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.
