I have the face of a great demon.

This is the territory of the demonic path. It was originally a group of demonic cultivators who fled here to escape the pursuit of righteous cultivators. They united and formed a powerful force, strong enough to resist the large-scale attack of the righteous path.

As time went by, this area was gradually occupied by demonic cultivators, slowly forming the territory of the demonic path.

However, besides demonic cultivators, there are also some cultivators here who practice righteous cultivation methods.

These people were originally righteous cultivators who came here to seek refuge after committing crimes.

In order to enhance their own power, the demonic cultivators accepted these righteous cultivators and incorporated them into the demonic path.

After all, in this chaotic region, strength is the key to survival. Whether they are demonic cultivators or righteous cultivators, as long as they can serve the demonic path, they will be accepted.

Therefore, although righteous people cannot enter the territory of the demonic path in large numbers, even if a few people enter here and there, it will not attract the attention of the demonic path.

After all, they couldn't directly determine whether someone was one of their own based on their martial arts techniques.

Therefore, it was not an easy task for the Ghostly Demon Lord to capture Liu Xingchen and the other two, which is why he offered a large reward to find their whereabouts.

Fortunately, the trio was quite conspicuous, consisting of two men and one woman. The two men looked exactly alike and were exceptionally tall, so they shouldn't be too hard to find.

As a result, the demonic cultivators who coveted the Demon Lord's bounty set out to search for the whereabouts of Liu Xingchen and his companions.

Xue Mingzi spent three whole days dragging his heavily injured body back to his lair, bit by bit.

He was in excruciating pain all over his body. Every step he took felt like walking on a knife's edge. The pain almost made him faint. With great effort, he finally made it back to his familiar territory.

When he stumbled back to his lair, looking at the cave before him, Xue Mingzi was filled with despair.

His lair was a hidden cave filled with the wealth and magical treasures he had amassed over the years, but at this moment, they were meaningless to him.

His current cultivation level is not even at the second level of Qi Refining. He has no demonic energy left and can no longer use any magic weapons.

He slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with despair and confusion.

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave.

Immediately afterwards, two demonic cultivators walked in.

One of the two men was a tall, thin man with a hooked nose named Black Wind, and the other was a short, stout fellow named Iron Mountain.

Hei Feng saw Xue Mingzi slumped on the ground and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Xue Mingzi, what happened to you? Why are you in such a sorry state?"

Tieshan also came closer, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "What's wrong with you? Have you run into some trouble?"

Xue Mingzi raised his head and saw Hei Feng and Tie Shan, a hint of anger and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I...I encountered a group of righteous cultivators, and I almost lost my life!"

Black Wind and Iron Mountain showed a hint of fear on their faces when they heard this.

They knew that Xue Mingzi was stronger than the two of them; if he had almost lost his life, then the opponent's strength must be extraordinary.

"Righteous cultivators? How many of them are there?" Black Wind asked cautiously, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Xue Mingzi shook his head, his voice tinged with weariness: "A monk and three cultivators, that monk purified me with Buddhist light for three days and three nights."

Black Wind and Iron Mountain exchanged a glance and counted on their fingers: "There are four people in total, plus a monk. It doesn't seem to match up."

"What doesn't match up?" Xue Mingzi asked in confusion.

"You don't know yet? The Demon Lord of the Underworld has issued a bounty for the capture of three righteous cultivators who have fled here, two men and one woman. If we can capture all three, we'll be rich."

"That's right, the bounty on the Ghostly Demon Lord's head is enough for us to live on for a lifetime."

Then he launched into a long, rapid-fire speech, making Xue Mingzi's eyes water with envy. If he could obtain the Demon Lord's bounty, he could recover his power and perhaps even advance further.

However, he had no leads on the three people he wanted to capture.

I recently met the four righteous cultivators who beat him half to death in the ancestral hall, but the number doesn't match up.

But thinking about it again, it seems that the monk and the other three people were not in the same group, but rather two separate groups.

If you look at the three people individually, the number matches, but the two men are not exactly the same brothers.

One of them was indeed a tall and strong young man, which made sense, but the other man was a thin, old man, which didn't make sense.

And the last one, although he looks handsome, is also a man, which is also incorrect.

Sigh, it seems I won't get a share of the reward.

Black Wind and Iron Mountain also secretly lamented that the three walking bounties hadn't passed through their territory, and they wondered which demonic cultivator would benefit from them.

But seeing Xue Mingzi slumped on the stone bed, barely breathing, a hint of greed flashed in their eyes.

"Blood Demon Child, how is your body? Can you stand up?" Black Wind asked feigning concern, his eyes scanning the treasures and magical artifacts inside the cave.

Tieshan was even more direct. He walked up to Xue Mingzi and sneered, "Xue Mingzi, your cultivation is almost ruined. You don't even have demonic energy left. You can't use these magic treasures anymore. Why don't you give them to us?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Mingzi was greatly alarmed. He struggled to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You two, how dare you plot against me? I'm your boss!"

Black Wind and Iron Mountain exchanged a glance, a hint of disdain on their faces.

Black Wind sneered, "Boss? You're just a piece of trash now, how can you be a boss? Be smart and hand over your valuables and magic treasures obediently, maybe we can spare your life."

Tieshan chimed in, "That's right, Xue Mingzi. You used to be powerful, but now you can't even beat us. Be smart and don't force us to take action."

Upon hearing this, Xue Mingzi was filled with grief and indignation. He knew that if he lost even this last bit of his possessions, he would have no chance of recovery and would only be waiting to die.

"You two ungrateful bastards! How did I treat you before? Now that I'm down on my luck, you come to steal my things?"

"If you dare touch my things, I'll haunt you even in death!"

Black Wind and Iron Mountain ignored his threats. They exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously. Black Wind punched Blood Demon in the face, causing blood to trickle from his mouth; Iron Mountain grabbed Blood Demon by the collar and slammed him to the ground.

Not long after, the two left, leaving Xue Mingzi alone in a corner, on the verge of tears.

He looked at the empty cave, his heart filled with despair and resentment.

He knew he was truly finished this time; not only was his cultivation destroyed, but his wealth and magical treasures accumulated over the years were also stolen.

He really can only wait to die.