Chapter Twenty-Five: The Blood Fiend Sect

"Hmph!" The middle-aged steward, wearing a mask, scoffed coldly and said, "That is not something I need to consider."

"You all know the consequences of failing to meet the Blood Sacrifice Sect's demands for offerings!"

With that, the middle-aged envoy stood up and swept his sleeves as he left. Several leaders of the stronghold accompanied the envoy until he was far away, then each spat in disdain.

"Bah, what nonsense!"

"Always talking about needing three hundred cultivators as sacrifices. Do they think our stronghold is filled with Foundation Establishment cultivators who can just capture cultivators at will?"

The leader of the stronghold looked quite displeased. He was extremely dissatisfied with the Blood Sacrifice Sect's demands. However, the Bone Hidden Stronghold was, after all, a subordinate of the Blood Sacrifice Sect, and the various leaders did not dare to defy it.

"Big Brother, what should we do next?"

"Where can we find two hundred cultivators to serve as offerings for the Blood Sacrifice Sect?"

The one speaking was the second-in-command of the stronghold.

"The closest place is North Wind County City, where there are countless cultivators. However, all the cultivators we have captured over the years have been wanted."

"Right now, trying to get more from North Wind County City is very difficult. One misstep, and we might be caught by the Spirit Whispering Sect of that county."

The third-in-command, holding a feather fan, also looked grim, feeling a headache coming on about how to meet the Blood Sacrifice Sect's demands.

Just as the group of stronghold leaders was in distress, several bandits ran over.

One of the shorter bandits respectfully bowed and said, "Third Commander, the group of cultivators that crossed the sea some time ago has returned with another group!"

"They all headed to the sect in the mountains not long ago."

Before the third-in-command could respond, the big leader raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? Another group has come. How many are there?"

The short bandit replied without hesitation, "I estimate there are over a thousand people!"

"So many!"

All the bandit leaders were momentarily taken aback.

"What are their levels? Are there any particularly high-level cultivators among them?"

As he asked this, the big leader felt a bit anxious; suddenly having a group of unfamiliar cultivators as neighbors made him uneasy, worried about the next moment turning against them.

"Except for the leading female cultivator who is at the Golden Core level, the rest are Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement cultivators!"

The short bandit answered without thinking.

In the next moment, they exchanged glances, their expressions filled with meaningful significance.