The demon cultivator braced himself and insisted, "There’s no other explanation."
The Song family practices the orthodox Sever Gold Sword Control Jue.
The Song family has always been at odds with the Jin family.
The Song family understands the Jin family best.
And except for the Jin family disciples, only the Song family disciples could wield such powerful Sword Control techniques.
"I suspect..." Blood spilled from the demon cultivator’s mouth as he grimly said, "Some of our plans have been seen through by the Song family. They’re likely plotting to use other sects as pawns to bring down the Jin family, clearing the path for the Song family to rise..."
The black-clad man remained silent, but the surging murderous intent radiating from his body grew increasingly intense.
A chilling, bloodthirsty demonic power swirled around him like a coiled serpent, threatening to break through the skies.
Fortunately, the black-clad man forcibly suppressed the violent fury in his heart.
A moment later, the killing intent subsided.
The black-clad man’s aura settled, becoming deep and obscured like a mountain.
"I understand..."
He said faintly.
After this, he glanced at the demon cultivator again and asked in a somber tone, "Where is the arm you lost?"
The demon cultivator groaned in pain. "It was shredded by the Sword Qi, turned into nothing but a mist of blood..."
The black-clad man nodded slightly. "That’s good."
He looked at the demon cultivator again and tossed him a bright red blood-flesh healing pill. "Take it."
The demon cultivator’s face lit up with joy. He immediately swallowed the pill and gratefully said:
"Thank you, Boss!"
The black-clad man replied with a soft "Hmm," before speaking indifferently, "Heal your wounds quickly, and don’t forget your mission. Mr. Tu said the plan has been moved up; you need to act faster."
"Yes!" The demon cultivator bowed his head in acknowledgment.
After consuming the pill, a surge of blood Qi roared within his body, rapidly restoring his injuries and regenerating his flesh.
Though this method of forcibly healing through a blood-flesh pill would leave lingering side effects, consuming more blood-rich supplements in the future could slowly counteract them. At least this was preferable to dying now.
The black-clad man said, "Follow me back to the valley."
The demon cultivator followed dutifully.
After walking a few steps, the black-clad man suddenly halted, turning to look toward the direction outside Refining Demon Mountain, coldly snorting to himself:
"Rushing Void Sect, the Song family..."
"Daring to sabotage my grand plan — one day, I’ll make you all pay the price!"
The black-clad man sneered, the sound chilling, before turning away and leading the demon cultivator into the bloodiest, darkest shadows of the dense forest...