A large number of demonic beasts had gathered—both first and second-rank creatures.
However, instead of attacking immediately, they eyed each other warily, hesitant to make the first move. Judging by the situation, it didn’t seem like they would start fighting anytime soon.
Han Luo licked his lips. A mischievous thought surfaced in his mind. He had seen the second-rank demon core in Li Jun’s hand earlier. It was impossible not to feel tempted.
A single second-rank demon core could save him one or two years of cultivation.
And now, with so many beasts gathered, if they were to start fighting, there would be at least four or five second-rank demon cores up for grabs, plus several first-rank ones.
No.
He couldn’t let them just stand around. They needed to start fighting. Silently, he retrieved a pouch of powder from his backpack.
Heart dream Phosphorescent Powder.
Made from heartdream grass and phosphorescent snake gall, this powder induced hallucinations based on one’s deepest fears when inhaled.
Years ago, he had tricked an old beggar into trading it for a pancake and a plain steamed bun.
It was now one of his thirty-six trump cards.
He donned a makeshift gas mask and carefully unwrapped the oil paper around the powder. Without him having to do anything, a gentle breeze carried the powder into the beast horde.
In an instant—
Like a drop of water hitting a scorching oil pan, chaos erupted. Han Luo had no idea what these beasts feared the most.
But whatever it was, it worked.
A massive brawl broke out among the creatures, shaking the entire forest. The battle was brutal—far beyond human imagination. The fighting continued for an entire night.
By morning, the once lush battlefield was soaked in blood. The stench of gore hung heavily in the air, so thick it was nauseating.
For ten miles in every direction, no creature dared approach this slaughterhouse. From his perch atop a tree, Han Luo had witnessed the entire battle from start to finish.
The fight had been nothing but raw savagery. Aside from a few beasts barely clinging to life, the rest had been completely torn apart.
Limbs were scattered across the ground like pieces of a broken puzzle. But despite the tempting sight of dozens of demon cores, Han Luo did not move.
He remained hidden in the treetop. The reason was simple—he didn’t know if all the beasts were truly dead.
He was just an ordinary human.
A single strike from a demonic beast could end his life. If even one of them was still alive and managed to play dead, he would be in deep trouble.
Better to be cautious than sorry. By the time the sun hung high in the sky, nearly noon, he decided it was time.
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If he delayed any longer, it would be difficult to catch up to Li Jun and his group of bodyguards. Traveling alone would be too dangerous.
Instead of climbing down immediately, he retrieved a custom longbow from his backpack.
This was no ordinary bow. It had been specially modified to be more powerful, with explosive talismans attached to the arrowheads.
Standing at the top of the tree, he pulled the bowstring back and aimed carefully. Over the past ten years, archery had been one of his essential skills.
Long-range. High lethality. Perfect for sneak attacks.
The arrow whistled through the air—
It struck the head of a demonic beast.
Boom!
The beast’s skull exploded like a watermelon, leaving no chance for survival. One after another, he fired several more arrows, each one finding its mark. Once all the beasts' heads had been blown apart, Han Luo swiftly descended using a rope.
Within moments, he moved like lightning, gathering all the demonic beast corpses into his spatial backpack.
The entire process took less than two minutes. Seven second-rank demon cores.
Twelve first-rank demon cores.
His movements were flawless, as if he had practiced this a million times before.
After collecting the loot, he immediately stripped off his bloodstained clothes, tied them to a rock, and sank them into the river.
Then he washed himself thoroughly, took a cleansing pill, and sprayed himself with a special deodorizing fragrance.
Once everything was done, he put on fresh clothes and left the area at high speed. The entire cleanup process took four minutes and thirty-seven seconds.
His precision and efficiency were at a textbook level. But the journey ahead was not as smooth as he had hoped.
As he got closer to Luo Ri Mountain, the number of battles increased exponentially.
Not only had Li Jun’s team suffered multiple demonic beast attacks with heavy casualties, but other teams had also been ambushed.
From behind his custom-made sunglasses, Han Luo observed the skies. Every now and then, a flash of white light streaked across the sky.
That must be the signal marking a candidate's elimination from the test.
Each time a white light flashed, he marked the location in his notebook—then quietly made his way over.
His goal was simple—collect demon cores.
Fighting demonic beasts wasn’t easy.
Whenever he arrived at the scene, he often found the human side utterly defeated, leaving behind only corpses and beast remains.
Based on his experience—
He would hide in the shadows, wait for the human cultivators to flee, then scatter Heartdream Phosphorescent Powder to finish off any remaining beasts.
Of course, things didn’t always go smoothly.
Sometimes, he encountered stronger teams that not only killed the demonic beasts but also had enough energy to retrieve the demon cores themselves.
Against such teams, Han Luo had a simple solution—
He pulled out a Sound Recording Talisman and played back a pre-recorded chorus of wild beast roars.
Dozens of overlapping roars filled the forest, mimicking the presence of a massive beast horde. Between demon cores and survival, most teams chose survival.
Fearing an incoming beast attack, they fled without hesitation.
And so, once again, Han Luo played the role of the fisherman, swooping in to collect what was left behind.
Being a fisherman felt amazing. Not only did he find safe routes, but he also gained a massive haul. Happiness, like a fleeting glimpse of a girl passing by your classroom window, was brief but beautiful.
Five days later—
A towering mountain loomed ahead, piercing the sky. At its base stood a massive stone monument. Carved into the stone were two words: Luo Ri Mountain.
Thousands of participants had gathered in front of the monument.
"Everyone, ahead of us lies the territory of the demon wolf horde. We must unite if we want to pass through.
"I believe this is the final test the sect has prepared for us.
"As long as we make it through, we will become disciples of Luo Xian Sect, stepping onto the path of immortality together!"
Li Jun stood atop a large boulder, his voice full of confidence and heroism.
He still remembered the companions who had died that night. He swore to wipe out the demon wolves and avenge them.
"Tonight, we rest here. Tomorrow, we fight for our lives!"
His speech ignited the crowd’s morale.
Their battle spirit surged—some were so fired up that they looked ready to charge up the mountain right away.
Han Luo , for once, chose not to distance himself from the group.
Instead, he stayed to rest. Though he had not encountered much danger, the past few days had been exhausting.
Being a lone fisherman was harder than it looked—his arms were sore from picking up so many demon cores.
Here, at least, with so many people around, he could finally sleep soundly, knowing they would serve as his unpaid security guards.
As the others prepared tents, cooked meals, and sharpened their blades, Han Luo finally allowed himself to relax.
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