Chapter 1346: Chapter 758: Demon Night_2 "Even so, the valley is too oppressive, both foul and putrid, every day feels like a year." "Enough," a monster cultivator said impatiently, "complain less and speak less of matters within the valley." "The ’Young Master’ bestowed us demon skills and monster patterns, we must do our best to serve him." Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping from the tree, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Young Master again? Which Young Master is this? And it’s a bit strange... After these words were spoken, the other monster cultivators were clearly caught in silence. Some, even though silent and seemingly unperturbed, Mo Hua could sense a trace of anger and resentment through their divine sense... "Something’s not right..." Mo Hua’s gaze narrowed slightly. After a moment of suppressed silence, others came over, and the conversation resumed. But the talks were vague and intermittent. Mo Hua listened for a long time, barely managing to piece together some key information from bits and pieces: In the Blood Stream White Bone Land, there’s a Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is the lair of all monster cultivators. The entrance of the valley is closed year-round, closely guarded, and opens once a month. Countless monster cultivators dwell inside the valley, going out in groups to "hunt"—that is, to poach monster beasts at the Refining Demon Mountain. The poached monster beasts are sorted and handled according to type. Either as "feed" for monster cultivators, devoured alive, bones discarded at White Bone Beach, sacrificing to the formation; Or captured alive, sent into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for unknown purposes... And White Bone Beach is indeed inscribed with an evil formation. What kind of evil formation exactly, Mo Hua didn’t overhear the answer. Most of these monster cultivators are formation blind; even if they had some formation mastery before becoming monster cultivators, after consuming so much monster meat, their brains must have gone bad, and those who can think clearly might be almost none. Expecting to hear the specifics of the formations from them is surely unrealistic. Still, Mo Hua gathered some clues. According to one monster cultivator, speaking with a heavy tone: "Only on the sixteenth of each month, with the full moon, the valley opens, revealing the White Bone Path; otherwise, no one, no demon, may enter the depths of the blood stream, reach the entrance of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..." "To trespass and step into the White Bone Land, into the depths of the blood stream, will trigger a curse, the consciousness shattered, dying in madness..." The monster cultivator spoke eerily. Mo Hua was confused listening, but based on these words and his own cultivation experience, he could roughly speculate that the methods laid within the White Bone Land likely involve evil formations related to evil spirits. As for what exactly those evil formations are... Being an upright formation master himself, not delving into wicked paths, he couldn’t pinpoint them. It was now 22 p.m. The blood stream reeked, white bones ghostly. A chilly moonlight loomed overhead. Mo Hua looked up, following the murmuring blood stream, gazing into the distance, indeed discovering a sinister, eerie, and deeply sanguine aura lurking like a fierce beast in the darkness. "Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..." All secrets should be hidden within. But the current issue is, how to enter this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons? Or maybe don’t consider entry, just have Elder Xun call people to start killing from the outside? Mo Hua frowned in contemplation. Then, two monster cultivators furtively left the "crowd," heading into the dense forest. Mo Hua blinked, then glanced at Xun Ziyou. Xun Ziyou evidently noticed too. Their eyes met, each nodded in understanding, then both moved silently through the woods, secretly trailing the two sin cultivators. Xun Ziyou was a Golden Core cultivator, easily tailing two Foundation Building monster cultivators. But upon looking back, he found Mo Hua, only at Foundation Building Middle Stage, was adept at such tasks too, leaving no trace or sound, his agile figure seemingly merging with the night. If he hadn’t paid attention, Xun Ziyou might have overlooked him. Surprised, Xun Ziyou felt reassured at heart. This seemingly innocent child certainly engaged in "mischief" often... But seeing Mo Hua so adept, able to keep pace, Xun Ziyou relaxed. The two monster cultivators, separating from the demon group, walked farther and farther, not uttering a word all the way until "nobody around," then whispering secretly. "...Is this really okay?" "What’s not okay? You want to stay in that disgusting valley for life?" "But..." "Relax, I’ve arranged everything..." One tall monster cultivator lowered his voice, hoarsely: "I hail from Mistwater City, the disciple overseeing us from the Jin family has ties with my father, will turn a blind eye..." "We just need to feign death to escape this suffering." "There’s someone in the valley keeping us under cover." The younger monster cultivator still hesitated. The tall monster cultivator said: "Think about it, once out, with our skills, we can easily join some demon sect or mix in a magic sect; food, women, all readily available, without living like livestock in this mountain, isn’t it carefree?" The young monster cultivator indeed felt tempted. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 He had just started practicing demon techniques not long ago. Until recently, he was a genius disciple, full of family expectations, hoping to rely on his efforts to secure a place among sect disciples. He wished to prove that he was not much inferior to those true heavenly prides from great families. But somehow, he fell to this state. To his parents and family, he was already "dead." Yet here at Refining Demon Mountain, he still lived on, neither truly human nor ghostly, like a demonic creature unfit for light.