Practice More If You're Bad!

"Demon Venerable Tournament?"

The three Demonic Cultivators from Bloodsoul Valley stared blankly at the conspicuous slogan.

"Is this something that can be discussed openly?"

"What demonic sect is so brazen?"

"Has the living environment for us demonic sects improved now?"

Just as the three of them were bewildered, two Rogue Cultivators passed by nearby, excitedly discussing something.

"I'm telling you, those of the Demonic Dao have to be bold. Sneaking around and hiding all the time won't do. You have to take the initiative to seize Divine Mechanism Daoist's name and make others believe you. Only then can you cover for your other Demonic Dao teammates as they slaughter immortals of the sects at night."

The three Demonic Dao cultivators heard this and thought, good heavens—they were actually discussing how to massacre immortals of the sects on a broad street in broad daylight. This was far too Demonic Dao!

They were obviously fellow travelers!

Ding Zhen, the leader of the three from Bloodsoul Valley, leaned over and asked quietly:

"Doesn't Your Excellency fear being discovered by the immortals of the sects when impersonating Divine Mechanism Daoist? Once exposed, you'll die without even a burial ground."

The Rogue Cultivator laughed heartily. "With Divine Mechanism Daoist present, if we let him establish his identity, wouldn't we of the Demonic Dao become fish on the chopping block? He'll divine one and kill one—how could we then eliminate the immortals of the sects?"

"And if I claim to be Divine Mechanism Daoist and divine that someone is of the Demonic Dao, the other immortals of the sects don't understand divination anyway. How would they know I was wrong?"

Ding Zhen was greatly shocked upon hearing this. There were actually Demonic Dao comrades who were both so bold and so meticulous!

"But I still have a question. If you pretend to be Divine Mechanism Daoist and identify an actual disciple of the immortal sects as demonic, and he fights back fiercely, producing evidence, wouldn't your identity collapse without a blow?"

"Hahaha~ If Divine Mechanism Daoist identifies a true Demonic Dao infiltrator, wouldn't the Demonic Dao likewise prove their innocence?"

"I won't chat with you any longer. I still need to run a few more deductions with my fellow Daoist to prepare for tonight's Demon Venerable Tournament."

The two Rogue Cultivators left, still discussing all sorts of Demonic Dao maneuvers.

Ding Zhen's worldview had been thoroughly refreshed.

"To be able to see through human hearts like this—they truly deserve to be seniors capable of participating in the Demon Venerable Tournament. Their strength is terrifying beyond measure!"

His two subordinates hesitantly said, "But... Boss, I saw that his cultivation hadn't even reached the Qi Refining Stage. Can he compete to become Demon Venerable like that?"

All three of them had at least first-level Qi Refining Stage cultivation.

Ding Zhen gave a mysterious smile. "That man is outrageously bold. He even dares to impersonate Heavenly Mystery Daoist. How can you prove that the realm he displayed is real?"

"Hiss~" The two subordinates sucked in cold breaths.

As the three walked through the streets of Bluestone County, nearly every cultivator they encountered was discussing the Demon Venerable Tournament, with all manner of Demonic Dao methods emerging one after another.

The sinister and cunning school: disguise yourself as an immortal sect disciple, resolutely follow the immortals of the sects, and when necessary, spare no expense even in trampling your Demonic Dao friends to death, until you have earned everyone's trust.

The self-inflicted injury school: immediately kill yourself in front of everyone, then gamble on a Medicine Sect elder saving your life. This would successfully rid you of suspicion as a Demonic Dao cultivator, allowing you to infiltrate the immortal sects and secretly kill them one by one.

There was even one group whose tactic made Ding Zhen, a Demonic Dao cultivator himself, shudder with dread.

The self-detonation style!

As long as the Demonic Dao leader pinpointed all the righteous immortals, he could command his subordinates to self-detonate one after another, buying himself time to strike. Once all three Demonic Dao teammates had successfully self-detonated, he could slaughter every immortal clean.

"Boss, this is the true Demonic Dao! We worked ourselves to the bone setting up a formation and drawing a bit of commoners' blood essence—it was like children playing house."

