After resting for the night, Chen Feng and Senior Sister Meilin left the cave and continued their search for the Spirit Tempering Grass.
The deeper they traveled into Blood Moon Valley, the denser the corrupted energy became.
After several hours of searching, Chen Feng suddenly discovered a patch of Spirit Tempering Grass growing near a cliff.
“We found it!” Chen Feng said excitedly.
Just as they were about to collect the herbs, Meilin sensed a strange aura nearby.
“Hide!” she whispered.
The two concealed themselves behind a large boulder.
Moments later, a black-robed demonic cultivator appeared.
The man was dragging two unconscious disciples from the sect.
Chen Feng immediately recognized the robes.
“They’re the missing disciples!”
Meilin’s expression turned cold.
The demonic cultivator muttered strange chants as he headed deeper into the valley.
“It looks like he’s taking them somewhere,” Meilin said.
The two quietly followed him.
Soon, they arrived at a hidden canyon.
At the center stood a massive altar stained with blood.
Several stone pillars surrounded the altar, and dozens of missing disciples were tied to them.
Above the altar was a giant statue of a terrifying demon god.
The air was filled with resentment and corrupted energy.
Chen Feng’s heart trembled.
“So many disciples…”
The black-robed cultivator placed the unconscious disciples on the altar and began preparing the sacrifice.
Meilin drew her sword.
“We can’t wait any longer.”
The two attacked.
Before the demonic cultivator could react, Meilin’s sword pierced his chest.
“You dare ruin Lord Demon God’s ritual!” he screamed.
Boom!
Before dying, he activated an alarm talisman.
The entire canyon shook.
A powerful aura erupted from beneath the altar.
A second demonic cultivator emerged from a hidden chamber.
Unlike the first one, this man’s cultivation was much higher.
His eyes glowed with a sinister green light.
“You killed my subordinate?”
The battle immediately began.
Meilin fought the demonic cultivator while Chen Feng rescued the captured disciples.
Sword light and demonic energy collided repeatedly.
The fight grew more intense with every exchange.
Suddenly, the demonic cultivator laughed.
“Since you want to die, then enjoy this!”
He threw a black bead toward Meilin.
The bead exploded.
A cloud of dark-purple mist engulfed her.
Meilin quickly retreated, but some of the mist had already entered her body.
Her face immediately turned pale.
“What is this?” Chen Feng shouted.
The demonic cultivator laughed madly.
“Yin Poison!”
“The poison gathers Yin energy from thousands of sacrifices.
Once it enters the body, it slowly freezes the meridians and corrupts spiritual energy.”
Meilin felt her strength rapidly weakening.
Her sword became difficult to control.
Chen Feng’s expression darkened.
The situation had suddenly become far more dangerous.
The demonic cultivator smiled cruelly.
“Now let’s see how long you can survive.”
To Be Continued…
From — MR.DP 🙂
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