Trap

The white flood dragon was furious, desperate for revenge.

On the night of the assassination attempt, a cold autumn rain fell. Bai Yujun's cozy loft stood empty, rainwater soaking the curtains and making them sway gently. Now and then, lightning lit the black clouds, revealing a figure whipping its long tail before vanishing into the rain clouds...

She had not emerged from seclusion, but set out for the lands within the pass.

Demonic Cultivators hid among ordinary cultivators, making them difficult to identify. They cultivated not only demonic arts but other techniques to conceal themselves as well. The Cultivation World had few ways to expose them, and could only hope that these hidden Demonic Cultivators would occasionally use demonic arts and reveal their identities. The results were meager. All they could do was watch as Demonic Cultivators lurked at crucial points throughout the Central Plains, waiting to sow chaos.

Ever since the great battle against the zombies marching south from the northern frontier, Demonic Cultivators had repeatedly stirred up disorder.

They severely disrupted logistics, burning grain, fire oil, and other military supplies; ambushing and assassinating officials responsible for transporting provisions; slaughtering villages and towns, then pinning the blame on the Jiuli army or the Snake Demon Army.

The Central Plains and Jiuli had never been on good terms. As for their relations with demons, there was even less to say—whenever the two sides met, one of them always died.

They spread rumors that demons ate human flesh and drank human blood, inciting panic and resistance among the people. These Demonic Cultivators, who had taken up demonic cultivation for one reason or another and stepped onto the demonic path, were even more vicious than Demonic Beasts from other worlds.

Previously, Bai Yujun had been too lazy to bother with Demonic Cultivators.