Lin Zheyu examined himself; he didn't quite look the part, but as long as one didn't look closely, it was indistinguishable.

He found a hidden spot to stash his knife and pouch, then mingled with the refugees.

The people in the square hadn't dispersed yet; each of them was holding a bowl, eagerly drinking the meat soup.

Lin Zheyu also went over to get a bowl of meat soup, blending into the crowd with his bowl in hand.

Standing in the square, he looked closely at the demon god statue.

Lin Zheyu prepared himself mentally; if the illusion of the demon god's shadow appeared again, he would immediately look away.

However, he stared for a good two or three minutes, and the previous illusion did not reappear.

The demon god statue looked quite ordinary, unlike before when it seemed as if it might come to life.

"Does the miraculous phenomenon only occur during prayer and worship?" Lin Zheyu speculated.

He mingled with the refugees, eavesdropping on their conversations.

They knew little about the Nine Nether Sect, only that joining it and worshiping the Nine Nether Demon God meant full bellies and a good life.

"How can I get in touch with the blood elixir?"

Looking in the direction of the temple, Lin Zheyu wondered to himself.

Those dozen or so people in black and red robes had entered the temple and hadn't come out since, leaving him guessing what they were doing inside.

Rushing in directly was definitely not an option, and Lin Zheyu didn't even dare to get too close.

With the strength of the Qi Blood Three Transformations, combined with possibly possessing mysterious means, he had to act cautiously.

Lin Zheyu didn't drink the meat soup but gave it to a scrawny child with skin and bones.

After more than an hour, the refugees slowly left, returning to work.

There weren't many people left in the square; some resumed kneeling on the ground, continuing to pray to the demon god statue.

Lin Zheyu pretended to rest nearby, with bandit patrols occasionally passing by.

Just then, a group of big men emerged from the forest.

The leading man's voice was loud, bursting into hearty laughter before he even arrived.

"Haha, we hit the jackpot this time, found ourselves a big fat lamb. Boys, carry the stuff into the temple!"

The burly man laughed heartily.

With a wave of his hand, his followers carried several heavy boxes into the temple.

Since joining the Nine Nether Sect, their loot, the prey they hunted, and the refugees they took in could all be converted into contribution points.

As long as they had enough contribution points, they could exchange them for various elixirs, treasures, and cultivation techniques.

"Cao Wang, how many contribution points do you have now?" one person asked as he approached.

"With this trip's loot added, probably seventy or eighty," Cao Wang chuckled.

What he wanted most now was to reach 100 contribution points and then exchange for a blood elixir, to enhance his strength to the Qi Blood Realm.

These bandits had limited aptitude; without surprises, they had no hope of advancing to the Qi Blood Realm in this life.

Unexpectedly, after the city was breached and having no choice but to become a bandit, he stumbled upon such fortune.

"What about you, how many contribution points do you have?" Cao Wang asked with a smile.

"Only forty-three."

"You guys took all the refugees, and now with the city guards catching on tightly and the caravans' strength being strong, it's hard to rob," the man lamented.

"Why don't you lend me your contribution points, let me exchange for a blood elixir first, and further enhance my strength before discussing any further."

"With improved strength, earning contribution points will be easier. Then I'll lend you back, and help you exchange for a blood elixir too, how about that?"

Cao Wang proposed.

"That's fine, but you have to write a note in front of the priest. Otherwise, I can't trust you," the man grinned.

"Damn, you don't trust my reputation?" Cao Wang glared.

"Haha, we all come from a bandit background; who doesn't know about each other?" the man scoffed.

"Hehe, rest assured, I'm all about integrity," Cao Wang laughed slyly.

"Since you don't trust me, we'll write a note in front of the priest," Cao Wang said with a smirk, eager to head towards the temple.

A Qi Blood Realm, which in his original city was considered a top expert, and he never thought he could become such a strong person one day.

...

Lin Zheyu watched the burly men, seeing them carry the looted goods into the temple, and couldn't help but sigh.

The idea that had just occurred to him vanished into thin air.

He had thought that since this was the bandits' stronghold, the looted goods should be stored in some place.

If he could secretly investigate and locate where they stored their treasures, robbing it once would be enough for his use for a while.

He just didn't expect their treasure storage place to be inside the temple.

There were seventeen martial artists at the Qi Blood Realm inside, including one strong in the Qi Blood Three Transformations, and rushing in would be tantamount to courting death.

"That burly man just now, does he want to exchange for a blood elixir in the temple? Hopefully, he won't consume the blood elixir inside the temple," Lin Zheyu thought to himself.

He quietly watched the direction of the temple.

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