Night lay deep, and thunder cracked.
The Dark Fiend Grove covered a vast area, shrouded in mist and miasma. Within the formation, shadows filled the view. Beyond twenty meters, it was hard to see anything; beyond ten, it was hard to tell a man from a woman.
Several Demonic Cultivators taking part in the selection charged into the grove from different directions and scattered, soon losing sight of one another.
The Dark Fiend Trees had sparse branches and leaves, and flowers and fruit were rarer still. Finding a ripe fruit was difficult. Moreover, guards from the Supernatural Affairs Bureau would interfere with their search.
Those in the Lower Three Realms were no concern. They only needed to watch out for the one Astral Realm captain stationed here each day. The candidates had agreed beforehand that whoever encountered the Astral Realm guard would shout, and the others would immediately rush over to help.
Once they killed the Supernatural Affairs Bureau's Astral Realm cultivator together, they could search for Dark Fiend Fruit at their leisure.
But that was what they said-as for whether the other candidates would actually come to help after someone shouted, that depended on their own calculations.
After all, they were all Demonic Cultivators.
It was entirely possible that, once they knew the guard's location, they would simply avoid it, leave their fellow disciple to hold him off, and seize the chance to find more Dark Fiend Fruit.
So it was best to stay away from the Astral Realm guard. Of course, that mostly came down to luck.
Tang Mo felt that her luck was terrible.
She was tall and moved slowly, which perhaps made her more likely to attract attention. As she directed a female Black Silver Corpse Puppet to search for Dark Fiend Fruit along the way,