herbs that they had heard of before. Every time they spoke, they would raise their volume, hoping that the Hidden Cloud Peak disciples would hear how "knowledgeable" they were.
Besides childish and stupid, Jun Wu Xie could not find a third word to describe the bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The Hidden Cloud Peak disciple brought them to the disciples' quarters. The Hidden Cloud Peak was indeed the second peak, even the disciples' quarters were spacious. In the huge courtyard, a few Hidden Cloud Peak disciples were walking around with their heads down, as if they had no interest in these newly joined disciples.
The disciples of the Hidden Cloud Peak were treated well. Everyone was given a single room, a treatment that even the disciples of Qin Yue could not compare to. In the Qing Yun Clan, unless it was an Elder or a direct disciple of the Sovereign, it was usually two or three disciples to a room.
Entering their respective rooms, the youths were all amused by the superior treatment they received, all of them thinking how lucky they were.
Jun Wu Xie's room was adjacent to Qiao Chu's, in the northern corner of the courtyard. Beside it was a pond of spring water, with a rockery to accompany it, looking very elegant.
Sitting down on a chair in the room, Jun Wu Xie swept her eyes over the situation in the room. The bedding was brand new and although it was rather simple, it was still considered clean. But not long after she sat down, Jun Wu Xie's brows creased up slightly as a familiar scent of blood wafted into her nostrils. The scent was very faint, so faint that it was almost undetectable. If not for the fact that her sense of smell was different from others, she would not have noticed the faint scent of blood.
Following that almost undetectable scent, Jun Wu Xie came to the table beside the bed. The paint on one corner of the table was new and the colour was a little brighter than the rest of the table. Jun Wu Xie took out a small and exquisite dagger from the cloth bag she carried with her and carefully scraped off the paint on the corner. The brown paint was scraped off bit by bit, revealing the original colour of the wood. But looking closely, within the wood, there were some dark red blood stains. The blood stains seemed to have been stained not too long ago and had been left on the table for a long period of time. The blood had soaked through the wood, giving it a layer of blood that could not be washed off even if it was washed.
"That's interesting." Jun Wu Xie sat back down on the chair and stared at the patch of blood that was being covered up, her eyes glinting coldly.
The Hidden Cloud Peak was indeed full of danger. The person who originally lived in this room must have died not too long ago. Otherwise, the smell of blood would have dissipated long ago.
Every month, Ke Cang Ju would recruit a large batch of disciples on the fifteenth. But she had secretly observed earlier and found that the entire courtyard that the disciples were staying in, had a total of just over a hundred disciples. Based on Ke Cang Ju's rate of recruiting twenty to thirty disciples every month, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the number was multiplied by ten times.
But from the way Ke Cang Ju had recruited disciples this time, he had only recruited Qiao Chu and her on the surface, but he had secretly recruited several tens of disciples from his own disciples.
If Ke Cang Ju were to use this method to recruit new disciples every month, no one would be able to tell that the Hidden Cloud Peak was up to something.
After all, in the eyes of many, the Hidden Cloud Peak had never had so many people.
Even the traces of their existence had been erased, and it was a masterful move.
Jun Wu Xie stood up and took out a sealed porcelain bottle. She gathered the scraped paint together and poured the liquid into the bottle. The cracked paint slowly melted and Jun Wu Xie wiped the bottom of the bottle lightly, and reapplied the melted paint onto the scraped edge of the table. In a few moments, everything returned to its original state.
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