Practice More, Noob!

"Demon Lord... Championship?"

The three Blood Soul Valley demonic cultivators stared at the conspicuous banner, stunned.

"Is this something you can talk about openly?"

"What demonic cult dares to be so blatant?"

"Have our demonic cults' living conditions improved now?"

Just as the three were baffled, two rogue cultivators walked past, their faces excited as they chattered.

"I'm telling you, a demonic cultivator has to be bold. Always sneaking around in hiding won't cut it. You actively seize the Divine Strategist Daoist's title, make others submit to you, and only then can you cover for your demonic teammates to slaughter immortal sect members at night."

The three demonic cultivators listened—good heavens, discussing how to massacre immortal sect members in broad daylight on the street? That was too demonic!

Clearly, they were kindred spirits!

Ding Zhen, the leader of the three Blood Soul Valley demonic cultivators, sidled over and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, aren't you afraid of being discovered by immortal sect members impersonating the Divine Strategist Daoist? Once exposed, you'll die without a burial place."

That rogue cultivator laughed heartily: "If the Divine Strategist Daoist were present and let him confirm his identity, wouldn't we demonic cultivators be fish on the chopping block? He divines one and kills one—how could we ever eliminate immortal sect members?"

"But if I claim to be the Divine Strategist Daoist and divine someone as a demonic cultivator, the other immortal sect members don't understand divination—how would they know I'm wrong?"

After hearing this, Ding Zhen was deeply shocked. There were actually demonic comrades this bold and meticulous!

"But I still have one question. If you pretend to be the Divine Strategist Daoist and the person you divine is actually an immortal sect disciple, and he vehemently refutes you with proof, wouldn't your identity... collapse on its own?"

"Hahaha~ If the Divine Strategist Daoist divines a real demonic mole, wouldn't the demonic side prove themselves the same way?"

"Enough chatting with you—I still need to run a few more rounds with my comrade to prepare for tonight's Demon Lord Championship."

The two rogue cultivators left, still discussing various demonic tactics.

Ding Zhen's worldview was thoroughly refreshed.

"To see through human hearts so keenly—no wonder he's a senior strong enough to compete in the Demon Lord Championship! Terrifying like this!"

His two subordinates stammered: "But... boss, I saw his cultivation isn't even at Qi Refining. Can he really run for Demon Lord?"

The three of them were at least at the first layer of Qi Refining.

Ding Zhen smiled mysteriously: "This man is audacious enough to impersonate even the Divine Strategist Daoist. How can you prove the realm he shows is real?"

"Sss~" The two subordinates sucked in a cold breath.

Walking through the streets of Qingshi County, almost every cultivator they encountered was discussing the Demon Lord Championship, with all sorts of demonic schemes emerging endlessly.

The insidious and cunning type: Disguise as an immortal sect disciple, stick close to immortal sect members, and when necessary, trample even demonic allies to death without hesitation, until gaining everyone's trust.

The self-sacrifice type: Directly commit suicide in front of everyone, then gamble on a Medicine Sect Elder stepping in to save them, thus shaking off suspicion of being a demonic cultivator, infiltrate the immortal sect, and then pick them off one by one in secret.

One group's tactics even made Ding Zhen, a demonic cultivator himself, shudder.

The self-destruct style!

As long as the demonic leader pinpointed all the righteous immortals, he'd command his underlings to self-destruct one by one, buying himself time to strike. Once all three demonic teammates had successfully self-destructed, he could slaughter all the immortals.

"Boss, now that's true demonic cultivation! All our effort setting up formations and draining a bit of mortal essence feels like child's play."

"Hearing the thoughts of the seniors in the Demon Lord Championship, I finally realize what heights we can achieve. It's thrilling. No regrets joining the demonic path in this life!"

Ding Zhen nodded in approval: "In that case, we don't need to hide our demonic identities. Let's join this Demon Lord Championship too—even just witnessing the seniors' brilliance would be excellent."

The three followed the signs Yang Shi had plastered on the streets and arrived at Yang's Board Game Tea House.

"Is this the demonic headquarters of Qingshi County?"

Yang Shi looked at the three rogue cultivators wearing masks and chuckled.

These guys were really getting into character!

"You're here to sign up for the Demon Lord Championship, right?"

"Yes, the three of us are from Blood Soul Valley, here to test our skills against all you demonic experts."

"Oh, alright. I've registered you. Here are your score cards. After your match, bring the card to the hall to record your points."

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

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

"Why? This is for concealing my aura—a must-have for demonic cultivators."

"No need. Once you're on stage, you'll wear the masks Senior Brother Bai refined. Those block your own perception, so you can't detect others' movements."

"Block... our own perception?"

"Exactly, or else how do we stop you from peeking at others' night actions?"

"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 complete tasks quickly with insufficient information—part of the Demon Lord's trial."

After watching a few rounds of others playing the Demonic Cultivator Kill game, Ding Zhen and his group had mostly memorized the rules.

"So it's a deduction game simulating how we demonic cultivators kill in secret... I get it now!"

Three people stepped down, all coincidentally being Demonic Cultivators.

After a few rounds, because they were too straightforward and kept talking about killing entire families, they were all singled out and the game ended quickly.

"Who knew being a Demonic Cultivator was this hard!"

"How did those damned Immortal Sect Disciples see through me? Did they use a magic tool to spy on our nighttime movements?"

"No way, boss, that Immortal Sect Disciple caught all three of us in the first round—there's definitely something wrong. I'm going to kill his whole family!"

The three were raging hot!

As the MVP of this round, Bai Heyu chuckled lightly, waving his feather fan. Spiritual light flickered on it, and water vapor condensed into four large characters:

"Noob, just practice more."

Seeing one of his underlings about to draw the Blood Cry Sword and another reaching for the Soul Refining Banner, Ding Zhen quickly stopped them:

"We're outmatched, don't act rashly."

It wasn't just that they couldn't play Demonic Cultivator Kill—they were no match in strength for this man pretending to be a righteous cultivator either!

And Bai Heyu, who had always been terrible, never expected to perform so well this round, blind-picking three Demonic Cultivators in the first turn. He couldn't explain why either—it felt like Spiritual Sense was guiding him.

"Could it be... I'm a genius?"

In the following days, the three Demonic Cultivators were taken turns being schooled by various Rogue Cultivators. Even when playing as immortals, they were fooled left and right by those more cunning 'Demonic Cultivators.'

However, some kind-hearted Rogue Cultivators couldn't bear to watch the three get tricked around like fools and taught them a few tactics, earning the trio's gratitude—they promised not to kill their families anymore.

The Demon Lord Championship was in full swing, with more and more Rogue Cultivators entering Qingshi County. Before the market even opened, over 300 Rogue Cultivators had gathered!

The other three disciples of the Xuan Shi Sect removed their disguises and came out to maintain order, preventing large-scale duels from breaking out in the mortal city.

Ding Zhen's group, who kept threatening to kill entire families, received a stern warning.

At this point, the three, now obsessed with Demonic Cultivator Kill, gradually sensed something was off.

"Wait... which sect did they just say they were from?"