The Demonic Cult's Origins

The Demonic Cult's Origins

Seeing that Liu Fengshan had merely been frightened, everyone sighed that Bai Yan had shown mercy today.

That Zhao Gaozhong who had picked a fight last time still hadn't fully recovered even now.

"Liu Fengshan, that turd-stirring stick, really kicked an iron plate today."

"Exactly. Zhao Gaozhong's example is right there. He brought death upon himself by insisting on charging straight into the line of fire."

"He isn't even qualified to be a lackey."

"He thought climbing onto Wang Zheng's coattails made him superior to everyone else? He should take a look at what he is. Captain Bai could crush him with one finger!"

"In Wang Zheng's eyes, he's nothing but a dog."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Stupid and unaware of it. Pathetic, truly pathetic."

The onlookers whispered among themselves, their gazes at Liu Fengshan filled with contempt and disdain.

Pinned under everyone's eyes as they pointed and gestured, Liu Fengshan felt as though thorns were pricking his back.

Those gazes seemed to turn into countless knives, slicing into his flesh and making him wish he were dead. At the same time, his hatred for Bai Yan soared higher and higher.

Just wait. For today's humiliation, I will repay you a hundredfold someday!

Liu Fengshan raged helplessly inside. He climbed to his feet, straightened his Flying Fish Robe, pressed a hand to his Spring Embroidered Saber, and left the small courtyard expressionlessly.

Before long, what had happened that day spread throughout the Northern Commandery Investigation Bureau.

Liu Fengshan became the second laughingstock after Zhao Gaozhong, just as expected, and lost all face.

The Imperial Guards were all discussing it, while Bai Yan soon forgot Liu Fengshan. He was merely a stray dog, not worth taking to heart.

By then, Bai Yan had arrived at the archives, where he was searching for records concerning the Demonic Cult.

Bai Yan had also gained a clearer understanding of the Demonic Cult.

The Demonic Cult's origins far exceeded Bai Yan's imagination.

Previously, Bai Yan had thought the Demonic Cult was merely a Martial World sect, a gathering place for members of the unorthodox martial factions.

At most, it had more experts. It was not much different from ordinary Martial World sects.

The reason it opposed the Imperial Court was that the Imperial Court had repeatedly sent troops to suppress the Demonic Cult, creating a deep feud between the two sides.

But after consulting the archives, Bai Yan learned that the Demonic Cult was nothing like the simple organization it appeared to be on the surface.

The Demonic Cult was indeed a Martial World sect, but at the same time, it was also a dynasty!

That's right—a dynasty.

The Demonic Cult's true identity was that of the remnants of the previous dynasty.

The current Cult Master, Yuchi Lingtian, was actually a direct descendant of the previous dynasty's imperial family—a genuine imperial nobleman who carried the bloodline of emperors.

The Demonic Cult had three demonic heads and six protectors, known as the Three Emperors and Six Venerables. Every one of them was an unparalleled expert at the Grandmaster level.

Moreover, more than half of those nine people had the blood of the previous dynasty's imperial family flowing through their veins, and every one of them possessed an exalted status.

Back then, Great Yu destroyed the previous dynasty and seized the realm, causing the previous dynasty's imperial bloodline to scatter throughout the Martial World and be hunted down everywhere.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the remnants of the previous dynasty founded the Azure Lotus Sect under the leadership of the imperial family, dedicating themselves to restoring the dynasty.

After years of development, the Demonic Cult now contained not only the remnants of the previous dynasty, but also many members of unorthodox Martial World sects and criminals wanted by the Imperial Court. It was completely set against Great Yu.

They had even been secretly recruiting troops and training an army.

It was no exaggeration to call the Demonic Cult a rebel army.

No wonder the Demonic Cult's strength far surpassed that of ordinary Martial World sects and could rival the righteous alliance.

A Martial World sect and a rebel army were ultimately two different things.

On the battlefield, a strictly disciplined army possessed combat power far beyond that of highly skilled but scattered fighters.

No wonder the Imperial Court regarded the Demonic Cult as a grave threat and sent troops to suppress it repeatedly. So they were remnants of the previous dynasty.

As expected, ancient dynasties could never do without this restoration-of-the-dynasty drama.

Except this restoration movement is far too brazen. They're practically displaying it in broad daylight.

Bai Yan set down the records and shook his head with a laugh.

A day passed, but Bai Yan found no useful clues.

However, Bai Yan had anticipated this situation long ago.

These days, in Yongtang City, it was not only the Imperial Guards—even the Six Doors and the Eastern Depot were exerting themselves to track down the Demonic Cult's whereabouts. The entire city was on tenterhooks.

The Demonic Cult had certainly gone into hiding long ago and would not reveal any flaws easily.

In truth, Bai Yan was not all that eager to capture the remnants of the Demonic Cult, because the system had not issued him a mission.

If he could catch them, that would be best. If he couldn't, it did not matter. He was indifferent.

In the blink of an eye, evening arrived, and it was time to leave work.

"Captain Bai, want to go to Baiwei Tower? My treat today."

As soon as he reached the entrance of the Pacification Bureau, a hundred-household officer came over with a smile to greet him.

Bai Yan smiled and waved his hand, politely declining.

"Not today. I already have plans."

"Oh? Is it with a woman?"

"Which young lady is she? How old is she? Is she pretty?"

That hundred-household officer's eyes lit up, and he put on a gossipy smile.

Hearing this, several Imperial Guards nearby also crowded over, their faces full of eager anticipation.

Facing everyone's gazes, Bai Yan smiled.

"The woman I've set my sights on is naturally a refined young lady from a prominent family. She's beautiful and exceptionally graceful. As for who she is, that's temporarily confidential."

"I'll be getting married in a few days. You'll naturally know then."

"What? You're already betrothed?"

A hundred-household officer said regretfully, "I was actually planning to introduce my younger sister to Captain Bai."

"Exactly, exactly. My younger sister heard about Captain Bai's heroic deeds and admires you tremendously."

"What a pity. We were just one step too late, one step too late."

Several hundred-household officers sighed regretfully.

"Hahahaha, it's not too late, not too late. So what if Captain Bai is taking a wife? He can still take concubines."

A hundred-household officer threw back his head and laughed heartily.

"A great man having three wives and four concubines is perfectly ordinary. If any of you are interested, you can still marry your sisters to Captain Bai."

At those words, the many hundred-household officers' eyes lit up.

You couldn't say he was wrong. This hundred-household officer really had a point!

If it were anyone else, they might have let it go. But this was Bai Yan—a young prodigy who had already reached the Connate Realm, a favored man in His Majesty the Emperor's eyes. Becoming a thousand-household officer in the future was practically guaranteed, and his prospects were as open as a broad road.

Having their sisters marry a future thousand-household officer as concubines would still count as them coming out ahead!