Transmigrating into the Demonic Cult

Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

Yin Underworld Ghost Sect.

Inside a massive cavern, the air was thick with ghastly ghost energy.

Lu Li stood in the center of the great hall, brow furrowed, head bowed.

Like him, the nine other inner-sect disciples beside him were tense and uneasy, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Before them, an old man in black robes sat upon a White Bone Throne, his eyes scarlet as a ghost's, his entire body radiating a terrifying pressure like a towering mountain.

This man was Lu Li's master, Ghost Demon True Person, a cultivator at the late stage of the Golden Core, known for his bloodthirsty and murderous nature.

If anything displeased him even slightly, he would kill to vent his rage.

"Three months have passed. Today, I shall examine your cultivation."

Ghost Demon True Person spoke.

His voice was cold and bone-chilling, as if it could freeze a person's soul into ice.

As he spoke, he raised a finger: "Xiao Yan, you go first."

"Yes."

The disciple named stepped forward, trembling with fear, and said with utmost respect: "Master, this disciple specializes in the Blood Devouring Demon Art. Please, Master, inspect it."

With that, he began to circulate his cultivation technique.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Accompanied by the sound of rushing river water, a streak of bright red blood energy emerged from the center of his brow, swirling around his body with great agility.

This was the Blood-Devouring Demonic Qi refined by the Blood Devouring Demon Art.

Once unleashed upon an enemy, it could drain their blood and vitality in the blink of an eye—a truly bizarre and terrifying feat.

"You have agility, but lack demonic nature. In the future, you must consume more fresh blood; the blood energy of cultivators is best."

Ghost Demon True Person said with a cold face.

"This disciple thanks Master for the guidance."

The disciple named Xiao Yan wiped away his sweat, bowed respectfully, and retreated back into the ranks.

"Han Li, your turn."

Following that, Ghost Demon True Person called another name.

The disciple named Han Li stepped out of the ranks, his face deathly pale, and bowed tremblingly: "This disciple practices the White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm. Please, Master, inspect it."

He began to demonstrate the technique in the hall, his force fierce and his moves sharp.

But halfway through, Ghost Demon True Person let out a cold snort: "Hmph, your White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm is soft and weak, lacking even a shred of killing intent. You must have only been practicing on chickens, ducks, tigers, and leopards. What use are you!"

As the words fell.

Swish.

A streak of black energy flew from his body, transforming mid-air into a ten-meter-long black serpent. It opened its hideous maw and swallowed the disciple in one gulp.

"Ah! Master, no..."

The disciple only had time for a single scream before being swallowed into the serpent's belly.

Under the horrified gazes of the others, the black serpent coiled, shrank, and turned into a bead of blood, floating slowly back to Ghost Demon True Person.

Ghost Demon True Person opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the blood bead. His scarlet eyes shot out a cold, chilling light: "Hmph, This Seat does not keep trash in his sect! If you do not work hard at your cultivation, this is your fate!"

"This disciple understands."

The group of disciples bowed hurriedly.

Several of them were trembling uncontrollably.

At the back of the line, Lu Li did not tremble, but his expression was bitter.

He chanted silently in his heart, summoning his system panel.

Host: Lu Li.

Realm: Qi Refining, First Layer.

Blood Devouring Demon Art: First Layer (Progress 1%).

White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm: First Layer (Progress 5%).

Seven Kill Fist: First Layer (Progress 0%).

Spirit Ghost Phantom Step: First Layer (Progress 10%).

The system panel was very simple.

But it was indeed his cheat.

That's right, Lu Li was a transmigrator.

Before transmigrating, he was a game developer working on an idle game, only to die from overwork.

After transmigrating, he became an entry-level disciple of the Yin Underworld Ghost Sect.

The game he had just finished developing also transformed into his cheat, allowing any cultivation technique he learned to cultivate itself automatically.

However:

"Your Blood Devouring Demon Art is feeling depressed due to a lack of human blood consumption, and your cultivation has regressed."

"Your White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm has made zero progress because you only kill chickens and ducks, leaving it unsatisfied."

"Your Seven Kill Fist is highly dissatisfied with your kind heart, and your cultivation has regressed."

