Blood Demon Venerable

A bloody stench?

How could there be such a thick, bloody odor in the depths of this cave dwelling?

Chen Changming twitched his nose and secretly circulated the Blood Transformation Technique, sensing that this trace of bloody scent actually contained surging life essence.

This piqued his curiosity.

This Seven Star True Person was definitely not a kind soul; could it be that this man also practiced some sort of demonic cultivation technique?

The blood-colored paper doll led the way in silence. After walking for the duration of a dozen breaths, they passed a corner and entered a dim, gloomy hall.

A man with long, red hair and a red robe sat cross-legged, his head bowed as if he were in the middle of cultivation.

When Chen Changming followed the blood-colored paper doll inside, the red-haired man suddenly looked up, two demonic, evil rays of light flashing within his crimson eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I hear you are a Body Cultivator!"

The red-haired man gave a sinister smile, extended a red tongue like a snake's, and licked his lips. At this moment, his gaze became incredibly greedy, as if he were looking at a delicacy of the world.

Just then, the red paper doll's body went limp, collapsing onto the ground as it lost all its spiritual essence.

Chen Changming stopped in his tracks, his brows slightly furrowed as he sized up the other party.

This red-haired man's cultivation had actually reached the first level of the Nascent Soul Realm, which differed greatly from what Chang Jiangchen had said.

The man's entire body exuded a thick, bloody aura, and within this aura, there was also a hint of demonic energy.

For a moment, Chen Changming could not distinguish whether the other party was human or demon.

"Who exactly are you?"

Chen