The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Xiao Han sensed the person's cultivation level and found that he was at the early stage of foundation building. Behind him, there were four or five young cultivators at the Qi training stage.

Spiritual cultivation, ghost cultivation, and demon cultivation are all different schools. Orthodox demon cultivation actually absorbs demonic spiritual energy, which is different from the spiritual energy absorbed by orthodox spiritual cultivation. Ghost cultivation, on the other hand, absorbs yin spiritual energy.

As for evil cultivators, they refer to those cultivators who use cruel methods or irregular means to improve their cultivation.

Generally speaking, the techniques of evil cultivators emphasize quick success and rapid advancement, and their methods of cultivation are not accepted by upright cultivators. Therefore, they practice in seclusion and dare not let outsiders know.

Regardless of whether it is the school of cultivating spirits, ghosts, or demons, there are cultivators who secretly use evil methods to take shortcuts. These people are collectively called evil cultivators.

But there is another type, which is an organization or sect that directly practices evil techniques. This is a special evil cultivation school. For example, the Blood Demon Sect and the Soul Refining Sect in ancient times.

It can be said that these people are so ruthless that even some big demons feel ashamed of themselves.

The foundation-building cultivator who entered the yard at this moment, although he looked only in his twenties, had sinister eyes and exuded an invisible evil spirit from his body. The mortal teenagers in the yard who had originally closed their eyes and tried hard to pass the test couldn't help but shudder when they opened their eyes and saw him.

The young man who had established his foundation glanced at the people in the courtyard and said, "Follow me."

Everyone then stood up, walked out of the courtyard, and followed these monks forward.

This group of monks led everyone into a huge cave.

As soon as they entered, Xiao Han and Yun Que smelled a faint smell of blood.

There was no sunstone installed in the dark cave. Only a wick made of some unknown oil was lit in a stone niche carved out of the mountain wall, emitting a flickering light.

The cold atmosphere and the floating light in the cave made these mortal teenagers instinctively feel a little creepy.

But at this time, no one dared to speak out, and no one dared to step forward to say that they didn't want to go in.

Xiao Han and Yun Que, who were walking behind the group, naturally had no fear. As they walked, they were discussing in voice transmission what the purpose of bringing these mortals here was.

After walking for a while in the winding cave passage, we arrived at a particularly spacious cave.

The young man who had established his foundation walked onto a two-foot-high stone platform in front of him, looking down at the crowd of mortal young men below.

The Qi-cultivating monks following behind him stood in a row against the mountain wall without saying a word.

The young man who had established his foundation stood on the stone platform and began to lecture, "The Seven Profound Sect does not need cultivators who are timid, cowardly, or kind-hearted. Therefore, whether you can become a cultivator of the Seven Profound Sect depends on whether you can pass the next test."

If this sentence only made these mortal teenagers stunned, the next scene was the beginning of their mental breakdown.

The young man who had just established his foundation simply raised his hand and grabbed at the air, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old standing below the stone platform was pulled onto the platform.

Then, he made a downward cutting motion with his palm at the boy's shoulder. The next moment, a scream was heard, and it turned out that the boy's arm had been cut off at the shoulder.

This scene caused all the mortal boys and girls in the cave to change their expressions and exclaim in shock.

The boy on the stone platform fell to the ground with a scream. Perhaps because his screams were too loud, the young man who was in the foundation-building stage waved his sleeves and blocked his mouth with his spiritual power.

He looked at the people below who were filled with fear and said calmly, "Anyone who can come forward and cut off his other arm will pass the first test and have the hope of entering the sect."

After saying that, he flipped his hand, took out a machete and threw it on the ground.

But who among these mortal boys and girls would dare to take a machete and chop off the arm of a stranger with whom they have no grudge?

There was a chubby little boy from a wealthy family who was selected with money from a small landowner. He was so scared that he screamed, "I won't join the sect. I want to go home."

After shouting, he turned around and ran back the way he came.

However, before he could run a few steps, his body was pulled onto the stone platform by the young man who was building his foundation.

"Once you enter here, you will either become a disciple of the Qixuan Sect or die. If you want to go back, haha, maybe in your next life."

At this moment, the little fat boy's body was shaking like a sieve, and the smell of feces and urine wafted from him.

The young man who was in the foundation-building stage immediately threw him to the ground in disgust, and pointed at a Qi-cultivating cultivator standing by the mountain wall.

"He will give it to you as a reward. Let these people see what the consequences are for not being able to become a disciple of the Qixuan Sect."

The Qi-refining cultivator bowed and said yes.

Then, he jumped onto the stone platform, waved his hand, and a stream of spiritual power wrapped around the little fat man, making him kneel in front of him.

He himself also sat down cross-legged opposite the little fat man.

The little fat boy could no longer make any sound, and his face was filled with fear and despair.

The Qi-refining monk began to cast a spell, and the fear on the little fat man's face gradually disappeared, and he became a little dazed.

Xiao Han realized what the Qi-refining cultivator was going to do next, and immediately frowned, hesitating whether to stop him.

But the next moment, a great force pressed down on her, and then Yunque's voice was heard.

"Don't move. Since we want to film them as evidence of evil cultivators, we can't disrupt our plans for a mortal."

Xiao Han couldn't bear to watch a living person being sucked dry, but for Yun Que, as a former ancient demon, such a scene was simply not worth mentioning.

Therefore, she was able to continue filming without being affected at all.

At this moment, the little fat man on the stage seemed to have been drained of his blood by a monster, and his whole body was slowly shriveling up.

This kind of practice that absorbs the essence and blood of mortals to cultivate is obviously not that easy to practice.

The Qigong cultivator's expression seemed to be in great pain. Yet, he continued to practice his skills, continuously draining the fat man's blood. Meanwhile, the fat man was visibly withering and aging.

This process was even more shocking than the previous scene of cutting off the boy's arm with a knife, and it frightened the more than 200 boys and girls below the stone platform so much that they trembled all over and turned pale.

Some girls trembled and covered their mouths with their hands, fearing that their screams would attract the evil people above.

The smell of feces and urine in the air became stronger, and it was obvious that many people were frightened and incontinent.

Xiao Han, who was hiding at the back of the crowd, couldn't help but whisper to Yun Que, "Everything we just filmed should be enough to prove they are evil cultivators. Let's just take action."

Yun Que sneered, "You can't even handle this? You're pretty useless. In ancient times, it was common for evil cultivators to extract the souls of mortals from entire cities to sacrifice to their soul banners."

Xiao Han sighed secretly.

Her values ​​were formed long ago on Blue Star. She simply cannot tolerate the law of the jungle and watch the lives of the weak being wantonly trampled upon.