No More Demon Cult Leader

Mo Xie stroked the greatsword, a regretful look on his face. "What a pity, it's only at the eighth rank."

After saying that, Mo Xie casually tossed the object aside, walked to the rocking chair in the courtyard, and plopped down on it.

Give me the clothes.

Shi Lao'er and Qi Laosan stepped forward and handed over the plate. Mo Xie waved his hand, and the plate was in his arms.

The two put their hands down, looked at each other, and seemed hesitant.

"Speak your mind." Mo Xie examined the robe, nodded in satisfaction. The style was quite nice, with a cape at the back, making it particularly stylish.

"Master, are you really not going to lead our Demon Sect back to its peak?" Shi Lao'er couldn't help but ask nervously.

"Go back to what peak? What peak? We've already been wiped out by the Vast Academy!" Mo Xie put his clothes and shoes into his spatial ring, looked up at the sun in the sky, and wondered when he should set off.

"But Master, during the five hundred years you were suppressed, our Demon Sect has never given up. We have been working hard and persevering, waiting for the day when you will lead us to restore our former glory!" Qi Laosan said emphatically. Perhaps because his tone was too excited, his spittle flew everywhere, and some of it even splashed onto Mo Xie's face.

"Ugh..." Mo Xie quickly wiped it away with a look of disgust, then took out the Investiture of the Gods scroll from his spatial ring, tapped it on the rocking chair, and said, "People shouldn't always live in the past. What past glory, what returning to the peak, that's all self-deception; we should look forward to a bright future, do you know what that means?"

Shi Lao'er and Qi Laosan stared at the Investiture of the Gods in Mo Xie's hand with suspicion, shaking their heads in silence.

"This thing is called the 'Investiture of the Gods'." Mo Xie with a mysterious expression.

"Investiture of the Gods?" Shi Lao'er and Qi Laosan looked at each other, still not understanding what it meant.

"This Investiture of the Gods was personally given to me by the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore. It is said that the owner is preparing to recruit a batch of new employees for the Bookstore. He is usually too busy with other matters to handle such things, so he specially made an Investiture of the Gods, wrote down the names of the new employees he needs to recruit on it, and then gave this Investiture of the Gods to me so that I could invite those whose names are on the list."

After Mo Xie finished speaking, he smiled smugly. In this day and age, being able to run the Mysterious Bookstore was an incredibly prestigious position. You have to know that even immortals have come from the Mysterious Bookstore. As the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore, he was naturally revered as a god by everyone.

Shi Lao'er and Qi Laosan, however, didn't care. They had never been to the Mysterious Bookstore, but they had heard that a celestial being had recently appeared there. However, it had little to do with them. They didn't care Immortal Realm such an ethereal realm as the celestial being. What they wanted was for the Demon Sect to regain its former glory of five hundred years ago and become the number one power on the Azure Dragon Continent.

Seeing their expressions, Mo Xie knew what they were thinking, so he waved his hand and said, "Alright, I understand what you mean, but my ambitions no longer lie here. You should find someone else to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Demon Sect."

"Master!" Shi Lao'er and Qi Laosan exclaimed in unison.

Mo Xie stood up from the rocking chair, touched the Investiture of the Gods in his hand, and said with a sigh, "This is a treasure! As long as I can invite all the people on it, they will be mine!"

"Whew!"

A gentle breeze swept by, and Mo Xie's figure vanished into thin air.

"From this day forward, I am no longer the Demon Cult Leader. Farewell, everyone. May you all find peace."

A distant voice drifted over, Mo Xie had already vanished, leaving only Shi Lao'er and Qi Laosan standing blankly in the courtyard.

After a long silence, Shi Lao'er sighed and said, "What do we do now? Even the sect leader is gone. Is the heavens truly going to destroy our Demon Sect?"

Qi Laosan stared silently in the direction Mo Xie had left, without uttering a single word.

"Qi Laosan, say something! What are we going to do now?" Shi Lao'er couldn't help but complain when he saw Qi Laosan acting like an idiot.

Upon hearing this, Qi Laosan couldn't help but cough and said awkwardly, "It seems that the sect leader also took away two of the sect's most treasured artifacts..."

"???"

Above the clouds, Mo Xie, now dressed in a dark-colored patterned robe and shoes, was flying aimlessly forward, occasionally glancing at her new attire.

"Alas! After thousands of years of existence, our Demon Sect only has these two things to offer. Compared to the Vast Academy, they are truly pathetic." Mo Xie sighed, then took out the Investiture of the Gods scroll and the God-Beating Whip before revealing a pleased expression.

"Fortunately, I've now acquired two even better treasures." Thinking of this, Mo Xie felt a surge of joy.

"Hmm... I should complete the task the shopkeeper assigned me first." Mo Xie put away the God-Beating Whip and then opened the scroll.

"Ding ding ding~~"

A flash of golden light appeared, and the names of thirty-six people appeared on the Investiture of the Gods. Mo Xie glanced at it briefly and found that there were even some people he knew among them.

"You guys are really going to have a stroke of good luck!" Mo Xie looked at these familiar names with envy.

Becoming an employee of the Mysterious Bookstore is something that most cultivators on the entire Azure Dragon Continent dream of. Even he, the Demon Cult Leader, sometimes wonders if he should apply for a job as Bookstore employee.

"I wonder if the thirty-six people here will be ranked according to their seniority based on the order of recruitment. Otherwise, I'll find a few old friends I'm close to, so as not to waste our friendship and lend them a hand." Mo Xie said this, his eyes immediately glanced at a corner.

"Qiu Yunzi, the current Supreme Elder of the Shangqing Sect, old friend, it's you!" Mo Xie waved his hand, the Investiture of the Gods disappeared, his body turned sideways, and the clouds beneath his feet carried him away at high speed.

The Shangqing Sect is a relatively young school, with a history of only over two thousand years. The school is located within the territory of the Qi State.

More than a thousand years ago, the Shangqing Sect a genius who reached the Spirit Saint realm at the age of five hundred, becoming famous throughout the Azure Dragon Continent. This also made the previously unknown Shangqing Sect known to the world. This genius was naturally Qiu Yunzi.

After more than a thousand years of development, under the protection of Qiu Yunzi, the Shangqing Sect has flourished, with each generation of outstanding disciples becoming more and more promising, making it one of the top schools in the State of Qi State.

Today is the last day of the Shangqing Sect's triennial new student recruitment competition. Early in the morning, the Shangqing Sect's square was crowded with novice cultivators participating in the competition.

The current leader of the Shangqing Sect, Ren Hongyuan, and the elders stood at the entrance of the main hall, watching this thriving scene with smiles on their faces.

"Congratulations, Sect Leader! Congratulations! This year's freshmen have produced quite a few promising talents!" An elder flattered him.

"Indeed! Especially that young man named Xiao Yan, who is exceptionally talented. Given time, his achievements will surely be no less than those of the Supreme Elder Qiu Yunzi!" another elder praised sincerely.

Ren Hongyuan stroked his beard and forehead, looking at a black-clad youth in the corner of the square with a look of satisfaction, and said, "This boy has a limitless future. I intend to take him as my personal disciple. What do you elders think?"

"Our sect leader has the discerning eye to recognize talent; it is truly a blessing for Shangqing!" the elders replied, bowing respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Ren Hongyuan's smile widened even further.

However, his smile vanished the next moment, and he frowned as he looked up at the sky. At the same time, the other elders also looked up at the sky.

"Phew~"

A gust of wind blew by, and a loud voice rang out. "Is Qiu Yunzi, the Supreme Elder of the Shangqing Sect, here?"