The Demonic Cultivators worship different Demonic Sect strongholds, and each specializes in different fields.
But they still share some common traits.
For example, even in their nearly ruined minds, there still remained things that could barely be called humanity.
Such as grievance and sorrow—soft emotions unique to humans.
It was just that, because of the Demonic Path's bizarre three-no principles,
these emotions were suppressed even more severely and became more distorted.
Thus, when released, they erupted as violently as a Volcano.
Wang He now felt as though his prostate and tonsils had become knotted together, leaving him choking back sobs and speechless for a moment.
The grievance and hardship he had suppressed for years were all released at this moment.
They were released at the Instant that the little ghost hugged his leg and exploded.
That was the Blood Fiend Technique—the Blood Fiend Technique released outside the Body that he had dreamed of day and night.
Although it looked very Different, he could never mistake that Feeling of the Spiritual Energy flowing and vibrating.
He had not taken the wrong path, and Someone was already walking ahead of him.
At this Moment, in Wang He's Eyes, the Flamboyant freak holding a bone staff was neither an Enemy nor a colleague, but a guiding beacon on his long Demonic Dao Path.
The humiliation from his fellow disciples, his Master's contempt, the Flotilla Leader's suppression, and the hardship of being hunted by the Righteous Path were all released at this moment.
For his Ideal, he was willing to pay any price, even his own Body and Divine Soul.
If this great expert took a fancy to his sister-in-law, he would even bow and lead the horse before him, telling the expert which days his Big Brother was not at home.
Wang He repeatedly knocked his head against the ground, blood flowing without end, while the whimpers in his mouth turned into complete words.
“Senior! Senior!! Senior, teach me!!!”
“You were right, the Demonic Path really is sick.” Lin Feng tilted his head and whispered.
“But why did he suddenly become like this?” Lin Feng was puzzled.
“I don't know either. Don't speculate about the thoughts of mentally ill people. Shh, the idiot is looking up.”
Wang He crawled two more steps forward and began stumbling through an explanation of his grand Ideal and the Demonic Path journey in his heart.
Amid Wang He's incoherent account, Zhang Ze finally understood what this Fatty was talking about.
To be honest, he understood Wang He's thirst for knowledge, but he did not approve of his Dogshit behavior in the slightest.
“What are you, and why should I teach you?”
As he spoke, Zhang Ze had the remaining lurking little ghosts move a little closer.
“I—I can be useful to you, Senior. I will do whatever you say, Hehe.”
Wang He understood this routine very well. He knew that this great expert wanted a Token of Allegiance.
A typical Token of Allegiance in the Demonic Path was usually the Dog Head of a former teammate.
Wang He spent seven days a week at the Spirit Snake Flotilla, and for five of those days he was bullied by his fellow disciples.
He defected without the slightest hesitation.
That was simply how things worked among Demonic Cultivators: they oppressed one another, annexed each other, and fought to the death. As long as one did not surrender to the Righteous Path, one was still a good bad person.
At this point, Lin Feng suddenly understood and took over the conversation for Zhang Ze.
“Brother, this person is Interesting. We happen to be planning to attack the Spirit Snake Flotilla, so why don't we—”
“The Blood Lion Ancestor is going to annex the Spirit Snake Flotilla!” Wang He exclaimed.
“What? Do you have an opinion?” Lin Feng placed his hand on the sword hilt at his Waist.
“No, no, I have no opinion. I mean, I can be a Traitor. I can act as an inside agent.”
“You? What qualifications do you have to betray anyone? You are something as worthless as a maggot.”
“I fear Senior may not know this, but last month the Spirit Snake Flotilla Discovered a Secret Realm.
It has now been completely relocated here, but the Mechanisms in the Cave Mansion have not yet been fully Set up. This is the best time to seize it.
I—I am the Thousand Mechanisms Artisan of the Spirit Snake Flotilla. I know every Mechanism.
I only ask that Senior teach me how to release the Blood Fiend Technique outside the Body, and then put in a good word for me before the Blood Lion Ancestor.
If possible, let me humiliate their Corpses as well—the Flotilla Leader of the Spirit Snake Flotilla—”
Wang He rattled off a very long list of names. Zhang Ze suspected that he had listed every member of the Spirit Snake Flotilla except himself.
“Shut up, Fatty. Bring out something practical.” Lin Feng shouted.
“I have some, I have some.”
Wang He hurriedly displayed several Maps and secret letters from his spatial Ring for the two of them to see.
Zhang Ze and Lin Feng nodded.
“You Traitor. Interesting.”
“Put everything away. In a few days, we will take you to meet the Blood Lion Ancestor. You will Personally present these things, but if they are fake…”
“I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. These things are all genuine. That Blood—”
“Noisy. These aren't important things anyway. Take this.” Zhang Ze raised his hand and threw out a Tiny booklet.
