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

When Liu Qingqian imprinted the identity token dripping with essence and blood on the roster, Fang Han felt a little uneasy.

I always feel like something is wrong.

"Boy! Take it."

Liu Qingqian's sudden voice interrupted Fang Han, who was still thinking.

Fang Han took over the newly replaced inner disciple token from Liu Qingqian.

"You can go by yourself later. Choose a deserted courtyard at the foot of the Blood Mist Peak in the inner gate. If you have nothing to do, go out and don't disturb me here."

Liu Qingqian said coldly.

"Yes, disciple, resign immediately."

After seeing Fang Han leave, Liu Qingqian had a strange smile on his lips.

"That boy, his senses are quite sensitive! But so what if he enters the inner sect. Life and death are in the hands of the sect. He will never be able to leave the Yin Demon Sect for the rest of his life. Jiejiejie."

Fang Han, after exiting the inner gate thing hall, walked slowly towards the Blood Mist Peak.

Although I was walking, I kept thinking about where the uneasy feeling just now came from. After a long time, I still had no clue.

"Forget it, don't think so much for now, just take it one step at a time!"

Withdrawing from his thoughts, Fang Han began to look at the inner door.

Along the way, I saw many majestic palaces built on the mountain peaks. From time to time, there were deacons in the foundation building stage flying with swords in the sky.

In the inner sect, disciples are not allowed to fly with swords during the Qi Refining Period. Only those with cultivation levels above the Foundation Establishment level can ignore this rule.

"Senior Brother Zhong, how many days do you plan to go to Youmo Cave to practice this time?"

"I should go there for a month! If the spirit stone didn't allow it, I would have wanted to practice there directly to the perfection of Qi refining."

"That's right. One day of practicing there requires five low-grade spiritual stones. Not those of us, inner disciples with no background, can afford to practice."

At this moment, two inner disciples were walking towards Fang Han. The conversation between the two just now aroused Fang Han's curiosity. He walked up to the two of them and stretched out his hand to stop them.

The two of them saw someone reaching out to block the road, with a dangerous look on their faces.

"Junior brother, why did you stop me? If you don't give me an explanation, you won't want to know the result."

The man named Senior Brother Zhong looked at Fang Han with a sneer.

"Senior Brother Zhong, what is the Ghost Demon Cave you just mentioned? I am a newly promoted inner disciple and I am a little curious about it. Can you two senior brothers tell me something?"

"Boy, are you looking for death? You don't know the Youmo Cave Pass..."

At this time, ten low-grade spiritual stones appeared in Fang Han's hand. After seeing it, Senior Brother Zhong swallowed his words and stared at the spiritual stones in Fang Han's hand.

"Junior brother Fang, it was just a joke. Please don't take it to heart."

"Don't you want to know about the "Ghost Demon Cave"? Senior brother will tell you right now."

Fang Han's eyes flashed with disdain, and he looked like a dog when he saw a few spiritual stones.

Senior Brother Zhong didn't notice the change in Fang Han's expression, but said to himself.

"Youmo Cave is a treasured place for cultivation in the inner gate. It is divided into four levels of cultivation rooms: heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang."

"The heaven-level training room corresponds to the Nascent Soul stage, the earth-level training room corresponds to the golden elixir stage, the Xuan-level training room corresponds to the foundation-building stage, and the yellow-level training room corresponds to the Qi refining stage."

"Cultivation in it is filled with a steady stream of pure demonic energy. For us demonic cultivators, it is a holy place for cultivation."

"Whether you are practicing inside or breaking through the realm, it is extremely beneficial."

After Brother Zhong finished speaking, he looked at Fang Han helplessly. Fang Han threw the spirit stone. The next moment, Brother Zhong and another disciple flew towards the spirit stone and started fighting.

Fang Han didn't care about which of the two could get the spirit stone. After all, they were just two insignificant people. He bypassed them and continued walking towards the Blood Mist Peak.

After half an hour, Fang Han arrived at the foot of Blood Mist Peak. Looking around, there were houses every few hundred meters.

Most of these houses were unoccupied, so Fang Han found an unoccupied house and walked in.

After entering the courtyard, after taking just two steps, three servants came out of the house.

Among them were two men and one woman, both about sixteen or seventeen years old. The two male handymen had ordinary faces and were wearing gray gowns.

The female handyman is good-looking. Although she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, she has a curvy figure. The two snow-capped peaks on her chest give people the feeling of being able to see all the small mountains at a glance.

When the three servants saw Fang Han, they all knelt down and shouted: "Meet the master."

The miscellaneous disciples in the Yin Demon Sect all have extremely poor cultivation qualifications, not even comparable to the five-system miscellaneous spiritual roots.

The purity of the five-system spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth can exceed twenty. The spiritual roots of the servant disciples are also five-system spiritual roots, but only one or four of them are pure. Reach twenty.

Such spiritual roots are called waste roots. People with such waste roots will never be able to break through the middle stage of Qi refining throughout their lives, so many sects accept such people as handymen.

In the Yin Mo Sect, the servants have no status at all. Both the outer disciples and the inner disciples can kill the servants at will, and the servants cannot leave the sect, which means that they will be a servant for the rest of their lives. Neither can be freed.

Fang Han waved his hand.

"Get up!"

"What are the names of the three of you?"

"Go back to Master, my slave's name is Li Ergou."

"Go back to Master, my name is Cao Yang."

"Go back to the master, my name is Shangguan Yun."

"Well, Shangguan Yun will be responsible for my daily life from now on, you two! Go behind the house to cultivate the spiritual field and plant spiritual grass."

"Yes, Master."

The three of them all agreed. Among them, Shangguan Yun's face was filled with joy. He secretly raised his head and glanced at Fang Han, then quickly lowered his head.

She dreamed of becoming Fang Han's concubine and getting rid of her status as a handyman and slave.