Blood Wave Mountain.
A blood-robed man patrolled the checkpoint, cautioning several demonic cultivators, "Be extra careful. Blood Wave Mountain is our Holy Cult's final stronghold. No matter who it is, do not let them in lightly."
"Elder Blood Dry, please rest assured."
"Out there, the few of us brothers could only be wandering cultivators with no support, bullied by anyone."
"But after joining the Blood Infant Sect, they took care of our food, lodging, and cultivation. They even arranged several exceptionally beautiful girls for us to practice Dual Cultivation with."
"Anyone who dares come and ruin the Blood Infant Sect—we brothers will kill him on the spot."
The demonic cultivator who spoke was brash and carefree.
"Er Hu, it's good that you have this kind of awareness."
"I didn't misjudge you."
A satisfied look appeared on the blood-robed man's face. Then his figure flashed, and he returned to the palace at the mountain's summit.
Once he had left, the demonic cultivator who had just spoken put away his brash, carefree expression.
One of his brothers came up to him and asked in a low voice, "Brother Hu, if we really run into danger, are you truly going to smash your head and spill your blood for the Holy Cult?"
"You weren't like this before."
The demonic cultivator named Er Hu restrained the smile on his face and snorted. "Are you stupid? All of us brothers are wandering cultivators. We were only forcibly abducted here by the Blood Infant Sect."
"If I hadn't said that just now, Elder Blood Dry could have drained our vital essence on the spot. Do you believe that?"
"If there's real danger, we run when we need to."
"This place simply isn't fit for humans to stay in. Who knows how many demonic cultivators die here