Ch59.2; 3 Demonic Cultivator

Demonic Cultivator put the Chen Gou's against the ball held by him. A bright, fiery red aura surrounded the orb, and a smile appeared on his face behind the mask.

He murmured, "A level 3 fire spiritual root," his voice filled with a joy. "That's quite impressive atleast Worth 100 points." Not bad, not bad.

He then lifted the unconscious boy and carelessly tossed him into his storage bag, not thinking much.

The Demonic Cultivator turned to survey the broken house and it's surrounding. The village was burning, with thick smoke rising into the clear sky.

The air was thick with the scent of burned wood, mixed with the cries of the dying people. His gaze lingered on to the next house as he walked towards it, leaving only a faint crunch of ash and dirt beneath his boots.

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A short while later, in an open space on the edge of the village, three demonic cultivators gathered.

All had wore the same type of mask & the robe they wore had a symbol of the Blood Sect and were standing there quietly.

Only the distant noise of fires and the occasional roof collapse from the destroyed village disturbed the quiet silence.

With a thick and rough voice, the first one asked, "How many did you find?"

The second cultivator replied casually, moving slowly and lazily, his fat belly rubbing against his robes. "Just one," he answered with a disappointment, "with a Level 2 spiritual root," he added.

The third, smaller but with a strong build, said with irritation, "I Only found one with a level 1 spiritual root," he sighed, his tone reflecting his frustration.

The slim man with fiery red hair, the first cultivator, let out a deep sigh of disappointment. He replied, "I also found just one with a level 1 spiritual root," with a small drop in his shoulders.

There was a hint of bitterness in his voice as he said, "I thought this village would offer more."

Their typical disappointment was clear. It was clear that the results were very different from what they had anticipated.

Frustration flared in them, despite the masks covering their eyes.

However, they weren't being honest.

As demonic cultivators, dishonesty came naturally to them, and speaking the truth was not in their best interests.

When sect points were at stake—points that may improve their cultivation—the truth was a weapon that needed to be used with caution.

With a calm voice, the first cultivator broke the uncomfortable atmosphere. He stated, "This task could earn us a lot of points, If we find anyone with a level 3 or higher spiritual root, we'll be rolling in sect points."

He looked up at the sky and tapped his chin. At the moment, five sect points are awarded for a level 1 spiritual root.

Level 2 has thirty points.

For a level 3, though..." With greed in his voice, he lowered it. "That's 100 points."

The second cultivator leaned in and spoke with excitement in his voice. Reaching Level 4 earns 1,000 points. What if we discover a level 5? With an evil smile he laughed. It is ten thousand points & For level 6, atleast 100k points."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, the third cultivator sneered. "A fifth level? Or Level Six? Within the world of mortals?"

His sarcastic voice cut through the atmosphere. "Keep dreaming. Those are difficult to come by, even in a cultivator city. Let's focus on what we can gain from here."

"The reason the Sect issued this task, because Jade Serpent Sect destroyed too many cities in last 2 to 3 years."

"Cultivators or mortals, it makes no difference. The Blood Sect is giving so many points because they need new disciples."

The first cultivator shifted his weight and tightened his grasp on the sword hilt. His posture tighten and his tone became hostile.

"That traitor Lin Xuan... he's the one who started all this." His fingers gripping the sword hilt, his voice cutting. "He betrayed the sect, revealed our secrets, and now we're stuck cleaning up his mess." Anger constricted on his face.

"He revealed our underground market and our methods of growing...! How on earth did that bastard get away? He managed to free himself from his soul lamp." His stance was hard and his voice shook with rage as he looked at the burning ruins.

The second cultivator nodded slowly, his tone unforgiving, his mask's twisted grin appearing to widen as he recalled the chaos that had occurred. Yes, Lin Xuan—that son of a bitch."

"Despite just being at the Qi Refining Realm, he was still able to cause enough damage by initiating the battle between the Blood and Jade Serpent sects."

"As he spoke, his hands tightened into fists, highlighting the veins in his neck. It's amazing we made it through those fights! When we were in pain, where were those foundation building seniors?"

His tone was announcing his frustration as he shook his head. "Like pawns, they stood by and watched us falling to death!"

With each word, his voice became more and more furious. The third cultivator, muttered in agreement. "So much suffering and bloodshed and that Lin Xuan still manage to escape."

"Had the conflict not ended, we would have passed away, and the rewards of the a sect were so low."

"With his fiery eyes narrowing beneath his mask, he looke at the destroyed surroundings. "We finally have a chance to earn lot's of point's from this new mission."

Everyone nooded in agreement.

The first cultivator gave a dark smile, his eyes shining with ill will. With a voice full of malice, he said, "Now, speaking of gains, has anyone come across a beautiful woman? Remember that we agreed to share her as long as she has no spiritual roots."

The second cultivator took out a. unconscious woman from his storage bag. Her plain village clothes which were tightly hung on her generous curves.

She wasn't pretty, but the cultivator was drawn to her exceptionaly large ass and large breasts. He smiled and added, "I found this one."

"I believe she is married, but that's Not important. She is in a perfect shape."

The third cultivator hardly gave her glance, and said with disgust. Do you find that beautiful? She is so ugly. Even the brothels in mortal cities look better tha. her. You can have her. It would be better if it were smaller and women was more beautiful.

The other the cultivator sighed and gave her another glance. "Yeah, she's not much, but with some makeup... who knows?" With a gloomy face, he put her back in his storage bag. "It's not that important. She is in good enough and you don't know the fun of big ass and boobs."

Annoyed, the first cultivator waved his hand. "Nevertheless. Let's go to the next area. Let's go to the Mortal City? I saw Many cultivators had taken this task. We can arrive ahead of everyone else if we move quickly."

The three cultivators, their expressions serious and focused, all of them nodded in a silent agreement. They quickly drew their swords & flew into the skies, and left the destroyed village behind without saying another word.

The previously peaceful villages had become a barren wasteland, filled with flames, broken homes, and the smell of death.