Following the leader's orders, the Blood Shadow Cult began its operations, with everyone from the elders to the disciples taking action.

There is only one objective: to obtain information about the mysterious figure, Bai Xiaosheng, who suddenly appeared and eliminated the Grand Elder.

Then, it would be best to pinpoint this guy's location, so the cult leader can personally come and kill this damned fellow.

However, they were unaware that while they were discussing their plans, Bai Xiaosheng and Han Feiyu had already infiltrated the group.

Moreover, he replaced He Wenwu, one of the elders whose status was second only to the leader.

This situation is simply a huge joke, the kind that makes the other parties involved unable to laugh.

The process is actually quite simple.

Han Feiyu, posing as the all-knowing scholar, finished a storytelling session for the Grand Elder, and various factions of the Blood Shadow Sect gathered at the headquarters.

Because he had the First Elder's memories to refer to, he knew the Third Elder's route to the main altar.

They launched a sneak attack on the only route and successfully replaced the unfortunate man.

What? You're asking why it's another sneak attack?

His ability is perfect for sneak attacks, isn't it? It would be a waste not to use such a good method.

Now, as the Third Elder, he was walking back with the Fifth Elder.

Along the way, the five elders were a little uneasy. The eldest elder had been poisoned by Bai Xiaosheng. Would they also lose their lives?

Otherwise, the leader could simply set up his own task and let his disciples gather intelligence while he secretly slacks off.

"Fifth Brother, what are you thinking? The leader is furious right now. Aren't you afraid he'll use you as a training partner in his anger?"

"Uh, it shouldn't be that bad, right?"

Han Feiyu's words greatly diminished the Fifth Elder's urge to slack off.

I was visibly disappointed; I couldn't slack off anymore, oh no.

"By the way, Fifth Brother, I've been having some good luck lately, I've gotten my hands on some good stuff, do you want to take a look?"

"Good stuff, could it be some kind of talent captured for training?"

Their Blood Shadow Cult's techniques can accelerate a martial artist's cultivation progress by absorbing blood.

Human blood is the best because it is purer and more similar to their own blood.

In their eyes, those outside the Blood Shadow Cult were not ordinary people; they were all their talents.

"He's not a talent, but he's more interesting than a talent. You'll see when you come over."

"Really? Brother He, what you've said has really piqued my curiosity. I have to take a closer look."

As we all know, once curiosity arises, it is very difficult to eliminate.

So, with thoughts like "I'm free anyway," "I'm already here," and "Let me see what good stuff is here," the Fifth Elder followed Han Feiyu to the room prepared for the elders at the main altar.

"Creak..."

"Oh my, your disciples are here too. Judging from their cultivation levels, they've clearly been working hard lately."

Brother He, is this the treasure you managed to get your hands on, the thing inside this box?

The first thing the Fifth Elder saw when he entered was the three disciples who originally belonged to the Third Elder.

They just stood there expressionless, heads down, seemingly lost in thought.

On the table in the middle, there was a black box that looked anything but simple.

"Yes, I'll keep you in suspense about what's inside for now. Come on, have some tea."

Han Feiyu was very skilled and enthusiastic in inviting the Fifth Elder to drink tea; he had repeated this step countless times recently.

"Tea? Let me try it... Slurp... No, wait!"

Because of his own lack of strength, he had studied poison techniques. The moment the tea entered his stomach, the Fifth Elder sensed something was wrong.

He turned to look at Han Feiyu beside him, only to find a familiar figure who had appeared there at some point.

"Elder? You're not dead?"

The Fifth Elder stood up, looked at the crowd that had surrounded him, and began to doubt everything.

Could it be that some elders were plotting a rebellion behind the scenes, and deliberately set up a scheme to eliminate the elders who were loyal to the leader?

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead; the scene before him had left him drenched in sweat.

"No, he's dead, or rather, we're all dead."