Qingshan Town!
Above the archway at the town entrance, two black shadows suddenly drifted into the town.
However, night had already fallen, and there were no pedestrians on the road. No one noticed anything amiss.
A few breaths later.
The two black-robed Mortal Cultivators appeared before a courtyard not far from the town's entrance.
Immediately afterward.
The two Qi Refining Realm demonic cultivators each reached for the Storage Bag at their waists.
When one looked again, each of them held an exceedingly strange Banner Flag.
The former held a black Banner Flag, its surface shrouded in a faint black mist. A single glance was enough to make one dizzy and disoriented.
The blood-colored Banner Flag in the latter's palm was even stranger. Not only did it brim with bloody light, but the bloodlight spreading from it twisted continuously like a living creature, as though struggling to break free of the blood-colored Banner Flag's control.
Seeing this.
The hoarse-voiced demonic cultivator glanced at the blood banner in his Junior Brother's hand. His brows furrowed slightly as he asked coldly in a low voice:
"Are you tired of living?!"
"You actually dared to swap out the blood banner the sect uses to collect blood for a substandard one."
In response.
The lean demonic cultivator was not surprised. He hastily took out several Spirit Stones and handed them to the Martial Brother beside him, saying softly:
"Rest assured, Martial Brother!"
"When gathering mortal blood, why would we need a boutique Magic Tool? An unremarkable Magic Tool is more than enough!"
"As long as Martial Brother doesn't tell anyone, there absolutely won't be any problems."
"When it comes time to submit the mission, the deacon isn't blind. How could he possibly fail to distinguish the difference between the two?"
"Junior Brother, things have already