As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Hundreds of miles away from this barren mountain, in a dark cave, a middle-aged man meditating cross-legged opened his red eyes from his meditation.

He took out a slightly warm Thousand Miles Telephone Note from his storage bag.

The man in the middle exclaimed: "This is Geng'er's message."

As soon as he thought about it, Luo Rengeng's voice came out from the telegraph.

"Father, I was besieged by two monks in a barren mountain dozens of miles away from the peach blossom forest. All four slaves have been strangled by the besiegers, ah!"

In the transmission note, a scream was heard at the end, and then no more sound came.

"Damn it! Who killed my son and prevented me from building the foundation?"

In the cave, the middle-aged man roared one after another. This man was Luo Rengeng's father, named Luo Yinhu, an evil cultivator who had perfected the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

He didn't care about his son's life or death at all, but wanted to wait until Luo Ren broke through the tenth level of Qi refining to use him as a medicine guide so that he could break through the foundation building stage.

Luo Yinhu walked out of the cave angrily, sacrificed a skull-foot-long magical weapon, turned into a ball of black energy, and rushed towards the barren mountain as fast as he could.

Luo Yinhu said with a ferocious face: "If you block my path, I will peel off your skin if I catch you, and extract your soul and refine your soul."

Fang Han, who was riding the flying sword and rushing back to his sect, suddenly sneezed.

Half an hour later, a cloud of darkness descended on the barren mountain, and a middle-aged man appeared. This man was none other than Luo Yinhu who had arrived.

He glanced around and soon discovered six corpses on the ground, including his son's headless body, but their storage bags were missing.

Luo Yinhu looked at his son's headless body and cursed:

"With your cultivation level of the seventh level of waste gas refining, you know how to cause trouble every day. If you weren't still useful, I would have slapped you to death for wasting so many of my resources."

His consciousness swept around, but no one was found. Luo Yinhu chanted the spell, and suddenly six blood-red tentacles grew out of his body and inserted directly into the six corpses.

These six corpses shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and soon turned into six mummies. If others saw Luo Yinhu now, they would be shocked.

On the other side, Fang Han had returned to his own small courtyard of the sect. Hearing the commotion, three servants in the courtyard came out to pay homage to Fang Han. After Fang Han sent away the two male slaves, he asked Shangguan Yun to follow him. He walked into the room.

After entering the room, Fang Han set up a soundproofing ban, intending to vent the evil fire in his heart. Soon, Shangguan Yun's rapid breathing could be heard in the room. If it weren't for the soundproofing ban, the sound would have been heard.

Early the next morning, Shangguan Yun lay in Fang Han's arms and drew circles on Fang Han's chest with his index finger.

Shangguan Yun's face turned red and he said to Fang Han: "Master, can you let me be your concubine?"

Fang Han glanced sideways at Shangguan Yun and said coldly: "Are you worthy?!"

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yun's face was full of disappointment, and at this moment Fang Han's voice came over.

"Although I can't let you be my concubine, I can let you be my maid."

Shangguan Yun became happy again after hearing Fang Han's words. Even Fang Han's maid had a completely different identity from the previous handyman slave.

Suddenly, Fang Han's storage bag started to vibrate. When he scanned it with his consciousness, he found that it was his identity token that was vibrating. As soon as he thought about it, the identity token appeared in his hand, and he knew the contents with a little sensing.

It turns out that the sect issued a mandatory mission. In the Yin Demon Sect, the inner disciples will have a mandatory sect mission every year. As long as they are not in retreat or traveling, they must accept it.

Otherwise, law enforcement disciples will come to deprive you of your cultivation, and take you to the Lingshi Mine to work as a slave. Until you die, you will have to spend your whole life in the mine. This is the style of the Demon Sect.

This time Fang Han's sect compulsory mission was to guard the Lingshi Mine for half a year. This time, a total of five people, including Fang Han, went there.

