The Feng Lian Cult was a branch of the Demon Faction, but over the years, it had long since cast the Demon Faction's original purpose to the back of its mind.
When Daojun Feng Lian had founded this lineage, the Heavenly Walker's desire at its heart, the harmony of yin and yang, had already been transformed into an entirely different philosophy of harvesting and replenishment.
It could be said that the Feng Lian Cult had originally been a proper righteous path within the Daoist Sect.
Later, it had gradually strayed onto a crooked road.
Qi Lianzi was the same. When he had boldly broken away from the Demon Faction and supported the sect's banner on his own, he had intended to restore the Feng Lian Cult's former glory.
But unfortunately, the sect's inheritance had long ceased to resemble what it once was.
He could only first raise his own strength to its peak, then use evil to push righteousness back into place.
And the more enormous the cost of accumulating strength during this stage, the more it was like the darkness before dawn.
As long as he endured this period, the hardships and dangers of the present, as well as the sacrifices of those captured female experts, would all be worth it.
What he had not expected was for the upheaval to come so quickly.
"..." Qi Lianzi flicked his Daoist robe and looked toward his disciple.
"Where did they disappear?"
He did not believe his two junior brothers had been captured. They had most likely fled far away and were temporarily unable to make contact.
But since his disciple had reported it, he might as well go see for himself.
"It was at the Poplar Inn, where those women from Wanfei Palace were staying!"
"But by now, they must