I am a living immortal.

Chapter 417 Drinking Blood, Preparing for War

Su Mu followed the crowd through the corridor and soon arrived in front of a palace where the master of this valley lived, who was also the highest being in this branch of the demon cult.

Of course, this is what I heard.

This palace does not look as luxurious as imagined. Although the wooden structure is carved with jade, it does not give people a sense of luxury. Instead, it has an elegant texture.

Halfway up a cliff, beneath a pitch-black valley, and obscured by a formation, the sky above was also pitch black. Yet, beneath the light, an elegant building suddenly appeared, completely out of place with its surroundings.

It is obvious that the owner of this place must have been a handsome young man before he was possessed by the devil.

When Su Mu entered the building, she saw the interior was indeed like that. The screen with ink-and-wash landscapes, the green-glazed jade-shaped vase, and the small-leaf red sandalwood chairs all showed the owner's preferences.

When everyone filed in, several people were already seated in the hall. The leader, dressed like a young gentleman, looked very young. But in the world of immortal cultivation, appearance doesn't necessarily indicate age. Some prefer to act young, others older; it all comes down to personal preference.

However, although these demonic sect members weren't good people, they weren't as evil as one might imagine, at least not for the most part. After all, most of them were forced into demonic possession after angering the top sects.

Of course, while this constitutes the majority, there is also a small minority of truly heinous criminals. They have committed countless evil deeds, and becoming possessed by demons is their own choice.

It was precisely because of the contributions of this small group of people that the top sects were able to use them as leverage to label anyone possessed by the devil as a heinous criminal. This was also the reason for the poor reputation of the Demon Sect.

Being forced and being chosen by oneself are as incompatible as water and fire.

On the contrary, the Demon Sect was in chaos, yet they did not interfere with each other, forming a strange balance of keeping their distance. At least they shared the same goal of causing trouble for the immortal sects.

They are all possessed by the devil, and no one has any moral concerns. They cooperate when they should.

Su Mu glanced around and first noticed Chen Lie next to the leader. Sitting near the leader's left and right, he seemed to have a high status.

He also saw a lot of people with black and red blood on their bodies, which was not the level that could be accumulated by dozens or hundreds of people. These people were carefree, but their eyes were sinister, looking at people as if they were sizing prey.

While he was observing these people, these people were also observing the people who came in.

The auras of both sides are completely different.

Facing the scrutinizing gaze, Muscles looked back fearlessly. Fierceness doesn't necessarily mean strength.

“Tsk~”

The man in the lead didn't seem to hear the contemptuous tone, and instead asked, "Have you brought the things?"

His voice was clear and mellow, not cold at all, truly reminiscent of the jade-like person on the road. But how could such a person possibly control a bunch of troublemakers? This was a powerful figure. Su Mu gave him a high evaluation, because when this person spoke, everyone around him subconsciously lowered their voices or waited for him to finish, even those who had committed murder.

“I have it.”

As he spoke, he took out the blood essence extracted from the valley. The liquid sank and floated in the container, attracting the attention of most people.

The leader nodded and continued, "This is our sincerity. Everyone should know that this is our thing and its function. We have already captured dozens of Qi Yang Sect disciples and elders, and revealed some clues to let these people know who is responsible. As long as the leader of the Qi Yang Sect is not crazy, he will know what to do."

"It won't be long before the Haori Immortal Sect will send someone here. And in this area, everyone knows who will be coming."

"I really want to see the expression on that high and mighty immortal's face when he's dragged down to hell. I can't wait."

The first to speak were the troublemakers.

As one of the two top sects in Nanqing Province, the Haori Immortal Sect was an absolute behemoth. Over a dozen sects had spun off from the Haori Immortal Sect, and each region was governed by an elder. This elder's strength could even surpass that of some sect masters, rendering the Qiyang Sect's master meaningless in their eyes. This was the strength of a top sect.

Anyone who comes out of the sect will be crushed.

Everyone is very familiar with the elders in this area. Not only familiar, but they also have more or less hatred towards them.

The reason why everyone went to so much trouble this time was because of this elder.

This was truly a rebound after being oppressed to such an extent. Of course, there were also personal grudges mixed in. Furthermore, the reason for such caution was that if the elder died outside, the Haori Immortal Sect would not remain indifferent, and they had to be prepared for the possibility of a counterattack.

So even Chen Wenyue, the owner of this branch of the Demon Cult who usually doesn't participate much, joined in.

He hadn't been out of the mountains for a long time. With him in charge, everyone had the confidence to ambush an elder and repel the Haori Xianzong's counterattack.

An elder is certainly important, and face is also important, but if the price is doubled, then these can be ignored. After all, the Haori Immortal Sect has more than one elder, and face, the Haori Immortal Sect has long passed the stage of needing face and reputation.

The overlord is still the overlord. Even if he just moves his fingers, it will be a big challenge for them.

“Okay, give it to everyone.”

"Yes."

The person holding the container slowly opened it. The demon's blood had no smell, or rather, a very faint one. But as previously mentioned, it was an aphrodisiac for everyone present.

Those who could sit here were the main force participating in this battle. So when the sticky black blood was poured into the cup, although they wanted to drink it immediately, their reason controlled their impulse and prevented them from moving.

By the time all the cups in front of everyone were filled, the essence and blood in the container were also empty.

Chen Wenyue picked up his cup and toasted everyone: "Not much to say, this time we must win!"

“We must win!!”

Everyone picked up their cups, toasted back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Of course, Su Mu and his group didn’t have any, so they could only watch others drink it all.

As the viscous liquid entered his mouth, his spiritual energy was instantly activated. Violent demonic energy surged from his throat and spread throughout his internal organs. Black gas flowed through his blood vessels, creating bizarre patterns on his body. These black patterns dissipated within a few breaths.

The spiritual energy was dyed black and significantly increased. At this moment, it was no longer the spiritual energy that dominated, but the demonic energy. The combination of the two made the person who drank the blood look extremely terrifying. Only then could it be seen that this was the feeling of a member of the demonic cult.

Very interesting.