Purple Gold Mountain.
"Grab them in one hand, refine them in an instant!"
"Die, damn you!"
Mo Yun smashed the head of an Early Third Tier Ironclad Rhino with a single punch, then immediately reached out to touch the Demon Corpse, letting the Black Seal extract and devour the mystic energy within.
Two or three breaths later, the Virtual Panel lit up automatically, and Mo Yun's stats changed again.
[Available points: black 28, white 0]
This was the eighth Early Third Tier demon he had slain. His black points had risen from the original 4 to the current 28!
"Too bad these are sect property. I can't take the demon corpses out and sell them..."
Glancing at the now-headless Ironclad Rhino, Mo Yun could not help feeling a pang.
Unless a demon retained mental contamination, had inherently corrosive flesh, and possessed no medicinal value whatsoever, it could generally be sold for money.
A third-tier demon was worth at least a thousand taels.
Eight meant eight thousand taels. Mo Yun had never seen that much money in his entire life!
Shaking his head, Mo Yun stopped dwelling on it. He extended his perception again and sped toward an unexplored area.
"Next!"
Along the way, Mo Yun occasionally encountered other examinees.
For some reason, their expressions now looked remarkably alike: clear-eyed yet faintly bewildered. Every one of them was muttering in confusion.
"Didn't they say the demons in Purple Gold Mountain had been starving for days, and that our flesh as martial artists would be irresistibly tempting to them?"
"What happened to demons coming straight to us even if we just stood still?"
"Why haven't I encountered a single demon after spending so long actively searching?"
"If I keep failing to find any demons and can't demonstrate my strength, will