Heaven-Defying Slaughter Karma

After praising Luo Hong, Liu Jing's face turned cold as he walked over to the black-clad evil cultivator kneeling on the ground.

"Want your fellow disciples to go down and keep you company? Tell me where they are."

Liu Jing understood the minds of these low-level evil cultivators well. There was no Fellow Disciple Affection between them, only grudges. Moreover, because they cultivated evil arts, most of them had twisted temperaments. Thus, capturing one evil cultivator alive often allowed one to track down an entire group.

"Cough, cough. Senior Brother and the others are on Demon Spider Peak, one hundred and fifty li east of here, preparing a blood sacrifice for Master."

The black-clad evil cultivator did not disappoint, selling out his master and fellow disciples completely.

"A blood sacrifice? Are there Qi Refining Stage Cultivators among the offerings wearing the same clothes as him?"

Liu Jing pointed at Luo Hong's Yellow Maple Valley Uniform.

"I only know that the blood sacrifice will take place at midnight tonight. Senior Brother ordered me to gather twelve pairs of virgin boys and girls from among the mortals."

"Hmph! What is your master's cultivation level? What are the characteristics of your sect's cultivation technique? Tell me everything at once, and I will spare your soul."

Upon hearing the words "virgin boys and girls," Liu Jing could not help recalling the suffering he had endured at the hands of evil cultivators in his childhood. Old and new hatred surged into his heart at once, and the killing intent he gave off made even Luo Hong uncomfortable.

After hearing the black-clad evil cultivator's confession, Luo Hong gained a certain understanding of the evil cultivator group hidden in Xiang Mountain.

In truth, they did not even count as a sect. They were merely a makeshift group established by a powerful evil cultivator at Qi Refining Great Perfection.

The relationship between master and disciples was more like that of master and servants, while the disciples themselves were full of schemes and bloodshed.

As for their cultivation technique, the black-clad evil cultivator could not say much. He simply cultivated however his master told him to.

The Spirit Patterns on his forehead were called the [Blood Burning Totem]. It was said to be a secret art passed down from ancient times. After using it, one could burn one's own essence blood to temporarily raise one's cultivation.

To practice this secret art, the black-clad evil cultivator confessed that he had to drink a mortal's heart blood every day.

"Three months to succeed? Using a hundred lives to perfect one person's evil technique! Even ten thousand deaths would not redeem your sins!"

Liu Jing was utterly enraged. If everything this man had said was true, this group of evil cultivators had likely committed monstrous slaughter karma.

Xiang Mountain lay within Yellow Maple Valley's sphere of influence. If the other six great sects learned of this matter, they would surely mock them without end.

After the interrogation ended, Luo Hong, his face filled with anger, mercilessly drove the Cold Moon Blade through the black-clad evil cultivator's heart. With a flick of his wrist, he sent out a Small Fireball and burned the corpse to ashes.

This black-clad evil cultivator had truly been doing poorly. Not only did he have no worthwhile Magic Artifacts or Spiritual Herbs on him, he did not even have a Storage Bag. Only a few Low-grade Spirit Stones remained amid the ashes.

Luo Hong listlessly put the Spirit Stones into his Storage Bag. When he turned around, he saw Liu Jing staring at him with a face full of astonishment.

"Nephew-disciple Luo, why are you so skilled at this?"

This kid was clearly on his first training expedition, yet his movements in killing and looting were even more practiced than mine. Could this be a talent too?

"This junior merely hated that this man had lost all conscience and drank human blood to cultivate. I did not wish to leave him an intact corpse."

Liu Jing was only surprised by Luo Hong's actions and did not think there was anything inappropriate about them. Evil cultivators ought to be dealt with ruthlessly. Even if Luo Hong had not explained himself, he would not have minded.

"No matter. Take this to protect yourself."

Luo Hong caught the Magic Artifact Liu Jing passed over with Magic Power and looked closely. It was a turtle-patterned shield brimming with Spiritual Qi.

