At the entrance of the relic, a large crowd from the ancient Netherworld Sect gathered here, and some of the youthful disciples displayed traces of nervousness and anticipation on their faces, while the elder cultivators mostly bore expressionless faces. In their view, it was already fortunate if one or two of the cultivators who entered managed to come out alive.

And even if they did come out alive, it was not guaranteed that they would have gained anything. It wasn't that they looked down upon those independent cultivators; before this, many disciples from the Blood Demon Sect had already fallen inside. That included even an external elder who was at the peak of the Mahayana phase!

"Brother, do you think this group can bring out any good news?" A woman, about thirty years old, looked at the entrance of the relic, her exquisite brows slightly furrowed, her face showing a hint of anticipation.

"Good news? Heh, sister, this must be your first time venturing out of our sect for such a task, right?" A tall, thin man smiled upon hearing this, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the chest of the decent-looking matron and he sighed deeply, "For even one to walk out alive... would already be neither a small nor a large miracle."

"Ah? Then... those people who just went in, aren't they simply marching to their death?" The matron widened her eyes and looked at the thin, tall man, "Don't they understand this themselves?"

"Men die for wealth, as birds die for food. Sister, you have been in the sect for a long time and hold a high position..." The thin, tall man revealed a sincere smile, "You've never lacked resources, and naturally, you wouldn't understand the hardships of those independent cultivators. Those people, for a bit of resources, could sell their own fathers, kill their brothers, even send off their sisters..."

The matron's face showed an incredulous expression, and she murmured, "How could this be?"

The thin, tall man spoke indifferently, "Thus, these relic-hiring missions never lack those who march towards death. Even though those independent cultivators know well the immense dangers within the relic, any cultivator who still harbors ambition almost never passes up such an opportunity."

A look of sympathy appeared on the matron's face, as she said, "They are truly pitiful!"

"Yes, compared to you, sister, it's like heaven and earth," the thin man chuckled.

The matron slightly furrowed her brows, seemingly reluctant to discuss this further. She changed the subject, "If these people are almost certain not to return alive, and even if they do return, it's unlikely they would bring anything out, why then do we...?"

The thin man glanced at her, "There are always those who are lucky."

These words were spoken lightly, but upon careful consideration, one could clearly feel the cold, bloodthirsty undertone within them.

Indeed, there are always those who are lucky!

But the question is, how many lives need to be sacrificed... to produce that one lucky person?

The thin, tall man clearly didn't care about this question!

The reason he treated this matron courteously was not out of any camaraderie for being from the same sect. To him, she was just another Primordial Infant-level minor cultivator; if it were anyone else, he wouldn't spare a second glance. But the matron was different!

It was said she was the woman of a powerful elder in the ancient Netherworld Sect, and her reason for coming here, though seemingly for leisure, was actually to supervise on behalf of that elder. Therefore, the thin, tall man dared not show any disrespect towards her. But considering his own status was also not low in the ancient Netherworld Sect, and he was favored by another powerful elder, he had no need to display any flattery towards the matron.

At that moment, the space at the entrance of the relic suddenly showed a series of ripples.

The matron said excitedly, "Someone is coming out!"

The thin, tall man and the others showed a few traces of surprise, and the thin man, his face showing a hint of awe, murmured, "How could they come out so soon?"

In their eyes, it was considered quick if any of those independent cultivators came out after three days. Those cultivators, daring enough to enter, had essentially disregarded life and death to some degree. With their greedy nature, how could they leave easily without turning every stone?

"Could it be someone who's afraid to die?" a Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple beside the tall, thin man said.

"That shouldn't be the case," another member of the Netherworld Ancient Sect said. "There are definitely treasures inside this ruin. Given how inexperienced those cultivators appear, they wouldn't bear to leave without digging three feet deep everywhere!"

"Exactly." The tall, thin man nodded and then fixed his eyes on the exit.

The ripples at the entrance of the ruin kept expanding, like the calm surface of a lake being blown by the wind, the ripples becoming more pronounced. Finally, a somewhat emaciated but upright figure came walking out from within.

The young woman watched the person who walked out without blinking, a hint of fascination flickering in the depths of her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, thinking to herself, "What a handsome young man!"

The tall, thin man and his companions stared fixedly at Chu Mo as he emerged. One of his disciples directly approached, looking at Chu Mo and said, "Not bad, you came out so soon? Did you find anything?"

Chu Mo shook his head. "Nothing. It's no fun in there at all."

"..." The Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple was momentarily stunned, frowning at Chu Mo, "Fun?"

"Yes!" Chu Mo said with a matter-of-fact expression. "It's too dangerous inside, everyone died, it's not fun, I'm scared of dying, so I came out."

"Everyone died?" The tall, thin man froze, a hint of regret showing on his face. Although he had anticipated this outcome, it was still unavoidably disappointing. He listlessly waved his hand, "Never mind, just check his storage ring. If there's no problem, let him leave."

The tall, thin man spoke and then turned to leave with a gloomy expression, showing no interest in staying any longer or even greeting the young woman; nothing was going to happen anyway.

As soon as the tall, thin man had left, the Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple immediately put on a cold face, looking haughtily at Chu Mo and said disdainfully, "Open your storage ring. Once it's checked, you can get lost!" Saying this, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What a waste..."

A flash of light twinkled in Chu Mo's eyes, but he said nothing and simply opened his storage ring.

The Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple glanced at it and said in a sinister whisper, "You dare lie to me?"

"Lying?" Chu Mo paused for a moment, then seeing the undisguised greed in the eyes of the Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple, he somewhat understood. Calmly, he said, "I haven't lied."

"Still dare claim you haven't lied? When you entered, there was only a broken herb in the ring, so what's all this now?" the Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple coldly stared at Chu Mo.

Chu Mo couldn't help but smirk in silence, the items inside the ring were actually trivial to him, being of low quality and not something a Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple should value. Yet, for some reason, this particular one seemed intent on possessing them.

"It was recorded before entering," Chu Mo calmly looked at the Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple.

"Recorded?" The Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple immediately took a registration book from another person, casually tore it up, then with a flick of his hand... the scraps of paper fluttered about like butterflies.

"Now there's no record," the Netherworld Ancient Sect disciple stated.

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