At the banquet, Mr. Huang specifically mentioned what happened just now.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone started talking about these things.

Because of the withholding of medicines, many demon cultivators were dissatisfied.

Everyone has different ways of coping.

He is as forceful as Mr. Huang.

Some were killed on the spot with thunderous means.

There are also gentler and softer treatments.

But no matter how they deal with it, these lower-level Jindan and even Yuanying demon cultivators can only swallow this bad breath.

Because they have no way to report it.

This huge network of relationships is airtight, and any news that spreads would be self-defeating.

As for wanting to leapfrog the hierarchy and go to the top level demon to file a complaint.

Then you have to be qualified to meet him.

Even if we really go to the top demon, which one of the guys in this network is not from the ten tribes? It is too easy to settle this small matter.

So when these things came to their mouth, they were nothing more than jokes at the wine table.

After the report failed, the five Broken Arm Demon Cultivators left the Junzheng Mansion with despair.

Several people looked at the splendid and majestic Junzheng Mansion with chills in their hearts, their eyes filled with sadness, anger and confusion.

For their race, it is difficult for them to enter the list of hundreds of races, let alone the ten races.

In order to give some credit to the race in exchange for training resources and territory.

A total of ten of them left their hometown and came to the battlefield, but now only five of them are left, and in the end they only received this kind of treatment.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come here in the first place."

The broken-arm demon cultivator smiled bitterly.

Several other demon cultivators opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it, let's go back. At this point, we have no choice. If we run away from the battle, we will endanger our family even if we die."

The broken-arm demon cultivator sighed and called several companions to leave.

After everyone left the city in silence, one of the demon cultivators suddenly whispered.

"They are unkind to us, so why should we fight so hard? It's not worth it for such a small amount of credit. In my opinion, we can just hang out as long as we can, and we won't risk our lives."

"As it should be."

"Hmph, who likes to put in effort?"

Several other demon cultivators also had the same attitude.

As long as it's not a life-threatening task that you are forced to do, it can be postponed and calculated.

After everyone discussed it, they returned to the resting place on the front line and began to heal their injuries.

After two days passed, everyone was almost recovered, and frontline tasks were arranged.

"Kill two Class-A machine beasts?"

After seeing the order passed down, all five of them had gloomy expressions, and the one with the highest cultivation level among them was only at the early stage of the Golden Core.

That machine beast is one of the trump cards used by the human monks against them. Not to mention it is extremely difficult to deal with, and its strength is comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul.

Just five people working together to deal with one head is enough, let alone two heads.

"This must be a mission deliberately arranged by Master Huang. He wants us to die. This damn fat guy is so damn cheap. Why doesn't he come and deal with these two Grade A machine beasts?"

The broken-arm demon cultivator was trembling with anger. This was more than just bullying others too much. It was simply bullying others too much.

"Disobeying orders means death, and leaving means death. Let's just do what we promised before. The worst we can do is get injured and come back."

Another demon cultivator sneered, scorning this so-called military order.

After a few people made an agreement, they took a short rest before setting off on the battlefield.

In the area they were responsible for, two Baizhang mechanism beasts whose strength was comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul were killing people.

The two machine beasts are shaped like tigers, but have dozens of long arms. Those demon cultivators below the golden elixir level will almost die if they touch them.

After seeing these two Class A machine beasts killing wantonly on the battlefield.

The five demon cultivators looked at each other.

With a tacit understanding, they rushed forward and started fighting with one of the machine beasts.

The two sides fought for about half an hour, and finally escaped at the cost of five people being seriously injured.

After returning to the camp, the five pale-faced people quickly sat on the ground to heal themselves.

They had just sat down for a moment.

A figure walked up to them.

Before the five of them had time to look up, a terrifying pressure had already made them unable to lift their heads.

"On the battlefield just now, the five of you could clearly get rid of that machine beast by working together, so why did you deliberately let go of the water and get injured? If you are afraid of death, I will send you down now."

Standing in front of the five people was a young demon cultivator.

The young demon cultivator has a cold appearance and is not good-looking, but his cold temperament is somewhat similar to that of Gui Yue.

In terms of identity and strength, the two of them are equally matched.

The five people's faces turned pale after hearing the voice, and the leading monk with a broken arm said tremblingly.

"It's because we didn't cooperate well enough that we missed. When we finish healing, we will definitely kill that machine beast."

"Do you think I am a fool?"

The young demon cultivator shouted lowly, and the oppressive feeling became more and more suffocating.

The five demon cultivators have begun to bleed from their seven orifices, and their physical bodies will collapse.

Just when he was about to die, one of the demon cultivators couldn't bear it and suddenly spoke angrily.

"Yes, we are just being cowardly on purpose. Even the life-saving medicine you handed out is defective. Why should we fight for this damn Yinminghai?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure on his body completely disappeared.

The young demon cultivator raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean? There is something wrong with the medicine that was distributed?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. You big monsters are all in the same group. Don't you just want to kill people and silence them? Come on, come on."

The demon cultivator with a broken arm also took the risk and stretched out his neck to signal the opponent to kill him.

"I really don't know who I am with. I will give you three sentences to explain clearly. You can decide for yourself whether you live or die."

The young demon cultivator reached out and patted the robe on his body. The original white robe instantly turned into bright red, adding a bit of chilling aura to the young demon cultivator.

The five demon cultivators looked at each other and explained the matter carefully.

"This is the Underworld Flower we received. Part of it has been destroyed. These are the remaining ones."

After the explanation, several demon cultivators took out the remaining Underworld Flowers.

"I understand, Mr. Huang, right? I will go to him to talk about this matter. If it is true as you said, I will seek justice for you. If not, you can make up your own mind."

"I will never tell a lie. If I tell a lie, I won't be reincarnated after death."

The young demon cultivator said nothing, but the robe on his body became increasingly bright red.

However, he did not rush to find Master Huang. Instead, he went to ask other Jindan demon cultivators for a few questions.

Most of these golden elixir demon cultivators said that this was not the case, and they were worried that they were just playing a double act. If they admitted it, they might get good results.

But there are always a few tough guys who dare to expose things.

After collecting enough evidence, the young demon cultivator who gave himself the Taoist name Wu Nian instead of giving Ken a name went to find Master Huang.

At this moment, Mr. Huang was writing something with a pen in his right hand, and he was rapidly calculating with his left hand, calculating how much of the next batch of supplies could be produced and resold.

Having tasted the sweetness, he couldn't wait to make a fortune.

It would be best to have this kind of event every hundred years of war.

After Wu Nian rushed over, Master Huang quickly put down his pen and stood up.

"Commander Wu Nian is here in person. I hope you will forgive me for being a little distant."

"Don't follow me through the red tape of human monks."

Wu Nian's face turned cold and he said, "Did you secretly deduct military pay and replace the century-old Hades Sea Flowers sent down there with fifty-year-old ones?"

Master Huang had a kind smile on his face and said in a calm tone.

"Is Commander Wu Nian here here for this matter? Recently, there have indeed been a few little demons spitting feces all over their mouths and putting a shit basin on my head, Mr. Huang."

"But I, Huang, have always been bold and never lied. I even took the initiative to take them to Lord Junzheng to investigate the matter, which proved my innocence."
To be continued...