Three Sins Against Heaven

The next morning, the gathered youths were stunned to see William Li's severed head and body.

Dylan Chen and Thomas Yang feigned shock, while Little Tiger couldn't hide his emotions. However, everyone's attention was on the head, so no one noticed these details.

"Anyone else who tries to escape will meet the same fate," Brian Qin said coldly, looking at the terrified youths.

The youths lowered their heads, not daring to meet Brian's gaze, suppressing their inner turmoil.

Although they had only been in the Demonic Extreme Sect for ten days, they had become numb to death. As long as it wasn't them who died, it didn't matter.

A new day of cultivation began. As usual, Brian distributed the dark green pills and then sat cross-legged, leaving them to their own devices.

The only difference was that after cultivation, Brian left a basket of steamed buns, dividing them into two piles and specifically pointing out Dylan Chen and Thomas Yang.

"From now on, you two are in charge of distributing the food, half each."

Dylan and Thomas exchanged glances and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

Brian's action was almost a blatant announcement that they were the ones who had reported the escape attempt.

William Li had lived with them, and even a fool could see the discord among them.

Without even looking back, they could guess the hostile glares from the other youths.@@novelbin@@

Thomas deserved it, but Dylan was dragged into this by Thomas.

"You two, do a good job. I'm counting on you," Brian said, patting their shoulders with a meaningful smile before flying away.

Dylan sighed inwardly, slowly turned around, and saw the youths glaring at him. He raised his head high and returned their stares with a calm gaze.

At this moment, any explanation was useless. No one liked a traitor, and if he showed any weakness now, he would have a hard time in the future.

"Why are you all so tense? Come on, come and get your food," Thomas said, walking to the other basket and waving cheerfully at the youths.

The youths, however, didn't buy it, looking at Thomas and Dylan with disdain.

"Traitor!"

"Kid, you looking for a fight?" Thomas stepped forward, clenching his fists and charging at the youth.

The youth sneered, dodged, grabbed Thomas's wrist, twisted it, and threw him to the ground, stepping on his chest.

"With your pathetic skills, you dare to show off? When I was hunting in the mountains, you were still playing with mud at home!"

The surroundings fell silent. No one expected the tall and burly Thomas to be subdued so easily.

In an instant, all the youths clenched their fists and slowly moved towards Thomas.

If Thomas had managed to subdue the youth and establish his authority, it would have been fine. But since he was easily defeated, the others naturally had different thoughts.

Seeing the situation turning bad, Thomas quickly turned to Dylan for help.

"Dylan, come help me! Little Tiger, you too!"

Even if he didn't want to cooperate with Dylan, he had no choice but to ask for his help now.

There were over three thousand youths here. If a fight broke out, even if he got beaten to death, Brian wouldn't hold everyone accountable, right?

Dylan quickly walked up to the youth, pulling out a talisman paper hidden in his robe.

"This is a talisman given to me by an Immortal. He has one too. As soon as we call, the Immortal will come immediately. The Immortal said that anyone who dies in a private fight will be held accountable, so you'd better calm down."

"Are you showing off? Fucking bootlicker!" The youth spat at Dylan, the saliva landing on his face.

"No, I just want you to calm down." Dylan wiped the saliva off his face, his expression unchanged, and pointed to William Li's body in the distance. "He knew he couldn't escape but forced us to try. We didn't dare, so we stayed within the red line and watched. As soon as he crossed the line, he was beheaded. Whether you believe it or not, we didn't betray him. He sought his own death."

"You think I'll believe you?" the youth sneered.

"I'm not asking you to believe me, nor am I explaining. I'm just telling you that our lives here are worthless. We're all in the same boat. If you insist, come on, kill me, and we'll exchange lives. If you have nothing to live for, I'll die with you," Dylan said calmly.

"This..." The youth hesitated.

He was passionate, but he wasn't completely detached. Dylan's words hit his sore spot.

As long as he had any attachment or thought of going home, he wouldn't fight Dylan to the death.

"What, scared now? Then behave yourself. Call me a lackey or whatever, but if you don't dare to kill, then endure it! I'm not afraid of death. Anyone who defies me, I'll have the Immortal kill them first!" Dylan shouted, raising the talisman paper and scanning the crowd. "Anyone else not convinced?"

