A batch of good goods?

Shen Sanruo looked up at the huge hemispherical building, her gaze growing increasingly cold.

How many elites in the cultivation world have fallen victim to their wickedness?

Over the years, the demonic cultivators have been confined to the Misty Abyss by agreement, preventing the radicals from taking action against those outside.

The cultivators who created the blood pools were mostly from the chaotic period ten thousand years ago.

These radicals aren't much better than those heretical practitioners.

Following the demonic cultivator, she entered the interior of the building.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still stunned by the sight before her.

The pungent, sticky smell of blood made it difficult for her to breathe.

The snake woman in her sea of ​​consciousness let out a low gasp of shock, "My God..."

Shen Sanruo only realized now that it wasn't a hemisphere, but a complete sphere.

The other half of the sphere is underground, which is the so-called blood pool.

Everywhere you look, there is a striking red.

That enormous, lake-like place was actually a pool of blood.

She thought that only part of it was a pool of blood, but she didn't expect that apart from the one-meter-wide path around it, the rest was all pools of blood.

This is why radicals are so powerful.

She couldn't imagine how many people's flesh and blood had made up such a huge pool of blood.

A chill ran through her churning stomach, almost making her vomit.

What's disgusting isn't the flesh and blood, but the demonic cultivators who created and used this blood pool.

The demonic cultivators continued their self-introduction with an air of pride, as if they were displaying their treasures and spoils of war.

Upon seeing the pool of blood, his eyes gleamed with fervor and excitement.

"Only some high-level demonic cultivators can use the Blood Pool, but occasionally ordinary demonic cultivators like us can use it as well. This is all arranged by Chief Shi Mu."

The demonic cultivator spoke with gratitude, thanking Shi Mu for giving them this opportunity to use it.

"So, every radical has used this blood pool?" She suppressed her nausea and asked calmly.

“Yes.” The demonic cultivator nodded in response.

A cold glint flashed in Shen Sangruo's eyes. Everyone who had used this blood pool deserved to die.

Her original purpose for this trip was simply to investigate clues, but now she has developed the idea of ​​wiping out the radicals.

The demonic cultivators were completely unaware of this, saying, "But all we can do is improve our cultivation level."

"It is said that if used for a long time, it can also prolong life and maintain a youthful state."

Essentially, it is the life force of the flesh and blood in the blood pool that is being drained.

Shen Sangruo also understood why Shi Mu, Shang Qing, and Shi Yi, these remnants of the ancient times, had been able to survive until now.

They all live longer by stepping on other people's lives.

"Lord Demon, you should go soak in the blood pool. You've just been resurrected and need to replenish yourself."

Shen Sanruo coldly swept her gaze over, her eyes flashing with icy light. "Since when did it become your place to be the master of this Demon Lord?"

Such a gaze made the demonic cultivator tremble, and he hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, this subordinate was confused, please forgive me, Demon Lord."

After sending the man away to receive his punishment, she felt a little better.

She also instructed the others to leave the blood pool, leaving her alone.

She silently walked around the blood pool.

Those cultivators fought to protect the cultivation world, and after they died in battle, their flesh and blood were used to make blood pools.

Finally returning to the starting point, she bent down, took out a glass bottle from her Qiankun bag, and took out a bottle of viscous red liquid from the blood pool.

She had made up her mind to destroy this pool of blood.

Taking this bottle of flesh and blood is equivalent to taking away the cultivators who perished within it, allowing them to leave the Misty Abyss and return to their rightful place.

She would take this glass bottle to the Temple of All Souls to offer as a tribute and comfort to their departed spirits.

Shen Sanruo bowed to the blood pool, and when she stood up, her eyes were fierce. Then she turned and left.

The next time she comes here, it will be the day she destroys the blood pool.

The next day, under the pretext of continuing her undercover work within the conservative faction, she had Ishigami and Wan Quan send her back to the conservative faction.

To be precise, it is located at the border between the two factions.

They even laid a trap on her, making her appear covered in blood and tortured beyond recognition.

Leaving behind a few arrogant words to complete the charade, the two then departed.

Upon hearing the news, Fairy Qingluan immediately came to fetch the person.

Even though their wounds hadn't healed, Shang Qing and Shi Yi, as undercover agents, had to come and cooperate with her to prevent her from being exposed.

Ten Wings went on to hurl insults at the radicals for a long time, saying that they were far too disrespectful to the conservatives.

To Shen Sanruo's surprise, Linghu Min also came.

Upon seeing her injuries, he was visibly startled and quickly took her back to her original residence.

"These radicals are too outrageous! They blatantly kidnapped our conservatives and injured them like this!" Ten Wings cursed. "They're a bunch of bastards!"

The harsher the criticism, the more they can absolve themselves of any connection with radicals.

Of course, some of it was genuine emotion; after all, they hit him so hard, and he's still in pain.

Linghu Min remained silent. After arriving at the courtyard, he only allowed Shang Qing and Shi Yi to leave.

The two hesitated for a moment, but after Shen Sanruo gave them a look, they felt relieved and left.

After confirming that the two had left, and seeing her injuries, Linghu Min decided to speak.

He thought that at least she wouldn't get hurt.

The next moment, Shen Sanruo directly removed the illusion spell on her body, and Linghu Min stopped speaking abruptly.

In the end, he only managed to say one sentence subconsciously, "You..."

Shi Muwanquan had put a lot of effort into this illusion, and even Linghu Min couldn't see through it.

"It's a smokescreen used by Shi Mu and his gang to make you believe that I was really tortured by them."

Her directness indicated that she had a connection with Shi Mu and his group, and that this connection was quite close.

She noticed the surprise in Linghu Min's expression, as if he hadn't expected her to be so blunt.

She explained, "I didn't hide anything and spoke about this directly because I didn't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings with Chief Linghu, and I also wanted Chief Linghu to trust me."

"As I said before, give me ten days and I will tell Chief Linghu everything."

"Now can you tell me?" Linghu Min asked, glancing at him.

Her relationship with radicals, and her purpose in joining them.

“Alright, I’ll come clean. Actually, I am the Demon Lord Ya Lan…” Chen Sangruo said slowly.

Linghu Min: !!!

He subconsciously gathered demonic energy in his hands, and then heard her words take a different turn.

"To be precise, they thought I was the Demon Lord Ya Lan, but I was just an ordinary cultivator."

Linghu Min almost choked on his breath, and after a long pause, he managed to choke out a sentence:

"Can you please stop only saying half of what you mean in the future?"

He almost thought the leader of the radical faction had stormed his house and was about to strike first.