Qingcheng Mountain was originally vibrant and bustling.
Now, it was a mess.
The disciples huddled in their rooms in groups of twos and threes, smoking cigarettes and playing games. They were having a lot of fun.
Some of them were huddled in their beds, secretly watching videos. They were indulging in their fantasies.
Two or three times a day was the minimum. Some even beat themselves off seven or eight times a day until their legs were weak.
That was a one-way trip to hell.
Their cultivation bases were low, and they could not withstand so much physical exertion anyway. They were originally full of energy and had strong bodies, but their physical health deteriorated.
In serious cases, they became like zombies.
Not only the disciples, but some of the elders had also fallen. When the elders confiscated those goods from their disciples, they secretly kept the best ones for themselves. Eventually, they did not have the discipline to cultivate or manage their disciples.
