Wild Dogs

The old man manipulated the corpse puppet, leading a group of blood servants, and rushed towards the Blood Cave.

Along the way, all the blood servants were very nervous. No one dared to speak casually. They could only cling tightly to the corpse puppet and let it carry them forward at breakneck speed.

The corpse puppet was much faster than Yang Fan had expected.

After leaving the Blood Fiend Sect, these corpse puppets became faster and faster, eventually becoming almost as fast as the Swift Travel Talisman.

Many of the blood servants screamed in fright, and some even nearly fell.

Fortunately, as these corpse puppets moved forward, they firmly secured the Blood Servant to their backs, so there was no need to worry about anyone falling off.

"Quiet down, everyone. They're just puppets. What's the big deal?"

The old man flying ahead spoke coldly to those behind him. Although his voice was not loud, it sounded like thunder to everyone.

The numerous blood servants dared not act recklessly in front of the old man, for he could take their lives at any moment, so they could only obediently lower their heads.

Just as the other blood servants lowered their heads in fear, Yang Fan observed his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

As a Qi Refining stage cultivator, he was more confident than others and showed no sign of panic.

Of course, he still wore a terrified expression, glancing around as he pondered what to do next.

Clearly, they were about to be taken to the Blood Cave.

He only had a superficial understanding of the place, and as for the origin of the Blood Cave and the hidden dangers, he still had only a vague understanding.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan looked around and then looked at a Blood Servant he knew well.

This Blood Servant had a wide circle of friends and had already become close with many Qi Refining stage disciples, from whom he had obtained a great deal of information.

Yang Fan made up his mind that once he arrived at the Blood Cave, he would first find out the situation through this person before making any plans.

And so, the corpse puppet carried them away at breakneck speed into the distance.

The map the old man gave them didn't show the location of the Blood Cave, so Yang Fan and the others had no choice but to follow his instructions.

Several hours later, the corpse puppet's speed gradually slowed down, and the surrounding area was now a continuous mountain range.

It seems the Blood Cave is located in the mountains ahead.

Sure enough, the closer they got to the mountains, the slower the corpse puppets became.

After a while, the corpse puppet stopped, and hundreds of figures were already waiting there not far ahead.

Upon seeing the old man and the corpse puppet arrive, a figure immediately flew over from a distance.

"Hey Blood Fiend Sect, you're way too late."

The old man looked coldly at the other person and spoke in a cold voice.

"What's so late? It's not time yet."

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky.

"We have to wait until sunset to open the Blood Cave. The sun hasn't even set yet, so why are we in such a hurry?"

The two approached each other while talking, but their expressions changed drastically when they saw each other's faces clearly.

The person who flew in from afar sized up the old man from the Blood Fiend Sect, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Who do we have here? It turns out to be the Blood Demon Old Monster from the Blood Fiend Sect."

"Hey Xue Ming, you're so old, don't you feel ashamed to come here?"

Before Xue Ming could speak, the other party continued to mock him.

"Your sect still dares to send people here this year? Aren't you afraid of losing all your remaining dignity?"

"For several years in a row, your Blood Fiend Sect has been ranked at the bottom of the six Blood Path Sects."

"If I were from your Blood Fiend Sect, I would have been too ashamed to even come here."

"Unlike you, Xue Ming, whose skin is thicker than a city wall, you still dare to come here and embarrass yourself in this situation. I can only say I admire you."

As the person spoke, they were getting closer and closer.

Only then did the other disciples get a clear look at the man's face.

The man was dressed in a long black robe, and a bright red scorpion crawled on his face.

The scorpion was crawling incessantly on his face, making him look somewhat ferocious.

Yang Fan's expression changed slightly.

This person is so strange; he must be an elder from another major sect.

Moreover, judging from his aggressive demeanor, he seems to be even stronger than Xue Ming.

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming's previously calm expression instantly darkened, and his aura turned several degrees colder.

"Pah! You old devil Tiancan, stop your sarcastic remarks and watch your mouth."

"You haven't even mastered your own skills, yet you rely on a few poisonous insects to scare people. How dare you stand here and criticize others?"

"If we're really talking about true strength, your Poison Gu Sect might not be able to surpass our Blood Fiend Sect."

