Would You Like Me to Be the Heretical Path Spokesman?

Within the Righteous Banner, Lu Yang sat cross-legged.

Across from him, True Person Demon-Sweeping stood with his sword in hand, his eyes half-closed as he reviewed the Divine Sense Lu Yang had just sent over, including Lu Yang's present circumstances.

Only after a long while did True Person Demon-Sweeping slowly raise his head.

"Fellow Daoist, I roughly understand what you are doing now."

After all, he came from the Sword Pavilion. The fundamental qualities of a Sword Seed were there, so after reading through it once, he had grasped the operating logic of the Celestial Court as well.

Yet precisely because of that, he frowned deeply:

'Although the Carefree Talisman issued by Fellow Daoist has been rising all this time, sooner or later it will no longer be sustainable. In the end, it is merely continuously absorbing the funds of Lower Cultivators.'

'Once it collapses, I fear it will bring irreversible consequences. You may indeed use this opportunity to amass wealth, but the Foundation Establishment cultivators, Qi Refining cultivators, and even mortals below will lose everything. Their fortunes, their lives—all will be staked and lost. The karmic slaughter is too great. Fellow Daoist, do you truly intend to do this?'

True Person Demon-Sweeping wore a solemn expression.

As the Banner Spirit of the Righteous Banner, he really should not have said such things. Yet he still said them, calmly questioning Lu Yang.

'Have I misjudged him?'

'Such a storm will cause no less karmic slaughter than a great massacre, yet his hands remain unstained by blood. He has done it far too cleanly, far too beautifully.'

That was right. Even True Person Demon-Sweeping had to admit that Lu Yang had done it beautifully. Yet the more beautiful it was, the more horrified True Person Demon-Sweeping became. His gaze upon Lu