"Your Spirit Ghost Phantom Step has insufficient energy due to a lack of fused vengeful ghost soul power, and your cultivation has made zero progress."

Looking at the entries in the system log, Lu Li sighed inwardly.

He simply couldn't bring himself to cross that line.

Furthermore, his strength was too weak; he couldn't even defeat the outer sect handymen. Even if he hardened his heart to practice the demonic arts, he wouldn't be able to kill anyone.

Just as he was thinking this, a scream of "Ah!" reached his ears.

Someone else had been devoured!

Lu Li looked up and realized that with only two people left, it was his turn next.

Was he going to die again?

Looking at Ghost Demon True Person on the White Bone Throne, a sense of powerlessness welled up in Lu Li's heart.

"Hmph, the Seven Kill Fist requires killing oneself before killing others. What kind of garbage are you practicing? Die!"

Ghost Demon True Person let out a cold snort.

Bang.

The entry-level disciple who had just gone up to demonstrate his technique exploded and died.

Not long after.

"The Spirit Ghost Phantom Step should be as fast as a ghost, but your footwork is slower than my grandmother who has been dead for years. Die!"

Ghost Demon True Person's murderous voice rang out once more.

Bang.

Another entry-level disciple exploded on the spot, turning into a sky full of blood mist, which was then directly absorbed by the enraged Ghost Demon True Person.

Then, a cold, bone-chilling gaze swept over Lu Li.

Lu Li sighed inwardly, his face turning somewhat pale.

It was his turn!

"Hmm? Lu Li, what the hell are you doing? The four demonic arts I passed down to you show absolutely no progress?" Suddenly, Ghost Demon True Person flashed before Lu Li and asked with a sinister tone.

"..."

Lu Li gave a bitter smile, not knowing how to answer.

Should he say, "I'm a good person, so I'm not suited for practicing demonic arts"?

Saying that would definitely get him killed.

Therefore, Lu Li racked his brain, forced himself to be brave, and bowed solemnly: "Master, I have already comprehended the techniques. Please give this disciple one more month, and I will surely satisfy you!"

"Hmph! If it weren't for your decent aptitude, I would have slapped you into a pumpkin pancake! I'll give you one more month. If you still haven't mastered them by then, I will skin you, stuff you with grass, and refine you into a straw doll!"

Ghost Demon True Person said grimly.

Skin him and stuff him with grass?

Upon hearing this, Lu Li's heart trembled, and his face turned deathly pale.

Swish.

Ghost Demon True Person flashed back to his White Bone Throne, his gaze cold and piercing: "I am very dissatisfied with this inspection! If you are all still such trash next month, you will all die! Get out!"

With that, he flicked his large sleeve.

A violent gust of wind whipped up.

In an instant, the remaining seven entry-level disciples were swept out of the cave dwelling.

"This disciple takes his leave."

The seven entry-level disciples dared not show any anger; they bowed once more before turning to leave.

Before leaving, a few fellow disciples cast gloating glances at Lu Li.

In the Yin Underworld Ghost Sect, a Golden Core elder usually only took two or three disciples at a time. They were hoping that someone with good aptitude like Lu Li would die soon so that they could become the true disciples of Ghost Demon True Person.

What should he do now?

Lu Li stood halfway up the mountain, gazing at the endless sea of clouds before him, feeling lost.

Could he only wait for death?

Would he transmigrate again?

However, the Yin Underworld Ghost Sect is a demonic sect that specializes in raising ghosts and refining souls; to be killed by the Ghost Demon True Person is to have one's soul scattered and dissipated for certain.

Is it possible to transmigrate again?

Besides, in this world of immortals and demons, if one does not cultivate immortality, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?

Thinking of this, Lu Li felt a bit unreconciled.

He must work hard at cultivation!

But even if he hardened his heart, he wouldn't be able to improve his cultivation much in a month.

After much deliberation, the only way was to choose a demonic art suitable for himself, cultivate it rapidly, and demonstrate a progress that would satisfy the Ghost Demon True Person.

He must go to the Scripture Depository once more!

Having made up his mind, Lu Li followed the mountain path, walking briskly toward the Scripture Depository.