“Remember, serve our Blood Lion Ancestor honestly. There will be more rewards In the Future.” After Zhang Ze finished speaking, he took a Step Back.
“Hahaha, Brother Zhang is truly brilliant. You completed the Old Ancestor's assigned task so effortlessly. Tonight, I, Lin, will treat you to drinks.” Lin Feng also took a Step Back.
“There is no need for Brother Lin to treat us. We will bring this Fatty along and have him pay.” Zhang Ze took another step back.
The two of them slowly moved away from Wang He while laughing.
Wang He crawled over and picked up the booklet Zhang Ze had Thrown Into the ground.
It was a copy of Golden Armor Soldiers, which Zhang Ze had copied last night. He had originally intended to give it to Lin Feng.
Wang He read it as if intoxicated, especially pounding his chest and stamping his feet when he reached the section on the Spirit Recognition Technique.
So the Direction he had taken at the very beginning had been correct!
“Senior, this section means… Ah, Senior, why are you standing so far away?”
“I'm afraid I'll get blood splashed all over me.”
An explosion is art.
About thirty Tiny Five Elements Imps had surrounded Wang He at some unknown point.
Amid the deafening explosions, Wang He vaguely heard the second half of Zhang Ze's sentence.
“…and I'm from the Sword Sect. Who is your Senior?”
【Wilderness Side Quest, Slaying Demons and Eliminating Devils（1/999999）】
【Kill Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivators; the Demon Subduing True Lord Achievement is beginning to accumulate. Current second stage: kill Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivators（1/150）】
【Due to killing across a level, the first stage Demon Subduing True Lord Achievement, kill Qi Refining Stage Demonic Cultivators（10/10）Automatically Completed】
【Reward Issued】
Lin Feng cleaved through the smoke and dust and, without minding how disgusting it was, ran to the place where Wang He had been blown apart to see whether any equipment had dropped.
Zhang Ze walked over to the Pig Herders.
“Stop pretending to be asleep. Wake up.”
The explosion had been extremely loud; Zhang Ze did not believe that alarm had failed to wake them.
The Pig Herders did open their Eyes, but none of them welcomed the king's army.
The Pig Herders hugged each other and trembled.
In their view, the Demonic Cultivator before them was even more of a Pervert than the one from earlier.
Zhang Ze was Somewhat speechless. As a dignified disciple of the Righteous Path, how could people slander his innocence for no reason?
“Laozi… Ptooey, I am Zhang Ze, an Outer Sect Disciple of the Sword Sect.
Gentlemen, do not be afraid. I bear no malice.”
As he spoke, he pulled out his Sword Sect Disciple Waist Token.
The leader of the Pig Herders seemed to possess some knowledge. He recognized that the Waist Token was indeed an item belonging to a Sword Sect Disciple.
“Ah, you killed someone from the Sword Sect too?”
The moment he said it, the Pig Herder knew something was bad. He closed his Eyes and fainted.
Zhang Ze felt that he could never clear his name now.
He pointed Behind him. “Look at him. We really are Sword Sect Disciples. We are perfectly normal!”
Zhang Ze had intended to say, “Look how normal Lin Feng is,” but when he turned around, he happened to see Lin Feng holding a section of a severed hand and laughing merrily.
Zhang Ze turned back to look at the Pig Herders and saw their expressions.
Yes, he would never be able to clear his name in this lifetime.
He remembered his Master's words.
“After you leave, never say that you are my Disciple. Just don't bring Embarrassing disgrace upon your Master.”
“Forget it, I might as well be Embarrassing to the very end. In any case, I don't have the Title of Li Guanqi's Disciple hanging over my head.”
Zhang Ze, having decided to let everything fall apart, forced out a grimace that sent humans and ghosts fleeing.
“Ahhhhh, Laozi isn't pretending anymore! Laozi is a Demonic Cultivator!
Now all of you, stand up!
Run! Run as fast as you can, otherwise I'll eat you!
Come back! Take these fainted ones with you. Dead people's flesh tastes bad! Ahhhhh!”
Watching the Pig Herders flee, scrambling away, Zhang Ze threw down the bone staff, removed the shabby Robe, and threw it on the ground before stomping on it several times.
Thus ended the first act of chivalry in Zhang Ze's Cultivating Immortality career, in an ugly fashion.
Although the result was good, Zhang Ze was Really unhappy.
He swore to the candle that if he ever played cosplay again, he absolutely would not play a Demonic Cultivator.
If he did it again, he would stand on his head and pee!
Just as Zhang Ze was secretly grieving, Lin Feng's voice came from Behind him.
“Brother Zhang, come over here. I Discovered something.”