Chaos reigned here day and night, and since he was going to deal with people like them, he naturally had to follow local customs.
"Yao Chen, before we go see your disciple, let me take you to have a little appetizer."
As Ye Chen spoke, he took out the Ice Silkworm Skin Mask....a tool he had not used in a long time—and put it on his face.
Moments later, an entirely new face appeared, completely different from his original appearance.
Blood Cloud Mountain.
This mountain was perpetually shrouded in a layer of blood mist, as though submerged within crimson clouds....hence its name.
Today, Blood Cloud Mountain had long since become a forbidden land in the eyes of many within the Black Corner Region, solely because the notorious and evil Blood Sect was headquartered here.
It was said that Blood Cloud Mountain had once borne a different name.
Only after the Blood Sect established its base here....due to the nature of their cultivation techniques.....did the mountain become perpetually enveloped in blood mist, earning its current title.
Within Blood Cloud Mountain lay a deep valley bordered by sheer cliffs on three sides. From within it, shrill, agonized screams could often be heard.
This valley was known among Blood Sect disciples as the Blood Valley, a place dedicated to imprisoning those captured from outside.....what the Blood Sect called their "blood food."
Every day, high-ranking members of the Blood Sect would take several blood foods from the Blood Valley.
Even ordinary disciples were guaranteed at least one blood food every seven days.
At this moment, deep within the Blood Sect, inside a dark and secluded chamber, a blood-red figure sat cross-legged atop a crimson stone platform.
Thick blood mist swirled around his body, releasing an overwhelmingly nauseating stench of blood.
Boom!
Moments later, the blood mist dissipated, revealing the figure's true appearance.
He was a middle-aged man dressed in a blood-red robe, his eyes flashing with eerie crimson light.
A cold, sinister aura radiated from his entire body.
This man was none other than Fan Lao, the Blood Sect's sect master, ranked fifth on the Black List.
He possessed peak five-star Dou Huang strength.
Because his cultivation technique required the consumption of powerful blood.....and because he had slaughtered countless people....his reputation within the Black Corner Region was one of utter terror. He was known as the Blood Demon.
"Someone, bring today's blood food in."
Fan Lao's voice rang out, hoarse and grating like a night owl, carrying an indescribable chill.
Soon after his words fell, four Blood Sect disciples entered the chamber, carrying two restrained individuals.
One was a man in his forties with Dou Ling cultivation.
The other, only in his twenties, had already reached the Dou Shi realm.
Both had their limbs bound with special materials, and poison coursed through their bodies, preventing them from circulating Dou Qi.
Clearly, these two had heard of the Blood Sect's infamy.....and of Fan Lao's fearsome reputation.
Unable to move, they could only look at Fan Lao with pleading eyes, begging desperately.
"Senior Fan, please spare us! We beg you… please…"
Yet Fan Lao's expression remained completely indifferent, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at livestock awaiting slaughter.
"You may leave," Fan Lao said calmly to the Blood Sect disciples.
"Yes, Sect Master!"
The four disciples bowed respectfully and swiftly withdrew from the chamber.
"Fan Lao! We are members of the Eight Gates! If you kill us, our sect master will never let this go!"
"So noisy."
A flicker of impatience flashed through Fan Lao's eyes.
In the next instant, he appeared before the middle-aged man like the Grim Reaper himself.
A horrifying blood aura burst forth as his palms slammed down onto the heads of both captives.
"Ahhh—!"
"No—please!"
"Fan Lao, you demon! You'll die a miserable death one day—!"
As their screams echoed through the chamber, streams of pure blood essence poured from their bodies, flowing through Fan Lao's palms and into him.
Very quickly, the younger disciple collapsed onto the floor, his body completely drained of blood, his face pale as paper...lifeless.
The middle-aged man's screams weakened, then vanished altogether.
Only then did Fan Lao withdraw his hands, the crimson glow in his eyes growing even brighter.
"Hahaha! If I could get a few more high-quality blood foods like these, I might be able to advance further....to six-star Dou Huang!"
Unlock 700+ Chapters via My Patreon Collection
✨ Available in Shop Now
patreon.com/HeavenlyYinYang