Chapter 219: Beasts Know No Honor—All Demonic Cultivators Deserve Death

Without making a sound, Yu Xian followed behind the Little Phoenix Cat, like a larger version of the creature itself.

Under the cover of night, he slipped between buildings and alleyways, drawing closer to the city’s center.

His aura was tightly restrained. Though he hadn’t cultivated any stealth techniques, he relied purely on his physical control—holding his breath, moving with extreme caution—to close in silently.

Not using any cultivation power, Yu Xian’s movements caused barely a whisper of sound. Naturally, the seven demonic cultivators ahead didn’t notice him.

A hundred or so meters away, Yu Xian stopped advancing and crouched quietly atop a lofted pavilion, observing the seven demonic cultivators and the massive sphere of refined blood essence hovering above them.

This one vat of blood—once the life force of over a hundred thousand people.

The corpses, meanwhile, lay heaped like small mountains to the side.

Yu Xian watched coldly. He was well-versed in alchemical arts and could tell at a glance that the seven were in the final stages of refining the blood pill.

In less than three days, it would be complete.

A pill forged from human blood…

Over the years, Yu Xian had skimmed several obscure alchemy manuals—some morally grey, others outright evil. He’d seen references to blood pill refinement before but had never studied them seriously.

Because, no matter what, he would never condone using human lives for pill refinement.

Just the thought disgusted him.

Even without detailed knowledge, he knew such blood pills were powerful supplements. Once complete, each would be equivalent to a fourth-grade lower-rank spirit pill!

No wonder the demonic cultivators viewed human lives as expendable. Killing without conscience to refine such a treasure…

After all, spiritual herbs were rare, but mortals? As numerous as ants.

To these demonic cultivators, mortals were no longer people—just walking medicinal ingredients. Just blood pills waiting to be harvested.

A storm of killing intent brewed in Yu Xian’s heart. His only thought now?

Kill.

They treated mortals like livestock. Then he’d treat them as worse than beasts!

He decided to wait two more days. When the blood pill was about to form, the seven cultivators would be wholly focused. That would be the perfect time to strike—he could at least take out three in an instant!

With this plan in mind, Yu Xian remained crouched silently in the loft, patiently awaiting his chance.

Moonlight spilled over the land as night passed. The massive blood essence sphere had condensed further—now only the size of a barrel. Its rich crimson hue glimmered like a gemstone.

The seven demonic cultivators stared at it with eyes full of greed. In the depths of their venomous stares, hidden calculations flickered.

Honor, fairness, cooperation—such concepts did not exist among them.

Only poisonous selfishness.

What was that, exactly?

Normal selfishness meant protecting what was yours and not sharing—something every person had to a degree.

But poisonous selfishness meant not only hiding what you had but also coveting what others owned—stealing, killing, scheming, with no line too far.

This was depravity. This was evil. This was worse than animals.

The next morning, the sun rose, and the air’s essence shifted again.

The lead demonic cultivator swiftly changed his hand seals and shouted, “Power of the blazing sun, refine the remnants! By today’s end, the blood pill shall be complete!”

Twenty-four blood flags shimmered red, absorbing solar essence to continue refining the barrel-sized blood sphere.

Using lunar and solar energy in pill refinement—that was a novel idea.

Although this was a demonic technique, Yu Xian couldn’t help but be intrigued.

After all, the sun and moon contained unfathomable power. Even Nascent Soul or Soul Formation cultivators were like ants before them.

If one could borrow their power to refine pills—it could be revolutionary.

Another day passed, and the blood essence condensed further, now the size of a human head—like a radiant blood-red gem. Its previous stench transformed into a faint, sweet aroma.

The blood pill was nearly complete.

How many pills would form from this mass?

The seven cultivators stared in anticipation.

They’d slaughtered indiscriminately, sealed the city for nearly a month. Now, exhausted, they were on the verge of reward—how could they not be ecstatic?

“Ah!”

Suddenly, the lead cultivator screamed in agony.

The formation trembled, the twenty-four flags wavered, and the nearly-formed blood pill began to quiver violently, as if it would collapse at any moment!

“What’s going on!?”

The six others shouted in alarm, “Brother Lan! What’s happening!?”

“The power of the sun and moon is too overwhelming! I didn’t expect it!”

Lan, the screaming cultivator, roared in pain, blood pouring from his mouth. “I can’t hold on much longer—help me, or everything will be ruined!”

The six others looked at each other—hesitant.

They had all been holding back their power, wary of each other. They were all demonic cultivators—deceitful, cruel, selfish to the core.

They had no true alliance, only mutual benefit. Trust was nonexistent.

Just then, a monstrous roar tore through the air as a blood demon manifested from the formation and lunged at one of the six cultivators, shredding him in an instant.

The formation drank his blood, feeding it back into the blood pill above.

Panic set in. The remaining five cultivators finally realized the danger and unleashed their full power in desperation.

They had been holding back even now.

“Hahaha!” Lan Ertu laughed maniacally, controlling the blood demon to keep killing. “You think I didn’t plan this? You all die today!”

Hidden far away, Yu Xian watched the infighting with a smirk.

Dog-eat-dog? Good.

But each death strengthened the blood demon. If it consumed all six and gained the blood pill’s boost, it might rival a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At that point, even a sneak attack from Yu Xian might fail.

This Lan Ertu had cunning and skill. His dual-purpose formation served both to kill and refine.

Impressive… but ultimately a demonic cultivator.

Yu Xian’s fists clenched—he had to act soon.

Just then, the Little Phoenix Cat beside him twitched its ear and pressed a paw on his wrist.

Yu Xian looked at the creature in confusion, then paused—he felt it too.

A powerful aura was rushing toward the formation!

“Who’s there!?”

Lan Ertu sensed it as well and turned with a shout.

ROAR!!

The blood demon paused mid-slaughter and howled at the newcomer.

The figure stopped thirty meters away, hovering midair. A large, muscular man with a cold expression said,

“Lan Ertu. I’ve finally caught you.”

“Kui Sanlang!?”

Lan Ertu’s expression twisted. “You actually tracked me down? Impressive.”

Kui Sanlang’s tone was icy. “You dared target a disciple of Great Kui Manor. Did you think you could flee forever?”

Lan Ertu sneered. “Your sect plotted a treasure map, lured Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators to their deaths to feed your Blood Corpse Patriarch—how noble.”

Kui Sanlang didn’t flinch. He raised a blood flag. “We may trick others. But you dared kill one of our own. For that, I’ll use your blood to empower my flag.”

“Kui Sanlang… You think I’m still the man from eight years ago?”

Lan Ertu’s eyes glinted. “I’ve created seventy-four blood flags! I’ve reached mid-Foundation Establishment! Who lives or dies—yet to be decided!”

“Enough.”

Kui Sanlang waved his hand.

ROAR!!

From his blood flag burst a towering four-meter-tall blood demon, grotesque and terrifying!

“You die today. For Kui Wuyang.”

Lan Ertu narrowed his eyes and dismissed the remaining three cultivators.

“You’re lucky. Get lost.”

The three demonic cultivators instantly fled—survival came first.

Yu Xian retreated as well, silently leaping from rooftop to rooftop before taking to the skies.

But instead of leaving, he raced after the three escaping demonic cultivators.

He didn’t care about Lan Ertu or Kui Sanlang.

All demonic cultivators… must die.