"This Magic Artifact is called the Spirit Turtle Shield. It is a superb item among high-grade Magic Artifacts. It is useless to me now, so I will give it to you for protection. Consider it the Li Family's advance token of thanks."

"Then this junior thanks Martial Uncle."

Luo Hong hesitated briefly before accepting it. There were quite a few evil cultivators in Xiang Mountain, and this shield could make his life a little safer.

"Mm. Traveling by Spirit Boat would be too conspicuous and might alert those evil cultivators. We will fly on Magic Artifacts to Demon Spider Peak."

"Martial Uncle, are we not calling Senior Brother Yu and Elder Li?"

"The bandits who escaped may warn them. Delay may bring changes. I alone will be enough."

Now that he knew there were no Foundation Establishment stage cultivators among the evil cultivators, Liu Jing's concerns greatly diminished, and he had already decided to begin a massacre.

"Then if this junior accompanies Martial Uncle again, would I not only be a burden? I might as well wait in this village and digest the gains from the battle just now."

Luo Hong thought, How crazy would I have to be to risk my life fighting a bunch of paupers?

Liu Jing was taken aback upon hearing this. He had thought that after confirming the existence of the evil cultivators, Luo Hong would try every possible way to stay by his side.

Naturally, he did not mind this. Otherwise, he would not have specifically bestowed Luo Hong with a protective Magic Artifact.

"Nephew Disciple is truly valiant. It seems this Martial Uncle had misunderstood. Go warm some rice wine. I will be back shortly!"

Luo Hong watched until Liu Jing's figure had completely vanished, yet he still could not understand where exactly he had been valiant.

"High Immortal, please! Save my child! His father is gone, and if my child is gone too, then I will not live either!"

A peasant woman wailed as she threw herself toward him. From the look of it, she meant to cling to Luo Hong's leg and put on a pitiful display.

At that moment, two male villagers rushed up from behind. It took both of them working together to hold the peasant woman back.

"Auntie, do not make trouble! If you disturb the High Immortal, our whole village will have to be buried with you!"

A little old man with a goatee furiously slammed his cane against the ground. He appeared to be the village chief.

"Old sir, you exaggerate. We Cultivators do not slaughter innocents indiscriminately. Where is the child? Take me there at once."

Luo Hong would not deliberately provide relief to mortals, but if he happened upon such a situation, he was willing to lend a hand.

The little old man had not expected Luo Hong to be so easy to speak with and froze for a moment. The peasant woman, however, reacted quickly and immediately led Luo Hong away.

When the bandits attacked the village, they had fired several volleys of hunting arrows. The peasant woman's child had unfortunately been struck in the lower abdomen by a stray arrow and had already fainted from the pain.

An injury like this would be difficult for even an ordinary grown man to survive. The peasant woman's child was only three years old. If Luo Hong had not been here, he could only wait for death.

After having the villagers pull out the arrow, Luo Hong immediately cast the Spring Return Technique. The child's wound visibly healed, and color gradually returned to his pale little face.

"Thank you, High Immortal! Thank you, High Immortal!" Seeing this, the peasant woman repeatedly kowtowed.

The watching villagers first stared at one another in astonishment, as if confirming that they were not hallucinating. Then they all dropped to their knees.

"Fine, this was within expectations. Old sir, find me a clean place. Arrange for the injured villagers to come one by one for treatment."

The Spring Return Technique was a minor spell that did not consume much Magic Power, so Luo Hong decided to see his good deed through to the end.

"Yes, yes. Then please rest for a while at this old man's home, High Immortal." The little old man agreed with a smile stretching across his face. Turning around, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Shitou! Come over and guide the High Immortal!"

"Father, look how deep the cut on my hand is. Let me go first."

"Get lost! Go help carry those who are nearly dead back home!"

As Luo Hong walked away, he nodded upon hearing this. This little old man was sensible. Later, he could ask him about the situation in the mountains.