Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 14 The Terrifying Old Demon

Shen Qing quickly followed; it was already broad daylight outside.

The gray mist halfway up the mountain in the distance had mostly dissipated, and Zhao Ling's cave dwelling could be seen clearly.

The two walked to the edge of the spirit field, squatted down, and pretended to be inspecting the blood spirit grass.

No one spoke.

Two hours later, the sun was high in the sky.

Zhao Ling is here again.

Dressed in black with a short sword at her waist, she stood by the spirit field and glanced at Li Tianran and Shen Qing.

"All packed up?"

Li Tianran stood up and bowed his head.

"Reporting to Senior Sister Zhao, everything is ready."

Zhao Ling didn't look at him, but stared at Shen Qing.

"Where is she?"

"obedient."

Zhao Ling nodded and turned to walk up the mountain.

"Keep up, Master is waiting in the square."

Li Tianran and Shen Qing exchanged a glance and followed.

The mountain path was narrow, and the bushes on both sides rustled against the clothes.

Zhao Ling has long legs and a long stride.

Li Tianran followed behind, with Shen Qing walking beside him; neither of them spoke.

After walking for about 15 minutes, the view suddenly opened up before us.

At the top of the mountain, there is a flat area paved with bluestone slabs, with four stone pillars standing at the four corners, and twisted blood-red patterns carved on the pillars.

The square isn't large, but standing here, you can overlook the entire Blood Spirit Sect.

The spirit field, the woodshed, and the disciples' cave dwellings were all within view.

The square was deserted, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

The wind blew from the mountaintop, cool and carrying a bloody smell.

Li Tianran secretly glanced at the ground in the middle of the square.

There are dark red marks on the bluestone slab, seeping into the stone.

There were many marks, layer upon layer, as if they had been splashed on.

He looked away and lowered his head.

After waiting for about half an hour, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

The footsteps were disordered and heavy, like livestock being driven.

Li Tianran glanced down the mountain out of the corner of his eye.

A group of ragged people, strung together by ropes, staggered up the mountain.

There were men and women, young and old, more than twenty people.

Their eyes were all numb, and there were knife scars on their wrists.

A bunch of blood slaves!

From behind the crowd, a woman in a black robe walked slowly forward.

She was short and thin, her black robe trailing on the ground, like a moving shadow.

His face was deeply wrinkled, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were grayish-white, like a dead person.

His lips were slightly downturned, and he had no expression.

Master Han.

One of the three great deacons of the Blood Spirit Sect, mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

Li Tianran had only seen her once from afar three years ago.

That time she slaughtered his village and took him up the mountain.

He only remembered her back view, her black robe fluttering in the wind like a giant bat.

She was now standing in the middle of the square, less than ten feet away from him.

Li Tianran lowered his head, not daring to look at her, but his peripheral vision kept capturing her movements.

Master Han glanced at the people in the square, his gray-white eyes darting around.

Zhao Ling lowered her head.

"Disciple greets Master."

"I came back this time to refine a blood puppet at the early stage of Foundation Establishment."

Her voice was flat, as if she were talking about something ordinary.

"With this, I will be confident in the competition for the vice sect leader a year from now."

Zhao Ling bowed her head: "Master is wise."

Master Han continued.

"To refine a Foundation Establishment Blood Puppet, you need three hundred level-one Blood Spirit Grasses and ten level-two Blood Spirit Grasses. How many are currently in the spirit field?"

Zhao Ling's voice was a little strained.

"Reporting to Master, there are 260 first-level Blood Spirit Grass plants, and only 7 second-level ones."

"Not enough." Master Han's voice turned cold.

Zhao Ling lowered her head even further.

Master Han did not look at her again.

She turned and looked at the group of blood slaves being driven up.

"Come."

She waved her hand, and the group of blood slaves moved uncontrollably to the middle of the square.

The blood slaves knelt on the ground, heads bowed, trembling all over.

Master Han took out a small black bottle from his sleeve and unscrewed the cap.

A foul, fishy smell filled the air, making Li Tianran's stomach churn, but he managed to hold back from vomiting.

