No, Is the Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult Really This Poor?

In the forest that had been baptized by artillery fire, countless withered branches and broken logs lay scattered around towering trees.

Four or five men in different attire sat around a charred demon beast.

Jiang Chuan and the others parked their drone in a tree six or seven hundred meters away from the men.

Through the drone's high-definition camera, Song Zhiyan enlarged the image of the men.

"Sis, you can read lips. What are they saying?"

"Let me see."

Song Zhiyi immediately began translating.

"What kind of reward do you think Vice Cult Master Chu will give us this time?"

"We risked life and limb following Vice Cult Master Chu. After he lured away the White Peacock Demon King, we wiped out the White Peacock Demon King's nest."

"How many examples are there in all of Great Xia—even the whole world—of someone wiping out a demon king's nest?"

"With the spoils we brought back, once we get out of here, Vice Cult Master Chu will definitely promote us to elders."

"I really want to get out of here. These past few days, it's been either raw meat, burnt meat, or compressed biscuits. Even getting a sip of water has been hard."

"It's good enough that we have something to eat. Once we're done, we keep moving. The sooner we leave this damned place, the better."

The moment Song Zhiyi finished speaking, Jiang Chuan and the others began breathing rapidly.

They had wiped out the White Peacock Demon King's nest!

"The Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult truly deserves its infamy as an evil cult whose vicious name rivals the Twilight Eventual Society!"

Meng Nanxi sighed. "Not only did they steal the egg laid by the White Peacock Demon King, they even lured it away and wiped out its nest."

The stronger a demon beast was, the greater its intelligence.

With the White Peacock Demon King's strength, its intelligence surpassed that of most humans.

Even Meng Nanxi's pet squirrel had obtained a piece of Blood-Patterned Iron. With the White Peacock Demon King's strength and the territory under its control, there could only be more treasures in its nest!

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Song Zhiyan could no longer wait.

"Sharpening the blade does not delay the chopping of wood. Let's set up a battle plan first."

Jiang Chuan immediately discussed their battle plan with Meng Nanxi, Kang Bo, and the others.

In the end, Song Zhiyi would operate the Great Xia Type 37 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle and shoot one person first.

Jiang Chuan and the other four would encircle the remaining four from four directions, ensuring that no one escaped.

Once the plan had been made, Jiang Chuan and the others began circling around to outflank them according to the tactics in the Contemporary Cultivator Training Manual.

"I never want to eat this stuff again!"

Throwing down the unfinished beast leg, a burly man with a face full of flesh rose from the ground.

"Once we get back, I'm definitely going to feast on a—"

The man sitting opposite him rose while wiping his mouth.

Bang!

Before he could finish, his head suddenly exploded with the gunshot.

Bright red blood and fragments of bone splattered everywhere.

The burly man's pupils contracted. He grabbed his weapon and ran toward the nearest tree, shouting at the same time, "Enemy attack! Everyone, be careful!"

The remaining three Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult followers were battle-hardened elites as well. Otherwise, they would not have been selected for this mission.

Faced with the sudden attack, they did not panic in the slightest. They grabbed their weapons and immediately sought cover nearby.

The four had barely concealed themselves when the crackling of lightning rang out.

A handsome youth wearing Black Battle Armor and wielding a great lance charged at them from the east.

"I thought the military had discovered us. So they're just students from Immortal Gate High School's Elite Class."

The burly man grinned sinisterly. "Brats who haven't even cultivated for a month—I'll show you today what a Three Realms Peak cultivator is!"

The burly man raised a gigantic sword as wide as a door panel and charged at Jiang Chuan.

A murky gray glow surged from his body and coiled around the greatsword.

A cold, deathly aura spread out. The greatsword seemed to transform into a bloodthirsty giant beast as it cleaved down at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan swung his great lance to meet the greatsword.

Clang!

The instant sword and lance collided, silver-white lightning danced through the air.

Feeling the enormous force transmitted to his palm, the burly man was shaken to the core.

"He hasn't even cultivated for a month. How can he possess such strength?!"

He had already tempered his five viscera and completed his metamorphosis, giving him a strength of three thousand jin.

Yet against Jiang Chuan, he had fallen directly into a disadvantage in strength!

Before Jiang Chuan had even completed Skin Tempering, his strength had already broken through a thousand jin. Now that he had completed Muscle Refining, though he had never tested his strength, it had long surpassed three thousand jin!

"Angry Thunder Soul Severing!"

Jiang Chuan swung his great lance down at the burly man.

Silver-white lightning flashed like a bolt of thunder tearing through the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, the burly man raised his sword to meet it.

Clang!

Jiang Chuan's blow nearly shook the sword from the burly man's grip. The ground beneath his feet shattered, driving him deep into the earth.

Bang!

Jiang Chuan kicked out. The burly man's chest caved in, and his entire body flew backward into a towering tree.

"Even if I die, I'll take you with me—"

Before the burly man could finish, the great lance Jiang Chuan had hurled pierced through his throat.

By the time Jiang Chuan finished off the burly man, Kang Bo and Meng Nanxi had already clashed with the other two.

As for Song Zhiyan...

She simply controlled her sword, dispatching her opponent in a single exchange.

She was even faster than Jiang Chuan.

Having a magic artifact really is nice.

Thinking this, Jiang Chuan ran toward Kang Bo.

Kang Bo was the weakest among the five. He had not yet completed Muscle Refining, and after exchanging only three to five moves with the Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult follower, he had already fallen into a disadvantage.

The Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult follower fighting Kang Bo saw Jiang Chuan rushing over.

He immediately abandoned Kang Bo and fled in panic in another direction.

Crackle!

Jiang Chuan hurled his great lance. The lightning-wreathed weapon pierced through the Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult follower and nailed him to a towering tree.

"Thanks," Kang Bo said gratefully.

"We're teammates. It's only right."

Jiang Chuan pulled out his great lance and walked over to where the five men had been eating.

There were five enormous backpacks there.

"I wonder what treasures are inside?"

Meng Nanxi, holding a dripping halberd, looked eagerly at the backpacks.

Jiang Chuan picked up one backpack and opened it directly.

A large bundle of grayish-white branches entered Jiang Chuan's sight.

Jiang Chuan: ???

No, is the Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult really this poor?

They even picked up poplar branches?

"We didn't work all this time just to get five bags of poplar branches, did we?" Kang Bo was equally speechless.

"These should be branches from the spirit medicine Silver Leaf Tree mentioned in ancient texts. The Silver Leaf Tree looks very much like a poplar tree, but their value differs by an unknown number of times."

Only after hearing Meng Nanxi's words did Jiang Chuan notice many silver-white points of light at the broken ends of the branches.

"Though Silver Leaf Tree branches aren't as good as its fruit, soaking them in water and drinking it should still strengthen the soul. A bundle like this should sell for twenty or thirty million outside," Song Zhiyan roughly estimated.

"The Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult really is full of good people."

Jiang Chuan's lips curled upward. As he took out the Silver Leaf Tree branches, he saw that two grenade-like bombs remained in the bag, except the words Spirit Confusing were written on their surfaces.

"Spirit Confusing Smoke! No wonder those Immortal Slaughter Divine Cult bastards, despite being only in the Three Realms, could wipe out the White Peacock Demon King's nest."