Wild Dogs

Xue Ming's expression was somewhat gloomy.

Of course he wouldn't dare. What a joke! Didn't he know what kind of abilities his own Blood Servants possessed?

These blood servants had only been in the sect for a short time, and the sect couldn't do much to them, so they could only let them go in and fend for themselves.

In contrast, the people of other sects must have tampered with these blood servants to make it easier for them to search for medicinal herbs below.

If it were a competition, they wouldn't have a good chance of winning.

Seeing the other party's arrogant demeanor, Xue Ming clenched his fists.

"Okay, I'll take your bet."

Then Xue Ming turned around and stared intently at the others.

"Listen up, all my previous promises are still valid."

"I'll add one more thing: if anyone finds the treasure this time and lets me win, I will definitely grant them one wish."

"Even if your wish is to learn the sect's secret techniques, I will definitely protect you."

After he finished speaking, he stared intently at the numerous blood servants below.

Seeing this, the blood servants finally became excited.

If an elder can take this so seriously, and if they can actually help the other side obtain the medicinal herbs and win the competition, they might really be able to turn the tables.

In an instant, many blood servants were eager to fight.

"Okay, I agree. Let's make this bet in front of all these friends, and let them decide the winner."

After he finished speaking, the disabled old man next to him immediately clapped his hands repeatedly.

"Good, very good. Xue Ming, after all these years, you've finally mustered up some guts."

Then, the old man with the disability waved his hand, and a small white jade ring appeared in his hand.

Then he looked at the others.

"Take out your jade rings."

Without hesitation, Xue Ming reached into his storage bag and pulled out a ring of the same size.

Then the other four people took out their rings one by one, and just like that, all six rings were put together.

The six people nodded, then waved their hands, and the rings flew into the air and then gathered together.

Once the rings came together, faint rays of light emanated from them, and the rings carried a strong aura of blood.

Seeing this, Yang Fan had some insights.

Clearly, in order to prevent any one sect from monopolizing this blood cave, the six sects jointly set up this altar, and then divided the jade ring that opens the altar into six parts, with each sect holding one part.

Therefore, only when all six sects arrive together can the altar below be opened.

Then, the leader waved his hand, and the ring slowly fell down into a groove on the altar.

As the ring was inserted, the black aura around the altar suddenly intensified, and countless streams of blood energy surged out from within. Then, a heavy creaking sound came from the altar.

A moment later, the altar slowly opened, revealing a cavern filled with blood and yin energy, which was over ten feet in size.

A layer of black stone steps winds downwards.

"Alright, the Blood Cave is now open. The Blood Servants can go in. Which sect's members will go first?"

"Our Poison Gu Sect members will go first."

As soon as the leader finished speaking, the old man with the disability waved his hand and then looked at the many disciples of the Poison Gu Sect behind him.

"Everyone, pay attention! Once you're down there, you absolutely must find all those medicinal herbs. Don't mess things up, or I'll skin you alive."

"Yes." The Poison Gu Sect's blood servants present were startled and hurriedly assured him.

Upon hearing this, the old man waved his hand with satisfaction, signaling the blood servants to leave.

As the disciples of the Poison Gu Sect walked towards the Blood Cave, the old man looked towards the Blood Fiend Sect.

"Alright, Xue Ming, it's your turn to go in. If you lose, you'd better hand over the treasure obediently."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming clenched his fists.

"Don't worry, we won't lose."

Then he looked at the many blood servants behind him.

"You guys should go over there too."

Yang Fan cursed inwardly, thinking that the old man was really willing to risk his life to win.

They didn't know the situation inside the blood cave yet, so they sent some people down to scout it out first for safety.

But for the sake of his own face, he completely disregarded the lives of the Blood Fiend Sect's Blood Servants, urging them to go down immediately, which was truly despicable.

Yang Fan didn't say anything. He lowered his head slightly and followed the others toward the Blood Cave.

The closer he got to the Blood Cave, the more intense the blood energy around him became.

As the Blood Cave opened, Yang Fan could see that there were many piles of rubble around it.

Just then, someone suddenly poked his arm.

Yang Fan turned around and saw the Blood Servant who had been talking to him earlier handing him a small bag.

"What is this?" Yang Fan asked curiously, looking at the person.

The Blood Servant sighed.

"It's nothing, just some of my things. I'm from the capital. If you survive this and have a chance to leave the Blood Fiend Sect, remember to burn these things for my family."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan sighed and shook his head.

"I'm not even sure if I can survive myself, so I might not be able to help you with this."

Upon hearing this, the man waved his hand dismissively.

"Here you go. I have a feeling you're more likely to survive than I am."

"If you remember when the time comes, burn this for my family. If you don't remember, then forget it."

"Anyway, the capital city isn't exactly a safe place. If you survive, go to my family, give them the things, and then you can leave."

"These contain the letters I left behind and the methods to find my family."

After saying that, he forcefully shoved the small bag into Yang Fan's hand without saying another word.

Yang Fan glanced at it helplessly, then could only put it in his own storage bag and carefully put it away for him.

Then the group walked to the front of the Blood Cave, and gusts of cold wind blew out from it.

Yang Fan only sensed it for a moment before his brows furrowed deeply.

Even from a distance, he could sense that the situation inside the Blood Cave was extremely dire. The blood energy inside was incredibly dense, and one wrong move could mean certain death.

After looking around, Yang Fan sighed.

Then, following the others, they went down the stone steps in front of the blood cave.

The deeper Yang Fan went, the more he could feel the denser the blood energy around him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Although his physique and strength were sufficient to withstand the blood energy, he still had to be careful since this place was considered extremely dangerous.

As he moved forward, the Blood Servant beside him lowered his voice and began to explain the origins of the Blood Cave.

"Actually, this blood cave wasn't this dangerous many years ago; it could even be described as a place with spiritual energy."

"Oh, there's such a background?" Yang Fan hurriedly looked over curiously.