Magic Cultivator

Some covered their chests, blood seeping from between their fingers.

Some had their legs twisted at strange angles, letting out mournful wails.

The remaining subordinates were scared out of their wits and knelt down one after another.

"Sir, please calm your anger!" A quick-witted subordinate immediately flattered, "That Ninth Elder is too arrogant, openly rescuing the Disciple and injuring our Ming Cult members. This clearly shows he doesn't put you in his eyes!"

"Exactly, exactly!" The others quickly echoed, "The Hua Yun Sect doesn't put our Ming Cult in their eyes at all. Sir, you must show them a lesson!"

Wu Hai snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

These wastes, still want to teach me how to do things? However... what they said is not without reason.

"Someone!" Wu Hai shouted sternly, "Summon the High Priest for me!"

Before long, the High Priest arrived in a hurry.

Without another word, Wu Hai directly ordered, "Immediately gather the Ming Cult members and wipe out all the Immortal Sects that oppose our Ming Cult! Leave none alive!"

The High Priest was startled upon hearing this, his brows tightly furrowed.

He stepped forward and cautiously advised, "Sir Wu Hai, if we rashly attack many Immortal Sects now, although our Ming Cult is powerful, we will also suffer huge losses. Moreover, other Immortal Sects will definitely unite to resist us, which is not beneficial for our long-term development..."

"Enough!" Wu Hai impatiently waved his hand to interrupt, "You are too indecisive! If we don't act now, are we going to wait for those Immortal Sects to become stronger and stronger to deal with our Ming Cult?"

The High Priest was helpless and could only bow in response, "Sir, I am also thinking wholeheartedly for the future of our Ming Cult."

Wu Hai waved his hand dismissively, "Stop talking nonsense, just do it. The day the Sect Leader comes out of seclusion will be the day our Ming Cult dominates the Immortal Sects!"

The High Priest took his leave, but secretly grumbled in his heart.

The current Wu Hai has become so impulsive and radical, completely different from before.

After walking a distance, he felt something was wrong and quietly turned back.

The High Priest quietly approached, hid behind a thick stone pillar, and held his breath, observing the situation inside the Great Hall.

Under the dim candlelight, Wu Hai's tall figure was talking in a low voice with a black-robed person. The presence of that mysterious person made the High Priest's heart sound a loud alarm.

The black-robed person's voice was low, "You do as I say, capture forty pairs of virgin boys and girls. This is crucial for our next plan."

The High Priest widened his eyes, only to see that the black-robed person was shrouded in a layer of strange black mist, making his face unclear.

Wu Hai slightly furrowed his brows, his tone carrying a hint of hesitation, "I understand, but once this matter is discovered, it will definitely cause public outrage."

His hands involuntarily clenched and then relaxed, clearly indicating he was struggling intensely internally.

The black-robed person snorted coldly, "As long as the plan succeeds, these are nothing to fear. Just do as you're told, and the benefits will naturally not be small for you."

Wu Hai was silent for a moment.

"Alright, I will arrange it as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the High Priest's heart was greatly shaken.

He widened his eyes, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.

He never expected that Wu Hai, the dignified Vice Leader of the Ming Cult, would so respectfully obey the orders of a mysterious black-robed person.

"What exactly is going on? Why would Wu Hai collude with this black-robed person? What are they plotting?" Countless questions flashed through the High Priest's mind.

After an intense ideological struggle, the High Priest finally decided to investigate thoroughly.

He suppressed his inner unease and cautiously followed the black-robed person's footsteps.

The High Priest was like an agile cat, following silently behind the black-robed person.

Whenever the black-robed person paused slightly, the High Priest immediately held his breath, his heart beating so fast it felt like it would leap out of his chest.

"Don't get discovered, don't get discovered." The High Priest prayed repeatedly in his heart, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

The black-robed person's steps were neither fast nor slow, but headed straight for the forbidden area in the back mountain of the Ming Cult.

The High Priest was startled. That place was a dangerous area that even he, the High Priest, dared not easily enter!

The surroundings of the back mountain forbidden area were shrouded in a faint layer of mist, and the air was filled with an indescribable strange aura.

Legend has it that this was once a place of cultivation for ancient powerful beings, but now it has become a death zone where Monsterous Beasts run rampant.

The High Priest couldn't help but shiver, but curiosity overcame fear. He gritted his teeth and continued to follow.

Just then, a low howl suddenly sounded.

The High Priest looked closely and saw a pack of large, blood-red furred wolves rushing out from all directions, their fierce eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

"These are the Blood Wolves of the Ming Cult's back mountain!" The High Priest widened his eyes in terror.

These ferocious beasts were not easily provoked even by Elders with profound cultivation. The black-robed person was probably doomed this time.

However, a scene that left the High Priest dumbfounded occurred.

The black-robed person was calm and collected, his hands quickly forming seals, and a stream of ink-black energy gathered in his palm.

The next moment, the black-robed person let out a stern shout, "Go!"

That black energy stream instantly transformed into an incomparably sharp energy sword, shooting towards the pack of Blood Wolves like a black lightning bolt.

Wherever the energy sword went, the Blood Wolves were pierced through their bodies, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten fierce Blood Wolves were easily killed like this.

The High Priest hid in the distance, watching with wide eyes, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

"This, what kind of terrifying strength is this? And this Cultivation Technique... Could he be a Demon Cultivator?"

The High Priest felt a chill all over his body, unable to believe his own judgment.

Just then, the black-robed person suddenly turned his head sharply, his gaze like lightning, scanning and searching the surroundings.

The High Priest's heart tightened, and he was instantly scared out of his wits.

He held his breath and turned to slip away at the fastest speed, fearing being discovered by that terrifying black-robed person.

The black-robed person's gaze swept around, but he never found any trace of the High Priest.

He snorted coldly and continued walking towards the depths of the forbidden area, leaving the High Priest hiding in the distance, panting heavily with lingering fear.

Xiao Feng rested for a few days in the City Lord's Mansion, recuperating.

Before, Xiao Feng had searched the City Lord's study and finally found records about this token.

It is said that this is a divine object left by the Sea Race in ancient times, capable of opening a mysterious door leading to the East Sea Dragon Palace on the night of the full moon.

"Tomorrow night is the night of the full moon." Xiao Feng said firmly, "Opportunity knocks but once. Let's set off now!"

The three of them packed up, took necessary dry food and equipment, and quietly left the City Lord's Mansion under the cover of night, heading towards the East Sea.

After a day and a night of trekking, the three finally arrived at the East Sea Coast.

Night fell, the full moon hung high, and the sea surface shimmered with silver light.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, just about to step forward, when he suddenly smelled a strong malevolent aura rushing towards him.