After learning about this, Fang Han's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears.

"Hmph! This kind of mission is long and dangerous, and there is no money to be made. It is always assigned to fringe disciples of the sect like me."

Fang Han sighed again.

Everything is about strength. If I had the foundation-building level, would they dare to do this to me?

Fang Han took out 20 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones and a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill from his storage bag, and handed them to Shangguan Yun in his arms.

"Take these resources and practice well. When I am not around, you will manage my cave."

Shangguan Yun's face flushed with excitement when he saw the spirit stones and elixirs. The sect would not give any cultivation resources to handyman slaves like them.

"This slave will definitely practice well and help the master take care of everything in the cave."

In the Yin Mo Sect's inner gate square, there were four disciples there, sighing and talking.

"Senior Brother Lin Cheng, you said that every year, our sect either arranges for us to guard the spiritual mines, or arranges to plant elixirs. Such long-term tasks do not leave any time for cultivation."

"Furthermore, when guarding the Lingshi Mine, you will often encounter low-level monsters appearing in the Lingshi Mine to attack and kill the miner slaves. If the output is not enough, the guarding monks will go to the mine to dig for Lingshi."

When asked, the man's name was Chen Antang, who had the fifth level of Qi refining. His face was ugly, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied with this mission.

"Junior Brother Chen Andang, you don't have to carry out this mission."

Lin Cheng looked at him with a sneer.

Chen Antang laughed dryly.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go."

At this moment, Fang Han came to the square and saw four disciples talking.

"This should be the disciple who went with me to guard the spirit stone mine this time."

Fang Han did not go up to talk to them, but found a place and quietly waited for the sect's foundation-building master uncle to take him to the mission location.

After burning a stick of incense, a gloomy young man exuding the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage landed in front of the five people with a flying sword.

"You five are the disciples guarding the Lingshi Mine this time?"

The five people all stood up, clasped their fists, and saluted the gloomy young man.

"Replying to my uncle, the five of us are the disciples guarding the Lingshi Mine this time."

Among them, the monk named Lin Cheng replied to the gloomy young man.

"Well, let's go then."

Then, the gloomy young man sacrificed a flying boat spiritual weapon and injected spiritual power into it. The flying boat immediately transformed into a five-foot-sized one. The gloomy young man jumped on it first, and Fang Han and other five people also jumped on the flying boat one after another.

Seeing the five people boarding the flying boat, the gloomy young man took control of the flying boat and flew away from the Yin Demon Sect.

After several hours of flying, Fang Han and his group arrived at a spiritual stone mine thousands of miles away from the sect.

After arriving at the Lingshi Mine, the gloomy young man explained to Fang Han and others, and flew back to the sect with the people who had been left behind.

After getting off the flying boat, they dispersed to look for their own caves.

"Senior brother, wait a moment."

Ahead, Fang Han, who was about to find the cave, heard someone calling him and looked back.

A monk with a greasy face ran towards him.

"It's useless for me to be a cow. I wonder what I call my senior brother?"

Fang Han said coldly: "Han below, what does Junior Brother Niu have to do with me?"

"It turns out that Senior Brother Fang has admired his name for a long time and hopes to take more care of his little brother in the future."

After saying that, Niu Wuli took out 50 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones from his storage bag and stuffed them into Fang Han. When Fang Han saw the spiritual stones coming to his door, he took them away without refusing. Don't take advantage of the bastard. .

Fang Han agreed wholeheartedly.

"Junior Brother Niu, what are you talking about? We are from the same sect and we should take care of you."

After hearing this, Niu Wuli left with satisfaction.

Every year, several of the monks who guard the spirit stone mine are killed by monsters. Fang Han has the highest cultivation here, so he wants to spend 50 yuan on low-grade spirits to buy insurance.

Fang Han looked at Niu Wuli who was leaving, but sneered in his heart, "When the time comes and there is danger, I will take care of you and get on the road first."