Chapter 207

Inside the hall, Demonic Cultivators gathered, their arrogant laughter ringing out continuously.

And He Jilan, the elder sister He Lu leaning against the Nascent Soul Realm Demonic Cultivator leading them, showed no trace of fear on her face; on the contrary, she displayed all her charm.

"To be favored by the Sir is an honor for this lowly woman."

"Haha, do you know what I like about you? It's your mouth."

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul Realm Demonic Cultivator laughed loudly, his hand movements unceasing, causing He Jilan's face to flush red, becoming even more alluring.

The hall was like that; in the backyard, where the Ye family members were imprisoned, at this moment a group led by the He family patriarch was responsible for guarding this place.

A crowd gathered together, drinking wine, from time to time bursts of loud laughter could be heard, looking extremely merry.

From the He family's behavior, it is clear that their allegiance to the Demonic Cultivators is entirely voluntary.

Perhaps at first, the He family had intentions of going through the motions, merely to preserve their lives.

But later, as they gained many benefits from the Demonic Cultivators, the He family's mindset gradually changed.

They experienced the pleasure of controlling life and death.

To others, the He family might seem like lackeys of the Demonic Cultivators, but in the He family's eyes, having Blood Sect Demonic Cultivators as their backing means they can decide who lives and who dies.

Such a feeling makes one unconsciously become immersed, unable to extricate oneself.

Moreover, the Blood Sect also gave them many good things.

For example, the He family patriarch fortunately received from the Blood Sect a technique called Blood Hand, whose power is immense, greatly increasing his personal strength.

He was full of vigor and high spirits; thus, surrounded by the He family, the He family patriarch laughed loudly.

"Don't even think about learning this Blood Hand; the Sir said it is a secret not to be transmitted by the Blood Sect, and only after you truly join the Blood Sect in the future will you be qualified to Xiūliàn."

Upon hearing this, the He family members all looked envious.

"As expected of the patriarch; nowadays, only our He family patriarch and the eldest miss have been favored by the Blood Sect Sir."

"Haha, do a good job; someday you will also have a chance."

"By the way, patriarch, how should we deal with these Ye family people? Just keep them locked up like this?"

"I warn you not to act on your own; the Sir hasn't spoken, so stay honest. Moreover, these Ye family people will eventually die; when the time comes, you will kill them yourselves."

Just as they were speaking, a belch suddenly came from Yuàn zhōng; looking toward the sound, they saw an old man who appeared as if drunk, having appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time.

"Who?"

The He family members instantly became on high alert, their gazes locked firmly on Hong Zun.

Facing the He family's gaze, Hong Zun seemed utterly unconcerned, speaking with drunken, half-closed eyes.

"As a prominent clan of Yun City, you not only ally with Demonic Cultivators but also help them as tigers' aides; you truly deserve to die."

Upon hearing this, a flash of killing intent appeared in the He family patriarch's eyes.

"Old thing, who exactly are you? How did you get in?"

"Gugugu.........." He gave no reply, instead gulping down a mouthful of wine.

Seeing this, the He family patriarch's gaze turned even icier; although he didn't know who this old thing was, it was perfect—he would test his newly cultivated Blood Sect technique on him.

"Playing tricks, die, old thing."

With a furious shout, the He family patriarch lashed out with a claw, a faint blood light emanating from his fingertips.

This is the Blood Sect's renowned technique, Blood Hand.

Yet this seemingly formidable attack was dodged by Hong Zun with a sidestep, and he even stuck out his foot, tripping the He family patriarch into a dog‑eating‑shit fall.

"Patriarch."

Seeing this, the He family members shouted in concern, but the He family patriarch obviously wasn't injured; he was merely humiliated to the extreme.

He rose to his feet and glared angrily.

Can the Blood Hand he just learned endure this humiliation?

The killing intent in his eyes was utterly undisguised.

"Old thing, my divine skill is complete; can I still tolerate this humiliation? Today I will surely kill you."

Looking at the He family patriarch like that, Hong Zun's expression turned strange—Is this guy okay? Does mastering a mere Blood Hand count as divine skill?

If this were placed in the Dao Yi Sect, it would probably be a technique even dogs wouldn't bother to practice.

However, just as the He family patriarch was about to strike, a Demonic Cultivator happened to pass by, also saw Hong Zun, and immediately shouted angrily.

"Who are you? Courting death."

Immediately, this Demonic Cultivator sent out a signal, indicating that someone had infiltrated.

Striding into Yuàn zhōng, upon seeing this Demonic Cultivator, the He family patriarch also forgot about attacking and hastily performed a respectful salute.

Although this is merely an ordinary Blood Sect disciple, in the He family patriarch's eyes he remains someone he dare not offend.

After all, if you're going to be a dog, you must have the appearance of a dog.

"Sir, this villain has already been surrounded by my He family; as soon as you give the order, I will immediately capture him."

"Huh????"

Upon hearing the He family patriarch's words, Hong Zun blinked slightly, "What the hell, when did I get surrounded by you?"

Even if he wants to claim credit, he can't be this shameless; just now, who was still performing that dog‑eating‑shit act?

The He family patriarch's remark was already outrageous, but that Demonic Cultivator, upon hearing it, was even more outrageous—having no suspicion at all, he instead nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done."

"Well done my ass; you believe whatever he says?"

Utterly bewildered to find himself surrounded, Hong Zun wore a puzzled expression; just then, that Demonic Cultivator opened his mouth to ask.

"Old man, who are you, and how did you get in? Come clean."

"Heh," he looked speechlessly at the Demonic Cultivator, "Do you really think this old man is surrounded by these misshapen melons and split dates?"

"In other words, isn't it possible that it's actually you all who are surrounded by this old man?"

However, before Hong Zun could speak, more and more demonic cultivators rushed over; seeing the situation, this demonic cultivator proactively explained.

Shī xiōng, this old fool doesn't know how he got in, but he's already been controlled by the He family; I'm interrogating him.

Seeing this demonic cultivator speak up, the He family patriarch beside him wore an even more fawning expression.

This is what the He family ought to do, sir, you overpraise.

From their conversation, Hong Zun seemed to have indeed been captured, awaiting judgment by these demonic cultivators, yet these fellows were all overconfident, without a shred of doubt.

The demonic cultivators who kept arriving all nodded in satisfaction.

Not bad, this time the He family has merit; there will be rewards later.

Let's deal with this old man first; I see no need to question him, just kill him outright.

A worthless old fool, his flesh isn't very nutritious; why not award him to the He family patriarch? He hasn't been practicing Xiūliàn Blood Hand lately, has he?

Thank you, sir, for the reward.

No need, my Blood Sect is like that—merit must be rewarded.

Having already damn talked about rewards, Hong Zun's mouth twitched—you really don't put this old man in your eyes, do you?

The last person who was this confident was the old Dragon King, but he was a Demon King-level existence—having some confidence is normal, but damn, what are you guys, some scallions?

With just a few words, you've figured out this old man's arrangements?

Hah, I can't say anything more; I never imagined that one day, he, Jiujian Hong Zun, would actually be treated as a reward to be arranged by a bunch of petty demonic cultivators.