Wild Dogs

Yang Fan immediately took precautions. He knew that it was hundreds of miles from here to the Blood Blade Sect, and it would take at least half a month for ordinary people to walk that distance.

However, when Yang Fan walked out of the mountain god temple, he realized that he was wrong.

Not far from the mountain god temple, a man in red was flying in mid-air with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that the Blood Blade Sect members had brought out the mortal, the man in red nodded in satisfaction after looking around.

"Very good, your Wild Dog Gang did a good job, everyone's here this time."

Upon hearing this, the burly man with a thick beard hurriedly bowed obsequiously upwards.

"This is all thanks to the Immortal Sect. If it weren't for the Immortal Sect, we wouldn't have been able to bring so many people here."

Then, the man continued to flatter him.

Upon hearing this, the person above frowned slightly and waved his hand.

"Alright, stop with the useless flattery."

"Tell me, this is for you."

As he spoke, the man above waved his hand, and a porcelain bottle immediately flew out of his hand.

The porcelain bottle fell into the hands of the burly man. He picked it up, glanced at it, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Thank you, Immortal Master. Thank you, Immortal Master."

Yang Fan glanced at the other side and then determined that the pill was just an ordinary Qi Gathering Pill, which would have no effect on cultivators, but could indeed strengthen the body of mortals.

It seems these gangs are after this stuff too.

After doing all this, the cultivator above waved his hand, and a tremendous force suddenly appeared, lifting everyone up.

The many ordinary people present were immediately thrown into a panic.

The cultivator above shouted sharply.

"What are you yelling about? Just come with me quietly."

"Once we get there, anyone who dares to make a sound will be killed without exception!"

After speaking, the cultivator waved his hand and immediately used his spiritual energy to drag them away into the distance.

Seeing this, Yang Fan understood that the Blood Blade Sect valued these mortals quite a bit.

However, this made Yang Fan even more curious: what exactly did the Blood Blade Sect need so many mortals for?

Moreover, Yang Fan could sense that the cultivation technique practiced by this Blood Blade Sect disciple was not some kind of evil technique, nor should it require any human blood or food.

This made Yang Fan even more puzzled. If there was no need to use people to refine pills or human blood, what could so many mortals possibly do?

Suppressing this doubt, Yang Fan took no action.

And so, the cultivator immediately carried Yang Fan and flew swiftly into the distance.

Along the way, these ordinary people were extremely uneasy, while Yang Fan looked around, trying to figure out the road ahead.

Fortunately, even though he was flying in mid-air, with Yang Fan's current strength as a cultivator, he was naturally able to clearly see the situation below.

Because of the presence of cultivators, although it was hundreds of miles from here to the Blood Blade Sect, the group saw the sect's gate in less than half a day.

Looking at the towering mountain gate ahead, all the mortals present gasped in astonishment.

They had imagined the Immortal Sect to be magnificent, but they never expected it to be this magnificent.

Looking around, the entire mountain gate is as high as a mountain peak.

Outside the mountain gate, a continuous mountain range was dotted with pavilions and towers, clearly indicating that this was all Blood Blade Sect territory.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

The Blood Blade Sect is clearly not small; its scale is much larger than the others.

After glancing around, Yang Fan looked away and continued to stare intently ahead.

He wanted to see what these people from the Blood Blade Sect were up to.

After a while, the disciple immediately led everyone to land in front of the mountain gate.

However, once they reached the front of the mountain gate, another white-robed cultivator flew over from a distance.

"Yes, Junior Nephew Li, thank you for your hard work this time."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator hurriedly bowed to the white-robed cultivator who was flying over.

"Uncle-Master Wang, what are you saying? This is what I should do."

Then he pointed with his hand behind his back.

"Uncle-Master Wang, now that all the mortals from the Wild Dog Gang have been brought here, I think it's time to arrange their departure?"

Upon hearing this, the white-robed cultivator shook his head.

"Wait a minute, there are still two gang members who haven't been brought along."

"Let's wait two more days. First, take them to the Valley of Death and lock them up. Once everyone has arrived, we'll send them away together."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Li hurriedly waved his hand and led the many mortals to fly forward.

Although the two of them set up a barrier to prevent other mortals from hearing their conversation, Yang Fan, with his cultivation, naturally heard everything clearly.

Upon hearing that they would be imprisoned in a valley, Yang Fan couldn't help but sneer.

As expected, this sect had no good intentions.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fan then silently tossed out a talisman.

Then the talisman slowly turned in mid-air and flew quickly into the distance.

This is a communication talisman. Yang Fan and Zhou Peng had already discussed it beforehand, and Zhou Peng would be there to meet him from the shadows.

Therefore, Yang Fan asked Zhou Peng to make preparations nearby in advance.

Upon receiving the talisman, Zhou Peng would immediately come over.

Although Yang Fan has recovered some of his strength, his actual combat power is still far from sufficient.

In this situation, it would be safer to call Zhou Peng over.

Soon, Yang Fan and his group were taken to the outside of a valley.

Looking at the misty valley ahead, many mortals couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and dared not approach.

"Alright, everyone, come down with me."

Then, the cultivator surnamed Li landed lightly at the entrance of the valley, and with a wave of his hand, he put down all the mortals.

Once the mortals landed, they all knelt down in unison.

"Immortal, we only ask to live. Please, Immortal, show mercy."

As he spoke, a large group of people began to kowtow repeatedly.

Some people used to dare to resist those gangs, but when faced with immortals, they couldn't even muster the will to resist.

Upon seeing this, the cultivator surnamed Li glared at them fiercely.

"Stop talking nonsense. I didn't bring you here to kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already."

"Don't worry, as long as you do your job well, you won't be treated unfairly. You might even make a fortune."

Although they didn't understand what this "making a fortune" meant, they knew it meant doing something for the immortal sect.

This brought a sigh of relief to many ordinary people.

As long as the immortal sects don't want to kill them or force them to do things, and can give them a way out, they are willing to do so.

After a while, the cultivator surnamed Li led them into the valley.

"Stay close to me."

Then he walked to the mouth of the valley, picked up a token, and shook it vigorously.