Dao Heart Demonic Nature

Ling Fei's face turned pale with shock. "Director, how can Xiang Hui be the team leader? He..."

"What do you mean? This is an order. I have to answer to Mao Shan. What do you want me to do? I'm under a lot of pressure right now. You need to consider the bigger picture!" Director Zhang interrupted Ling Fei.

Helpless, Ling Fei took out a badge from his person and placed it on the table before leaving without another word.

Director Zhang let out a bitter smile, shook his head, and wanted to say something, but upon seeing Old Taoist Chen Yi in the room, he ultimately kept silent.

Not long after Ling Fei left, Director Zhang asked Old Taoist Chen Yi, "Ling Fei went to get his Master. But if it really is that person from back then, Daoist Ganji might be in trouble too!"

"It's all a muddled mess. The Demonic Dao cultivates incredibly fast, far surpassing the Daoist sects. If it truly is that person, even gathering the Four Grandmasters would be futile. The one who tied the knot must be the one to untie it!" Old Taoist Chen Yi said something that left Director Zhang completely bewildered.

"Ruoshui! Listen to me!" Xiang Hui shamelessly followed Ling Ruoshui in front of the office building.

"Hmph! You definitely played a trick. Otherwise, how could my brother not be the team leader while you are? There are plenty of people in the team with higher cultivation than you. You're telling me you didn't play a trick?" Ling Ruoshui spoke without holding back.

"How could I have played a trick? Director Zhang made that decision. It has nothing to do with me!" Xiang Hui put on an innocent expression.

"Do you take me for a fool? Don't think I don't know anything. Your Shu Mountain has long been displeased with our Kunlun. This incident must have been caused by you." After speaking, Ling Ruoshui turned and left without even looking at Xiang Hui, making him grit his teeth.

"Little vixen, you're quite smart, but I'll have you in my grasp sooner or later. Then, I'll make you wish you were dead but couldn't die!" Xiang Hui's face contorted into a ferocious expression. He waved his hand, and a figure flashed out – it was Xie Xiaohong.

"How is it? Have you found anything? I don't know which deity helped me out this time, actually killing four disciples from Mao Shan. If that hadn't happened, it would have taken a lot more effort to oust Ling Fei." Xiang Hui asked Xie Xiaohong smugly.

"Brother Hui!" Xie Xiaohong said with a troubled expression, "This matter is bigger than we imagined. I've inquired, and besides the four disciples from Mao Shan, there was also Old Taoist Chen Kong from Mount Ailao. That fellow was already a Transformation Stage expert thirty years ago. I also heard that it seems to be the work of a Demonic Dao expert."

"What? Even a Transformation Stage expert was killed? And by a Demonic Dao expert?" Xiang Hui gasped. As a legitimate disciple of Shu Mountain, Xiang Hui naturally knew what a Transformation Stage expert represented, especially one from thirty years ago. "It seems we shouldn't act rashly. Since someone is capable of killing a Transformation Stage expert, and they're from the Demonic Dao, we'd best not provoke them! People from the Demonic Dao will do anything. Killing someone on the street for a minor disagreement is child's play for them. They are completely lawless."

"Notify our few junior brothers from Shu Mountain to be careful on their missions. Don't get into conflicts with strange people. Let disciples from other sects handle any trouble," Xiang Hui instructed Xie Xiaohong.

"Should we inform the Sect Master?" Xie Xiaohong asked.

"No need for that. It would only cause more trouble. They might send Senior Brother out, and if he gets into a conflict with someone from the Demonic Dao, that would be bad. I'm counting on Senior Brother to deal with Ling Fei!" Xiang Hui sneered.

A wisp of ethereal mist rose, and Zhou Qing gently waved his hand, causing the mist to melt into the air and disappear. However, new mist immediately began to emerge.

Liao Xiaojin watched Zhou Qing meticulously arranging eight small, exquisite purple clay teapots. The teaware, no larger than a fingernail, constantly shifted on the table, appearing chaotic yet seemingly imbued with some kind of pattern.