"After hearing the thoughts of the seniors in the Demon Venerable Tournament, I finally realized that we can achieve such heights. It truly makes one's blood boil. I will never regret entering the Demonic Dao in this life!"

Ding Zhen nodded in agreement. "In that case, there is no need for us to hide our identities as Demonic Dao cultivators. Let's join this Demon Venerable Tournament as well. Even if only to witness the bearing of these seniors, it will be well worth it."

Following the signboards Yang Shi had posted along the streets, the three arrived at Yang's Board Game Teahouse.

"Could this be the main headquarters of the Demonic Dao in Bluestone County?"

Yang Shi looked at the three masked Rogue Cultivators and grinned.

These three were really getting into character!

"You're here to register for the Demon Venerable Tournament, right?"

"That's right. The three of us... are from Bloodsoul Valley, and we have come to experience the methods of you Demonic Dao experts."

"Oh, alright. I've registered you. These are your score tokens. After finishing a match, bring the tokens to the main hall to record your scores."

After recording their names, Yang Shi pointed at the masks on their faces.

"You need to take those off. You can't wear them."

"Why? These conceal our auras. They are indispensable items for the Demonic Dao."

"No need. When you go on the field later, just wear the masks refined by Senior Brother Bai. Those can block your perception, making you unable to detect others' actions."

"Block... our own perception?"

"Yeah. Otherwise, how could you stop yourself from peeking at other people's actions at night?"

"But..." Seeing his two subordinates about to press further, Ding Zhen shook his head and pulled them away.

"This is a test of our ability to swiftly complete missions under insufficient information. It is part of the Demon Venerable's trial."

After Ding Zhen and his two companions watched several rounds of others playing Demonic Dao Kill, they had more or less memorized the rules.

"So it uses a deduction game to simulate how we of the Demonic Dao secretly kill people... I understand now!"

The three entered a game, and by chance, they were all on the Demonic Dao side.

After playing a few rounds, they were far too straightforward, constantly declaring they would slaughter someone's whole family. Everyone immediately picked them out, and the game ended quickly.

"I never thought being a Demonic Dao cultivator would be this hard!"

"How did those damned immortal sect disciples see through me? Did they secretly use a Dharma artifact to observe our nighttime actions?"

"No, Boss, that immortal sect disciple caught all three of us in the first round. There's definitely something wrong with him. I'm going to slaughter his whole family!"

The three had been beaten into a furious rage!

Bai Heyu, who was carrying the match, chuckled and waved his feather fan. Spiritual light flickered across it, while mist condensed into four large characters:

"Practice more if you're bad."

Seeing one subordinate about to draw the Bloodsong Sword and the other about to take out the Soul-Refining Banner, Ding Zhen hurriedly stopped them.

"If our skills are inferior, don't act rashly."

Not only had they never played Demonic Dao Kill before, they were no match in strength for this man pretending to be of the righteous path either!

And Bai Heyu, who had always been terrible at the game, had not expected himself to perform so well this round. He had blindly identified three demons in the first round. He could not explain why; it was as though his spiritual sense had guided him.

Could it be... that I really am a genius?

Over the following days, the three Demonic Dao cultivators were successively schooled by the Rogue Cultivators. Even when playing immortals, they would be deceived until they were dizzy and disoriented by those more cunning "Demonic Dao" players.

However, some kind-hearted Rogue Cultivators could not bear to watch the three get fooled back and forth like idiots, so they taught them a few tactics as well. In return, the three gratefully promised not to slaughter their whole families in the future.

The Demon Venerable Tournament grew more and more lively. Increasing numbers of Rogue Cultivators entered Bluestone County, and before the marketplace opened, more than three hundred Rogue Cultivators had already gathered!

The other three disciples of the Blackstone Sect removed their disguises and came out to maintain order, preventing any large-scale cultivator battles from breaking out in the city of mortals.

Ding Zhen's group of three, who constantly talked about slaughtering whole families, received a special warning.

By then, the three, immersed in Demonic Dao Kill, gradually realized that something was off.

"Wait, where did they just say they were disciples from?"