And so, Ling Xuanxiao was recruited into the Death Cult by its Cult Master.
Upon learning Ling Xuanxiao's identity, the Death Cult Master cried out.
"Heaven is helping me!"
"Now even Shushan Disciples are believers of my Death Cult. What great undertaking could possibly fail!"
As for whether Ling Xuanxiao might be an undercover agent from the righteous path, the Death Cult Master did not believe it in the slightest.
How could a righteous cultivator who knew the demonic sects better than he did possibly be a spy?
Of course, it was not as though the Death Cult Master had not tested Ling Xuanxiao.
He had even personally gone to Shu Mountain to investigate him.
But all he learned could be summed up in four utterly ordinary words.
Still, there was one thing that caught the Death Cult Master's attention.
"Yes, Junior Disciple Xuanxiao was raised by the Old Sect Leader from childhood and shared a deep bond with him."
Hearing those words, the Cult Master's heart skipped a beat.
Personally raised by the Shushan Sect Leader.
Could he truly be an infiltrator deliberately planted in my cult!?
The Cult Master calmly took a sip of tea.
The Shushan Disciple opposite him continued, "Unfortunately, our junior disciple's talent was mediocre. After the Old Sect Leader passed away, we rarely saw him again."
The Cult Master frowned slightly.
Carrying out a secret mission, vanishing without a trace.
His suspicions deepened.
The Shushan Disciple sighed. "Or perhaps he felt guilty. After all, the Old Sect Leader died at his hands."
Cult Master: ...
What the hell!?
The former Shushan Sect Leader had died at his hands.
Good heavens!
This went beyond merely being talented.
He was practically a Heavy Artifact of the Demonic Path.
All the demonic sects of the Central Continent