I have a city in another world

Chapter 7071 Warning and Scheme

"What kind of person are you to dare to test me!"

Feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, Feng Jiu Kui sneered and threw a powerful punch forward.

This punch was filled with blood and emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

Faintly, one could hear the cries of vengeful spirits.

This is the cultivation technique that Feng Jiu Kui obtained through sacrifice when he advanced to the third rank, and he has now cultivated it to the point of mastery.

With this set of techniques, he gradually made a name for himself among the many disciples of the Blood Demon Sect's outer sect.

The Blood Demon Sect's cultivation methods are all sinister and bizarre, and extremely cruel, mostly using the life force of living beings as cultivation fuel.

To succeed in cultivation, one must inevitably have blood on one's hands and countless vengeful spirits under one's command.

Some special spells, when practiced to a certain level, require cruel sacrificial rituals.

Sometimes it's a village, sometimes a settlement, and sometimes even a city.

Those who were sacrificed often died in a painful manner, the cruelty of which was appalling.

The objects of the ritual sacrifices are all sorts of deities, many of whom are known for their bizarre and cruel nature.

By pleasing the gods through rituals, one can gain immense power, magical inheritance, and all sorts of incredible information.

The Blood Demon Sect rapidly grew stronger through sacrifice, becoming a powerful force that inspired fear in all who heard of it.

The method of communicating with the gods became the foundation of the Blood Demon Sect, and it was impossible for them to easily spread it to the outside world.

Every time a cultivator in the Blood Demon Sect needs to be promoted, they must apply to the sect internally.

After passing the ascension, you need to spend merit points to invite a priest to personally preside over the ascension ceremony.

Every priest in the Blood Demons is necessarily a member of the Council of Elders. They control the entire sacrificial ritual to ensure that the core secrets are not leaked.

If forced to reveal the secrets of the sacrificial rituals, these priests would rather die than divulge any information.

The cultivators who participate in the advancement sacrifice receive different abilities and blessings, but they all have one thing in common: they cannot pass them on to outsiders.

This is like a soul contract, binding the monks who receive the rewards and preventing those who do not offer sacrifices from benefiting.

If someone forcibly imparts the knowledge, they will inevitably suffer a fatal backlash and end up with their soul scattered.

As Feng Jiu Kui threw this punch, his blood energy condensed into a terrifying ghost face, which crashed into the black shadow flying towards him.

The whole process was very brief, lasting only a moment.

The black shadow that flew out of the mist actually pierced through the ghost face and slammed directly into Feng Jiu Kui's chest.

"Damn it, why didn't we stop it?"

Feng Jiu Kui exclaimed in surprise and quickly dodged to the side.

He thought he could easily crush the cultivators in the thick fog with his own abilities, and then achieve his goal through intimidation.

He even worried that if the cultivators in the mist didn't react, wouldn't all his efforts have been wasted?

Unexpectedly, the response I received was far more powerful than anticipated.

At this moment, Feng Jiu Kui felt a premonition of death.

However, he was still a little too slow and was hit in the chest by the black object.

It felt like being hit by a heavy truck, as if my body was about to fall apart.

Just when he thought his body would be pierced through by this force, he found that the terrifying force had suddenly stopped.

Like a wisp of smoke, it vanished without a trace in an instant.

Feng Jiu Kui knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his expression so gloomy it could scrape off a layer of frost.

The original intention was to demonstrate one's abilities, intimidate the cultivators in the thick fog, and obtain the array's inheritance from them.

He never dreamed that he would be so easily injured by a casual blow. If his opponent hadn't shown mercy, his chest would have been pierced through.

Touching the dirt on his chest, Feng Jiu Kui was filled with shock. At this moment, he finally knew what had attacked him.

It turned out to be a clod of soil, with wild grass roots inside, clearly something that had been casually grabbed.

But this very clod of soil, carrying terrifying power, caused a third-tier cultivator to vomit blood.

The most crucial point is that the terrifying power can be controlled at will, automatically dissipating the moment it hits the target. Such a level of power control is truly exquisite and not easy to achieve.

Feng Jiu Kui was both surprised and annoyed. His original thoughts vanished, replaced by deep worry.

Judging from the current situation, it is clear that there is no way to achieve the goal through violent means.

If he angers the other party and they attack again, he could even lose his life.

However, he was unwilling to give up now. If he could obtain the array inheritance, his strength and cultivation would definitely be able to advance further.

Having such a powerful figure in the area under one's jurisdiction is not a good thing.

If the plan is obstructed or sabotaged by the other party during its execution, it is likely to end in failure.

If the operation fails, Feng Jiu Kui, as the person in charge, will inevitably suffer severe punishment.

They thought the operation had gone smoothly and they had easily defeated the army in the mountain city settlement. All they had to do was wait for the main force to arrive.

Unexpectedly, greed led him to provoke a powerful enemy, causing an unexpected change in his operation plan.

Feng Jiu Kui felt a pang of regret. If he had known this would happen, he would never have acted so rashly.

Since things have come to this point, there's no use in regretting it now; instead, we should try every possible way to make amends.

But that attack just now clearly had a warning intended to make him get lost.

If they continue to linger or try to communicate, the next thing that might fly out is a stone.

A clod of loose soil was enough to make him cough up blood; if it had been a rock, it would have pierced his body.

The wisest course of action is to temporarily evacuate and then devise other plans later.

Suppressing his resentment and the waves of discomfort coursing through his body, Feng Jiu Kui turned and left.

He quietly returned to the camp, swallowed some pills and meditated, then drained the life force of another survivor.

His originally pale face finally regained some color, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Touching his newly set sternum, which was rapidly healing, Feng Jiu Kui narrowed his eyes slightly.

This unexpected situation caused him considerable losses, and he was filled with anger at the time.

But upon closer reflection, I realized it might not be a bad thing.

Because everything depends on human effort, if handled properly, even bad things can turn into good things.

If he could get what he wanted, Feng Jiu Kui would try to do it even if it came at a price.

The sect's mission needs to be completed, but one's own interests must also be considered. If asked which is more important, one's own affairs are more important.

Feng Jiu Kui made up his mind and summoned the cultivator surnamed Bai.

Not long after, the white-clad cultivator walked in, his face expressionless.

In reality, he was filled with unease and fear, afraid that what he had done would be discovered.

As an undercover agent, I lived in constant fear, as if walking on thin ice.

However, within the Blood Demon Sect, infighting was common. Countless outer and inner disciples, instead of dying at the hands of their enemies, were stabbed in the back by their own fellow disciples.

Even if what he did were discovered, it would probably be seen as infighting among fellow disciples.

Fighting among fellow disciples is punishable, but if someone is proven to be a traitor, they could very well be torn to pieces.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Feng."

In the eyes of outer disciples, inner disciples are unapproachable and must be curried over.

The resources needed for cultivation, answers to questions about cultivation techniques, and the acquisition of powerful backers all need to be obtained from inner disciples.

Each inner disciple is surrounded by a large number of outer disciples, who are treated like servants on a daily basis.

“Tell me in detail what happened to you outside the thick fog, without omitting anything.”

Feng Jiu Kui's tone was cold, but the question he asked made the white cultivator feel slightly relieved, and he quickly told him what had happened.

His scheming and plotting were dismissed and hidden, and the blame was shifted onto Junior Brother Ding.

During the narration, he secretly observed Feng Jiu Kui and discovered that the other party seemed to be injured.

The white-haired cultivator was secretly puzzled. There had been no abnormalities just now, so how did things suddenly go wrong?