The old man with the disability sneered, his face showing disdain, his tone becoming increasingly contemptuous and mocking.

"Strength? What strength does your Blood Fiend Sect have left? You dare to even mention it?"

"If it were any other elder, I might give them some face, but you, Xue Ming, are not qualified."

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

"Even if our Poison Gu Sect isn't in the lead, we're still a bit stronger than your Blood Fiend Sect."

These words struck Xue Ming right where it hurt. He was so angry that his face twitched repeatedly. He wanted to retort, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The Blood Fiend Sect has been plagued by internal strife in recent years, resulting in a significant loss of its experts and a decline in its strength. Its ranking among the six sects has plummeted, a fact well known to everyone.

Although each of the six Blood Path sects is also embroiled in internal strife, vying for power and interests, and sabotaging each other, the Blood Fiend Sect's sabotage is far more severe than that of the other sects.

For this reason, the strength of the Blood Fiend Sect was greatly affected.

But one shouldn't hit someone in the face, and being spoken to like that to their face still infuriated Xue Ming.

Seeing Xue Ming's exasperation, the Old Man Tiancan became even more sarcastic.

"By the way, I heard that your partner had an affair with another man a few years ago and got pregnant with both of their children. Is that true?"

"You'd better keep a close eye on her, or she might get pregnant with another bastard child in a few years."

The old man's mockery struck Xue Ming like a heavy hammer blow.

After Xue Ming and his Daoist partner began cultivating together, he often neglected to spend time together due to his arduous cultivation. Feeling lonely, his Daoist partner then hooked up with a disciple in the Qi Refining stage.

After the two engaged in sexual intercourse, his partner even became pregnant.

Xue Ming initially even thought the child was his own, and was very proud of it, telling everyone he met.

It should be noted that most Core Formation cultivators find it difficult to have offspring.

But he was naturally pleased to have children.

He only realized something was wrong after the child was born and they were not blood relatives.

Enraged, Xue Ming slaughtered his Daoist partner's entire clan and tortured his lover to death before finally venting his anger.

Although he had already avenged himself, having it said to his face still enraged him.

"You old bastard, Tiancan, I'm not finished with you."

As he spoke, Xue Ming immediately lunged at Tian Can.

"Alright, I'd like to see what you're capable of."

These two had been at odds for a long time, and now, after exchanging words, they both wished they could kill each other.

Just as the two were about to make their move, several figures flew over from the side.

"Alright, you two are both elders of the Six Blood Path Sects, why are you fighting and killing like those Qi Refining disciples?"

"How could someone with this kind of mentality possibly advance to the Nascent Soul stage?"

An elderly man with white hair and beard flew over and comforted the two.

The old man was wearing a strange long robe with strange characters engraved on it.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan's mind raced. He didn't recognize the man's clothes, but he could tell that he must be an elder from another major bloodline sect.

"Yes, Xue Ming, what's there to argue about? Who in the Six Sects of the Blood Path doesn't know about your wife's affair? Even though you killed all her family members, everyone who needs to know already knows."

An old man seized the opportunity to fan the flames, clearly wanting to see the two of them fight.

Seeing this, Xue Ming stopped talking, simply flicked his sleeves, and turned back to his own blood servants' group.

"Listen carefully, everyone."

"Once we're inside the Blood Cave, no one is allowed to back down."

"Those who achieve a high ranking in this Six Trials will be richly rewarded. If you can get first place, I can even grant you one wish!"

Although the conditions offered by Xue Ming were very tempting, the blood servants present did not show any excitement.

He knew perfectly well that in such a place where survival was a matter of life and death, no matter how tempting the reward, it was not as important as staying alive.

After speaking, Xue Ming waved his sleeve and returned to the other side.

"Alright, everyone, now that we're here, let's hurry over to the altar. I think the sun is about to set."

Upon hearing this, Tian Can lost interest in continuing the argument with Xue Ming. He flew to his own group, then waved his sleeve and led his sect's disciples toward the center of the mountain range.

And so, the elders led their respective sects' disciples in a frantic rush into the mountains.

About half an hour later, the group finally stopped.

The sun was low in the sky, and it was not far from setting completely.

Once they reached the center of the mountain range, Yang Fan immediately looked around and carefully examined the surrounding environment.