The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Meng Wan glanced at Yuan Wu and nodded with satisfaction.

These quasi-saints are all very good. It has not been long since we last saw them, but they have already improved their cultivation to the third level of foundation building.

Although mosquito legs are small, they are still meat.

Just save it for now, and you can harvest it again in the future.

Yuan Wu felt that the way Meng Wan looked at him made him a little uneasy.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and said with a shameless face, "Senior sister, I offended you before because I was ignorant. I hope you can forgive me and don't hold it against me."

Seeing this scene, Yuechan, Duan Qianxiao and Yu Qi's eyelids twitched.

Before, a few people just suspected that they might have fallen into Meng Wan's hands.

Now seeing Yuan Wu's attitude towards Meng Wan, what else is there to not understand?

The three of them did not dare to be negligent and quickly followed suit, keeping a low profile, fearing that they would be a step late and upset Meng Wan.

"Sister Meng, please forgive me if I was inconsiderate before!"

"Yes, yes, Senior Sister may need us in the future, but you can always tell me."

"We promise to obey Senior Sister's orders and have no other intentions!"

Qing Ling watched coldly, and felt even more wary of Meng Wan.

This Meng Wan, although she looks quiet, her methods are truly extraordinary!

Even Yuanwu, a veteran, suffered such a big setback.

Qing Ling calmly took a half step back and quietly distanced herself from Meng Wan.

A playful smile appeared on Meng Wan's lips, and she waved her hand casually with a lazy tone.

"It is a great honor to admit your mistakes and improve upon them. Why are you all so polite? I'm not used to it."

Her nonchalant look made everyone feel even more uneasy.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not last long and was broken by a flash of blood.

A blood shadow flashed by, and the Blood Saint Xue Wuya appeared in front of everyone.

He was dressed in a blood-stained robe, and his face was still handsome, but it faintly revealed a cold aura that made people shudder.

"Everyone is here?"

Xue Wuya glanced at everyone with an indifferent tone, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

"How's the performance this month?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if even the air had solidified.

Everyone looked at each other, but remained silent. No one dared to take the initiative to cause this bad luck.

Xue Wuya frowned slightly, keenly aware that the atmosphere was wrong.

His eyes fell on Yuechan and he said in a deep voice, "Yuechan, you speak first."

When Yuechan's name was called, she immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and her clothes on the back were soaked.

She took a step forward, tremblingly took out an exquisite storage bag from her sleeve, and presented it with both hands.

"Son, this is my tribute to you this month."

Yuechan took a deep breath and continued, "My subordinate... two of the peaks under my name were taken away by the guys from the Ghost Dao School..."

At this point, she hastily assured, "Don't worry, Holy Son, I will definitely find a way to take the mountain back!"

After saying this, Yuechan lowered her head, not daring to look at Xue Wuya's expression.

Upon hearing this, Xue Wuya frowned, looking displeased.

However, when he glanced at the storage bag that Yuechan presented to him and felt the rich resources contained in it, his expression brightened up a little.

He glanced at Yuechan coldly, "It's fine this time, but if you do this again next time, no matter how much resources you offer, it will be useless!"

Next, it’s Duan Qianxiao’s turn.

His face turned pale, and he tremblingly took out a storage bag and presented it with both hands.

"Son, this is my gift to you this month."

He stole a glance at Xue Wuya and said cautiously, "I... I also lost two peaks..."

Xue Wuya's face darkened and his eyes fell on Duan Qianxiao like a knife, making him tremble all over.

Duan Qianxiao quickly explained: "Holy Son, you can see clearly! Those guys from the Ghost Dao School are too cunning. I fought desperately, but still..."

"After losing two peaks, you're just using these few resources to get rid of me?"

Xue Wuya interrupted Duan Qianxiao's explanation with a cold tone.

He glanced at the storage bag in front of him, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Duan Qianxiao was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and dared not even breathe.

Xue Wuya did not punish Duan Qianxiao immediately, but turned his attention to Yu Qi.

"Tell me what you have done this month."

Yu Qi stepped forward and handed over a storage bag with trembling hands.

"Holy, Holy Son, this is my tribute this month..."

His voice was trembling and he could hardly utter a complete sentence.

"Your subordinate, I have lost... three mountains..."

After Yu Qi finished speaking, he clearly felt the temperature around him drop suddenly. The air seemed to solidify and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people feel suffocated.

Xue Wu Ya laughed out of anger, "Haha, three? Very good! It seems that each of you is very capable!"

No one dared to breathe. Xuedao Liu hadn't suffered such a big loss in a long time.

Xue Wuya did not rush to deal with these people, but turned his gaze and looked at Meng Wan.

"Meng Wan, it's your turn."

Meng Wan took a step forward, her face full of reverence for the Son of God.

She took out two storage bags and handed them to Xue Wuya.

"Son, this is my gift to you this month. Please accept it."

Xue Wuya took the storage bag and checked it with his spiritual sense. The resources inside were far beyond his expectations, more than Yuechan, Duan Qianxiao, and Yu Qi combined.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Meng Wan, your filial respect is very generous."

"It's just a token of my appreciation. I just regret that I am not capable enough and can do very little for the Holy Son."

Meng Wan smiled slightly, her attitude as humble as ever.

"Those guys from the Demon Dao Clan overestimated their own capabilities and dared to invade the territory of the Blood Dao Clan. I used all my skills and finally drove them away, and defended the territory of the Blood Dao Clan."

"good."

Xue Wuya nodded with satisfaction. He was quite impressed by Meng Wan's performance.

This girl is not only strong, but also very capable.

Then, Xue Wuya looked at Qingling. "Qingling, what about yours?"

Qingling stepped forward and respectfully handed over a storage bag.

“Son, I have been helping Yuechan and the others resist foreign enemies this month, so I really don’t have time to capture territory.

Please don't despise this little tribute, Holy Son."

Xue Wuya took the storage bag and checked it with his spiritual sense. Although the resources inside were less than Meng Wan’s, they were still abundant enough.

He nodded, "You did pretty well."

Finally, Xue Wuya's gaze fell on Yuan Wu, but the smile in his eyes was gone, instead there was a hint of sinister coldness.

"Yuanwu, how come your cultivation has dropped so much?"

Yuan Wu's face was pale and his lips were trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and knelt down with a plop.

"I am incompetent, please punish me, Holy Son..."