On the other side of the dense forest, a voice rang out, "Everyone, stay sharp! The ones who've come this time are Saint Cultivators, and they're of excellent quality. The Master is very pleased. Don't let a single one get away! For a live capture, the reward is two Blood Soul Pills. For a dead one, one pill. For capturing a Female Cultivator alive, three Blood Soul Pills!"
"Haha, don't worry, Senior! Saint Cultivators are total pushovers, just a flock of sheltered little lambs. We're gonna be rich this time!"
"Good. This is a rare opportunity. With these twenty Saint Cultivators, we'll have enough rations for an entire year!"
The Demon Cultivators roared with laughter. "Rations" was their term for cultivation catalysts.
The Demon Cultivators searched with abandon. To them, this was just a hunt—a game where they could unleash their killing intent. Any struggle was futile.