Pretending not to fear death was a lie, but at this moment, he had to go all out to suppress these restless youths.

Facing Dylan's fierce gaze, the youths lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Disperse!" Dylan shouted.

The youths immediately scattered.

Dylan looked at the youth, who hesitated before stepping back, removing his foot from Thomas's chest to prevent a sudden attack.

"You fucking bastard, you want to rebel?" Thomas quickly got up, pulled out his talisman paper, and punched the youth in the face. "Try hitting back!"

"You!" The youth glared angrily, but seeing the talisman paper in Thomas's hand, he lost his momentum and could only endure Thomas's punches and kicks.

Dylan stood by, not stopping immediately.

Brian had divided the steamed buns into two portions, meaning for him and Thomas to manage the others. Dylan had just suppressed them, and now Thomas was beating this youth.

In comparison, the youths would naturally trust Dylan more.

After Thomas had hit the youth a dozen times, Dylan finally stepped forward and grabbed Thomas's wrist.

"That's enough."

"If it weren't for Dylan, I'd beat you to death today!" Thomas pushed the youth away and turned to Dylan with a smile. "Thanks, brother. I'll remember this."

Even though he knew Dylan didn't like him, in this situation, he had no choice but to team up with Dylan to make the youths submit.

Dylan responded with a noncommittal "Hmm" and walked to the basket. "Line up, four steamed buns per person, no more. I only have enough for fifteen hundred people here. The rest won't get any."

With the earlier intimidation, the youths obediently formed a long line.

"Don't all go over there. I have some here too. Those at the back, come to me," Thomas shouted.

However, his call had little effect. The scene of him beating the youth was fresh in everyone's mind. Only those at the back went to him for buns, while the others crowded around Dylan.

This was exactly Dylan's plan. In the ten days at the Demonic Extreme Sect, he had secretly observed and counted the buns every day. Each person could only get three buns on average.

By giving four buns here, Thomas's side would inevitably run out, and those people would vent their anger on Thomas.

This way, Dylan could establish enough authority.

Due to his unique experiences, Dylan had always been quiet and kept everything to himself, never sharing with others. This made him more thoughtful than his peers, knowing what to do and when.

His ruthless side only emerged after coming to the Demonic Extreme Sect.

Endure when necessary, be ruthless when needed!

If some didn't get buns, what did it matter to him?

After the buns were distributed, Thomas saw many still in line on his side, looking dumbfounded.

He usually relied on his strength to bully others and never paid attention to details. Only after the buns were gone did he realize he had been tricked by Dylan again.

But he had no time to think about Dylan. Facing the hungry youths' questions, he could only keep smiling and promise there would be buns tomorrow.

Dylan watched, sneering inwardly, then turned to the youths who had gotten buns from him.

"From now on, stick with me. I eat four buns, you eat four buns. After eating, go rest and stay in your rooms at night."

The youths nodded and left with their buns.

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Dylan nodded in satisfaction. In a short time, he had initially established his authority. It was only a matter of time before he controlled these youths.

As for Thomas, he didn't care. It would be best if those who didn't get buns beat him to death, saving Dylan the trouble of dealing with him.

He didn't realize that the weakness he had cultivated over twelve years at home had vanished after ten days at the Demonic Extreme Sect, leaving only ruthlessness.

A ruthlessness he had to show to survive!

Dylan took out the remaining eight buns from the basket and handed them to Little Tiger, neatly arranging the basket. Just as he was about to leave with Little Tiger, he noticed the youth who had easily defeated Thomas.

The youth, having clashed with Thomas, naturally wouldn't go to him for food. Dylan had carefully observed everyone who came to him for buns and hadn't seen the youth, showing his pride.

Dylan walked up to the youth, took four buns from Little Tiger, and handed them to him.

"I'm not hungry!" The youth glared at Dylan and turned away.

"I didn't say you were. I can't finish them, so help me out." Dylan said, shoving the buns into the youth's arms and walking away with Little Tiger.

The youth stared at the buns in his hands, then looked at Thomas, who was still smiling and apologizing in the distance, with disdain. He took a big bite of the bun.

"Fuck, what a mess!"

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