“How is it? What’s the situation?” Despicable Donkey still didn’t dare use his spiritual consciousness to probe the island, afraid of alerting the enemy. But when he saw Ling Feng’s excited expression, he couldn’t help swallowing hard. He was clearly itching to charge in right away. Ling Feng quickly grabbed Despicable Donkey and spoke in a low voice. “That Evil Dao White Lotus hasn’t fully matured yet, but I guess it will only take a few more days!” Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “We’ll wait until it matures completely, then snatch it right from under their noses. That will really infuriate those Evil Dao cultivators!” Despicable Donkey let out a strange laugh, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Ling Feng. “You’re one nasty piece of work! This divine beast likes that!” Ling Feng gave a slight shrug and continued. “There are quite a few powerful cultivators inside, but most of them are king-tier. With your strength and mine, we should be more than enough to handle them.” He suddenly paused. A flicker crossed his face and he exclaimed in surprise. “Blood Sword Heavenly Lord!” It turned out Ling Feng had caught sight of a familiar figure inside the enormous Evil Dao array. Though the figure was cloaked in black and his face hidden, a portion of his left sleeve revealed a faint glint of a demonic sword. That sword completely gave away his identity. Ling Feng would never forget the aura of that ancient demonic blade for the rest of his life. This man was the true culprit behind the slaughter of millions in the sixteen cities of the Western Wilderness. He was the one who transformed those innocent lives into Blood Spirit Corpses. Back then, Ling Feng thought he could eliminate Blood Sword Heavenly Lord during the incident at the oasis. But the Demon-Masked Lord had appeared midway and rescued him. Now, several months later, Blood Sword Heavenly Lord had resurfaced on this very island. That meant Lin Canglang, the Demon-Masked Lord, was very likely here as well. Ling Feng narrowed his eyes. This area was still considered demon territory, yet these Evil Dao cultivators were operating openly. Not only that, they had acquired vast numbers of corpses to use as nourishment in refining the Evil Dao White Lotus. If the demon clans were not turning a blind eye, how could these evil cultivators act so brazenly? Given that, Lin Canglang had likely reached some kind of agreement with the demon clans. “What a piece of work you are, Lin Canglang. You’ve completely fallen into the path of a supreme demon!” Ling Feng clenched his fists. Murderous intent surged in his gaze. “Ling Feng, what’s wrong? Is that Blood Sword Heavenly Lord among the Evil Dao cultivators?” Despicable Donkey noticed something off about Ling Feng’s expression and couldn’t help asking. “Yes. And judging by his position, he seems to be one of the ringleaders!” Ling Feng curled his lip and replied in a steady tone. Despicable Donkey raised a hoof and said coldly. “Old grudges and new debts. We’ll settle them all at once!” “Exactly. This time, we can’t let them get away again!” Ling Feng’s fists tightened further. Lin Canglang’s streak of good luck was about to end for good! On the island in the Yanming Sea. Outside the array, a man in his forties stood with hands behind his back. He had a brush mustache and narrow eyes that sparkled with sharp intelligence. As he looked up at the Evil Dao White Lotus within the blood-inked soul-summoning banners, he asked in a low voice. “How much longer until that Evil Dao White Lotus matures?” The evil qi swirling above his head far surpassed that of the hundreds of Evil Dao cultivators on the island. Clearly, his strength was beyond ordinary. This man was none other than Li Qingling, the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord. He was also the cult leader of the Blood God Cult. His aura was now even more overwhelming than it had been during the Western Wilderness incident. At this point, he had completely merged with the demonic sword. His identity as a human was fading. Rather than saying he wielded the sword, it would be more accurate to say the sword inhabited him. It had refined him into a sword slave. “Master, according to Lord Envoy’s instructions, it should be any day now.” A man with a face full of savage scars replied in a deep voice. “Lord Envoy once said that within ten days, the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor would send the Silver Serpent Enchantress to collect the lotus seed. It has already been eight days. The Silver Serpent Enchantress will likely arrive very soon.” As he spoke the name Silver Serpent Enchantress, the scar-faced man licked his dry lips. It was obvious he was imagining something quite "indecent". Since they had begun refining the Supreme Lotus Seed, the Blood God Cult had frequent dealings with subordinates of the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor. The Silver Serpent Enchantress was the one personally in charge of overseeing the entire process. Every so often, she would return to report progress to the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor. It had to be said. That woman was seductive to the core. Even though they knew she was from the demon race, her breathtaking beauty had pushed their self-control to the edge. Whether demon or human, her allure sparked primal urges they could barely suppress. After all, Evil Dao cultivators lived without restraint, and worldly constraints are meaningless to them. Worse still, the woman seemed to enjoy provoking them. They were no gentlemen to begin with. Being forced to look without touching made things all the more unbearable. “So the time is almost here!” Blood Sword Heavenly Lord narrowed his eyes. Though he held the title of cult leader, it was Lin Canglang who had orchestrated everything behind the scenes. The Supreme Lotus Seed, the rise of the Blood God Cult, all of it had been Lin Canglang’s doing. As the supposed leader, Li Qingling was little more than a figurehead. Now that the Supreme Lotus Seed was close to completion, the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor was understandably on edge. He had “invited” Lin Canglang to the demon palace. Though it was framed as an invitation, it was essentially house arrest. Until the Supreme Lotus Seed was safely delivered, Lin Canglang would not be allowed to return to the Yanming Sea island. With the seed nearing full maturity, and the Silver Serpent Enchantress coming in person to receive it, Li Qingling grew increasingly restless. Though he longed for the seed himself, his current strength was not enough to challenge the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor. Watching helplessly as the sacred relic of the Evil Dao they had worked so hard to refine was handed over to someone else, Li Qingling’s heart churned with resentment. “I wonder what kind of game the Demon-Masked Lord is playing. Can he really accept this so easily?” Li Qingling clenched his fists and stared at the dazzling, holy white lotus suspended in the air. A flash of greed crossed his eyes. “What a shame. The Supreme Lotus Seed is going to benefit someone else after all.” Seeing his expression, the scar-faced man chuckled. “Honestly, Master, the lotus seed really ought to be yours.” Li Qingling glared at him fiercely and responded in a cold voice. “Do not speak of this again. As long as we continue working with the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, we can refine another Evil Dao Lotus Seed. And a third one after that. As long as the war continues, we will never run out of corpses. There will always be more lotus seeds!” “Yes, yes of course.” The scar-faced man broke into a cold sweat. He had meant it as flattery, but clearly it had struck the wrong nerve. With a wave of his sleeve, Blood Sword Heavenly Lord said coolly. “Keep a close watch. I am going into seclusion. Notify me when the Supreme Lotus Seed is about to emerge.” The scar-faced man took a deep breath and answered with a trembling voice. In his heart, he could not help but marvel at how terrifying his master had become. In truth, refining a Supreme Lotus Seed was no simple matter. Although Li Qingling spoke confidently, he could not understand Lin Canglang’s way of doing things. As the saying went, those who are not of our kind will always harbor different intentions. The Silver Wolf Demon Emperor was unlikely to be a trustworthy ally.