The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 77. No Way Out



Tyler quickly ran out. He knew that if people wanted to leave, they had to apply at Supervisor Han’s office. Arriving there, he saw more than twenty people gathered, their faces a mixture of fear and determination.

"White. You’re here too? Don’t tell me you also want to quit?" Supervisor Han asked jokingly, his tone betraying a hint of curiosity.

Tyler shook his head, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "No, I’m not quitting," he replied firmly.

Supervisor Han nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. He had already guessed why Tyler was there. Tyler wasn’t interested in quitting; he wanted to see what happened to those who did.

The atmosphere was tense as Supervisor Han addressed the crowd. "For those of you choosing to leave, understand that this decision is final. There’s no coming back once you walk out that register area"

A murmur spread through the group. Some people seemed hesitant, while others were resolute. Tyler watched closely as the first few individuals stepped forward, their expressions a mix of relief and trepidation.

"You will be escorted out immediately," he said, signalling to servant disciples standing by. They are wearing green robes.

Tyler noticed the servant disciples’ mocking expressions. This wasn’t just a simple exit; there was a heavy finality to it. The people handed their badge to the supervisor Han and packed their bags. They swore to themselves they won’t come there again.

Tyler’s curiosity got the better of him, and he followed at a discreet distance, making sure not to draw attention to himself. As the group neared the gate, he saw the disciples activate a formation, similar to the one he had seen before.

The large, intricately carved gate opened slowly, revealing a dense, ominous forest beyond. Tyler’s stomach tightened as he realised this wasn’t a straightforward departure. Suddenly the vines inside the forest grabbed all the people. It didn’t touch the servant disciples. It sucked the blood of all people. It didn’t nearly suck them to dry. It didn’t kill them.

"What is the meaning of this?" one of the men demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

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