The blood slaves began to scream.

Some people kowtowed, while others crawled backward, only to be kicked back by her.

Master Han poured the liquid from the bottle onto the ground.

The black liquid seeped into the cracks of the bluestone slabs, spreading outwards as if it were alive.

She squatted down, placed her hands on the ground, and muttered something.

The sound was low and deep, as if it came from underground.

The bluestone slabs began to vibrate.

The stone slabs beneath the blood slaves' feet cracked, and countless black vines emerged, wrapping around their ankles, calves, thighs, and waists.

The vines tightened their grip, digging into the flesh, causing blood to seep out and be absorbed by the vines.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Li Tianran lowered his head, his fingers clenched tightly inside his sleeve.

Shen Qing stood beside him, her face pale and her lips trembling.

After a while.

Blood flowed from dozens of corpses, forming a stream that flowed down the cracks in the stone slabs, eventually accumulating into a small pool in the corner of the square.

Dark red, steaming, with a pungent, fishy stench.

The vines piled the remaining flesh and bones together, forming a small mountain. The flesh was rotten, the bones were broken, and it was impossible to tell them apart.

Master Han stood up and patted the minced meat off his hands.

She looked at Zhao Ling and pointed to the pool of blood and the pile of bones and flesh.

"Use these to water the Blood Spirit Grass, dilute the blood with water and bury the flesh and bones in the soil."

Within a month, I want to see 300 first-grade plants and 10 second-grade plants.

Zhao Ling: "Yes, Master."

Master Han nodded. For her, killing dozens of people was as easy as eating and drinking.

Her gaze suddenly fell on Li Tianran.

The grayish-white eyes stared at him for a long time.

Li Tianran felt as if his heart was being squeezed.

He lowered his head, afraid to move or breathe.

"you."

Master Han's voice was very flat, like a knife scraping through bone.

"That unfinished puppet."

Li Tianran's body stiffened.

"You're not dead yet?" Her voice held a hint of surprise.

Li Tianran gritted his teeth and forced out a sound from his throat.

"Your Excellency, I...I am still alive."

Master Han paused, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or something else.

"Interesting. Perform well, and you might become my disciple in the future."

Li Tianran was stunned.

To become her disciple?

A sense of absurdity welled up inside him, without a trace of joy.

But he dared not show any unusual behavior and could only lower his head.

"Yes...yes, I will definitely do my best."

Master Han then withdrew his gaze.

Li Tianran's back was soaked with cold sweat.

"By the way, where is Su Yingxue?" she asked again.

Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment.

"This disciple does not know where Senior Sister is either."

Master Han frowned.

Zhao Ling lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"My senior sister left a few days ago, saying she was going down the mountain to take care of something, and she hasn't come back yet."

"work?"

Master Han's voice turned cold.

"What do you need me for?"

Zhao Ling didn't know how to answer: "Senior Sister didn't say."

Master Han stared at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and looked somewhat puzzled.

"I could feel it; her cultivation level dropped."

Upon hearing this...

Li Tianran's heart tightened suddenly.

Don't discover, don't discover, don't discover.

He silently recited it in his heart.

Simultaneously.

Master Han had already closed his eyes, his hands forming a mudra, and he was chanting something.

An invisible pressure filled the air, making it hard for Li Tianran to breathe.

Li Tianran felt his knees go weak and he wanted to kneel down.

She was pinpointing Su Yingxue's location.

Damn!

If discovered, death is certain!

Can a basin block it?

He didn't know; he could only gamble.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at Master Han's face, but his peripheral vision kept capturing her movements.

After a long while.

Master Han frowned slightly.

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, then moved away.

"Strange, not only has their cultivation level dropped, but their location can't be traced either?"

"They've probably been ambushed. Hmph, they dare to touch my men."

Master Han sneered: "Once I refine the Foundation Establishment Blood Puppet, I will definitely get to the bottom of this."

"Zhao Ling!"

"Disciple is here!"

"I need to see enough Blood Spirit Grass in a month. If you're short one, you can take your place."

Zhao Ling's voice trembled slightly.

"Master, your disciple will certainly do it."