Steam rose from the teapots, filling the room with the fragrance of tea, which was refreshing and cleared the mind upon inhalation.

Zhou Qing held a copy of Sima Chengzhen's Zuowang Lun in his left hand, reading it carefully, while his right hand secretly formed hand seals, controlling the movement of the teaware on the table. Not a single drop of tea spilled onto the tabletop as the cups moved. Occasionally, when a small teacup stopped steaming, a faint spark would shoot from Zhou Qing's right hand, and the tea would begin to steam again.

Their leisurely demeanor made Liao Xiaojin and Zhou Chen feel incredibly relaxed, carefree, and devoid of sorrow or joy, with a sense of serene emptiness pervading their hearts.

"When the heart is agitated, calm it with tranquility; when it is wicked, purify it with righteousness; when it desires, restrain it with letting go; when it is turbid, clarify it with purity." Zhou Qing slowly recited. Bang! A teacup suddenly shattered, followed by the explosion of the other teacups, sending scalding hot water splashing everywhere.

Zhou Qing waved his hand, and an invisible force enveloped the shattered teaware and the splashing water. True fire ignited, evaporating the water. The purple clay teaware melted, forming a fist-sized, perfectly round purple sphere that slowly fell to the ground without a sound.

"Huh!?" Liao Xiaojin and Zhou Chen were startled out of their serene state by the sound of the teacups exploding. They looked at Zhou Qing with puzzled expressions.

"Alas!" Zhou Qing sighed deeply. "This Blood-Devouring Divine Saber truly harms both the attacker and the target. The residual demonic nature has remained within me for over a month. Fortunately, I devised this method to suppress the demonic nature with Dao nature, otherwise, I don't know how long it would take to expel it."

It turned out that on that day, Zhou Qing had fully unleashed the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber to kill Old Taoist Chen Kong. At the last moment, Old Taoist Chen Kong self-destructed. Zhou Qing's internal organs were injured, and in a moment of distraction, a trace of the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber's violent, bloodthirsty demonic nature entered Zhou Qing's body. Although it wasn't a major issue, Zhou Qing cultivated Daoist techniques, and allowing the demonic nature to remain in his body was highly problematic. In future cultivation, he might easily fall into a qi deviation if he wasn't careful.

Liao Xiaojin was aware of this matter. However, thanks to Zhou Qing's ingenious method, it was almost like a form of enjoyment. Thus, every day, Zhou Chen would drag Liao Xiaojin to watch Zhou Qing heal. Strangely, their cultivation had inexplicably increased by a significant margin, reaching the middle to late stages of Qi Induction.

Looking at the purple clay sphere on the ground, which emitted a faint bloody aura within its purple glow, Zhou Chen asked curiously, "Why did it turn out like this? It doesn't look like melted purple clay at all. Could it be because it carried demonic qi?"

"This is merely the surface manifestation of the demonic qi. The inside remains unchanged. In our Daoist sect, when refining artifacts, at the highest level, we can fundamentally reverse an object's properties, turning stone into gold. This is where the Demonic Dao falls short. The Demonic Dao emphasizes rapid progress, while the Daoist sect emphasizes gradual advancement. Often, Daoist experts who have cultivated for decades are no match for Demonic Dao practitioners who have cultivated for only a decade or so. This is the brilliance of the Demonic Dao," Zhou Qing expounded. Although he himself wasn't entirely sure, he had to maintain his image in front of his disciples.

Fortunately, Liao Xiaojin was born into the Blood Clan and knew nothing about the Daoist or Demonic Dao. Zhou Chen, being born a Yao, was also not very knowledgeable. This allowed Zhou Qing to speak freely.

"By the way, how has Can Can been progressing recently?" Zhou Qing changed the subject before he revealed his ignorance.

"She's doing alright. She's already grasped the basics of the Soaring Sword Qi Art, and her flying sword skills are becoming quite proficient," Zhou Chen said, showing his utmost concern for his younger sister.