The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

At the banquet, Master Huang specifically mentioned what happened just now.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone started talking about these things.

Because of the withholding of medicines, many demon cultivators were dissatisfied.

Everyone's methods of coping are also different.

He is as powerful as Mr. Huang.

Some were killed on the spot with thunderous means.

There are also gentler and softer treatments.

But no matter how they deal with it, these lower-level Jindan and even Yuanying demon cultivators can only swallow this bad breath.

Because they have no way of reporting it.

This huge network of relationships is airtight, and any news that spreads would be self-defeating.

As for wanting to leapfrog the hierarchy and go to the top level demon to file a complaint.

Then you have to be qualified to see him.

Even if we really go to the top demon, which one of the guys on this network is not from the ten clans? It's too easy to settle this little thing.

So when these things came to their mouth, they were nothing more than jokes at the wine table.

After the report failed, the five Broken Arm Demon Cultivators left the Junzheng Mansion with despair.

Several people looked at the splendid and majestic Junzheng Mansion with chills in their hearts, their eyes filled with sadness, anger and confusion.

For their race, it is difficult for them to enter the list of hundreds of races, let alone the ten races.

In order to give some credit to the race in exchange for training resources and territory.

A total of more than ten of them left their hometown and came to the battlefield, but now only five of them are left, and in the end they only received this kind of treatment.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come here in the first place."

The broken-arm demon cultivator smiled bitterly.

Several other demon cultivators opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

"That's all, let's go back. We have no choice at this point. If we run away from the battle, we will endanger our family even if we die."

The broken-arm demon cultivator sighed and called a few companions to leave.

After everyone left the city in silence, one of the demon cultivators suddenly whispered.

"They are unkind to us, so why should we fight so hard? It's not worth it for such a small amount of credit. In my opinion, we can just hang out as long as we can, and we won't risk our lives."

"As it should be."

"Hmph, who likes to do his best?"

Several other demon cultivators also had the same attitude.

As long as it's not a life-threatening task, it can be postponed for a while.

After everyone discussed it, they returned to the resting place on the front line and began to heal their injuries.

After two days passed, everyone was almost recovered, and frontline tasks were arranged.

"Kill two Class-A machine beasts?"

After seeing the order passed down, all five of them had gloomy expressions, and the one with the highest cultivation level among them was only at the early stage of the Golden Core.

The machine beast is one of the human monks' trump cards against them. Not to mention it is extremely difficult to deal with, and its strength is comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul.

Just five people joining forces to deal with one end is enough, let alone two ends.

"This must be a mission deliberately arranged by Master Huang. He wants us to die. This damn fat guy is so damn cheap. Why doesn't he come and deal with these two Grade A machine beasts?"

The broken-arm demon cultivator was so angry that he was trembling with anger. Is this more than just bullying? To put it simply, it's just too much bullying.

"Disobeying orders means death, and leaving means death. Let's just do what we promised before. The worst we can do is get injured and come back."

Another demon cultivator sneered, scorning this so-called military order.

After a few people made an agreement, they took a short rest before setting off on the battlefield.

In the area they were responsible for, two Baizhang mechanism beasts whose strength was comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul were killing people.

The two machine beasts are shaped like tigers, but have dozens of long arms. Those demon cultivators below the golden elixir level will almost die if they touch them.

After seeing these two Class A machine beasts killing wantonly on the battlefield.

The five demon cultivators looked at each other.

With a tacit understanding, he rushed forward and started fighting with one of the machine beasts.

The two sides fought for about half an hour, and finally escaped at the cost of five people being seriously injured.

After returning to the camp, the pale five people quickly sat on the ground to heal themselves.

They had just sat down for a moment.

A figure walked up to them.

Before the five of them had time to look up, a terrifying pressure already made them unable to lift their heads.

"On the battlefield just now, the five of you could clearly get rid of the machine beast by working together, so why did you deliberately let go of the water and get injured? If you are afraid of death, I will send you down now."

Standing in front of the five people was a young demon cultivator.

The young demon cultivator has a cold appearance and is not good-looking, but his cold temperament is somewhat similar to that of Gui Yue.

In terms of identity and strength, the two are equally matched.

The five people's faces turned pale after hearing the voice, and the leading monk with a severed arm said tremblingly.

"It's because we didn't cooperate well enough that we missed. When we finish healing, we will definitely kill that machine beast."

"Do you think I am a fool?"

The young demon cultivator shouted lowly, and the oppressive feeling became more and more suffocating.

The five demon cultivators have begun to bleed from their seven orifices, and their physical bodies will collapse.

Just when he was about to die, one of the demon cultivators couldn't bear it and suddenly spoke angrily.

"Yes, we are just being cowardly on purpose. Even the life-saving medicine you handed out is defective. Why should we fight for this damn Yinminghai?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coercion on his body completely disappeared.

The young demon cultivator raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean? There is something wrong with the medicine that was handed out?"

"Don't act stupid. You big monsters are all in the same group. You just want to kill people and silence them. Come on, come on."

The demon cultivator with a broken arm also took the risk and stretched out his neck to signal the opponent to kill him.

"I really don't know who I am with. I will give you three sentences to explain clearly. You can decide for yourself whether you live or die."

The young demon cultivator reached out and patted the robe on his body. The original white robe instantly turned into bright red, adding a bit of chilling aura to the young demon cultivator.

The five demon cultivators looked at each other and explained the matter carefully.

"This is the Underworld Flower we received. Part of it has been destroyed, and these are the rest."

After the explanation, several demon cultivators took out the remaining Underworld Flowers.

"I understand, Master Huang, right? I will go to him to talk about this matter. If it is true as you said, I will seek justice for you. If not, you can make up your own mind."

"I will never tell a lie. If I tell a lie, I won't be reincarnated after death."

The young demon cultivator said nothing, but the robe on his body became increasingly bright red.

However, he did not rush to find Master Huang. Instead, he went to ask other Jindan demon cultivators for a few questions.

Most of these golden elixir demon cultivators said that this was not the case, and they were worried that they were playing a double act. If they admitted it, they might get good results.

But there are always a few tough guys who dare to expose things.

After collecting enough evidence, the young demon cultivator who gave himself the Taoist name Wu Nian instead of giving Ken a name went to find Master Huang.

At this time, Mr. Huang was writing something with a pen in his right hand, and he was rapidly calculating with his left hand, calculating how much of the next batch of supplies could be produced and resold.

After tasting the sweetness, he couldn't wait to make a fortune.

It would be best to have this kind of event every hundred years of war.

After Wu Nian rushed over, Master Huang quickly put down his pen and stood up.

"Commander Wu Nian is here in person. I hope you will forgive me for being a little distant."

"Don't follow me through the red tape of human monks."

Wu Nian's face turned cold and he said, "Did you secretly deduct military pay and replace the century-old Hades Sea Flower sent down there with a fifty-year-old one?"

Master Huang had a kind smile on his face and said in a calm tone.

"Commander Wu Nian, are you here for this matter? Recently, there have indeed been a few little demons spewing feces all over their mouths, and they have put a bucket of feces on my head, Huang."

"But I, Huang, have always been bold and never lied. I even took the initiative to take them to Lord Junzheng to investigate the matter, which proved my innocence."

"By the way, the centuries-old Underworld Flower was not allowed to be circulated on the market. It is required that sufficient supplies from all years be mobilized as war supplies."

"But recently, there are often hundreds of years of underworld flowers circulating in the market. I guess it's probably those little demons who are deliberately reselling them in order to get more spiritual stones. Commander Wu Nian, don't be fooled by them."

Wu Nian listened expressionlessly to Anchor Huang's explanation and then stared at him and asked.

"Huang Sanlang, are you sure you have spoken to Master Junzheng and he agrees that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"If Commander Wu Nian doesn't believe it, you can ask Lord Junzheng."

"I think you'd better come with me."

Wu Nian reached out and grabbed Huang Sanlang, lifted him up from the air and left the military tent.

"Commander Wu Nian, I have important matters to attend to, so I can't accompany you. Can you let me down?"

After being mentioned, Huang Sanlang's face became a little more angry.

"What if I say no?"

Wu Nian looked at Huang Sanlang coldly. He knew that those Jindan cultivators would not dare to lie about this kind of thing.

This matter is probably inseparable from Huang Sanlang!

"Commander Wu Nian, although you and I are both under the command of the Dizi Zhang, you are responsible for the Killing Camp after all. I am not your subordinate, and you have no right to take me away at will."

Huang Sanlang said in a tough tone.

Wu Nian also didn't expect that this weakling would dare to be so stubborn with him.

He stared at Huang Sanlang meaningfully and then put Huang Sanlang down and said.

"If I find out anything, just wait for your soul to be extracted and refined."

After saying that, he quickly went to find Mr. Junzheng to investigate the situation.

Huang Sanlang stayed where he was with a gloomy face, and after Wu Nian walked away, he spat.

"You are so self-proclaimed, are you investigating me? I want to see who is unlucky."

PS: Chapter 1 and a half, the cold winter is coming to an end, spring is coming soon, and some people will also usher in their own love, such as Taoist friend Chu Nianchi