Transmigrated into the Demon Sect

Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The Yin Underworld Ghost Sect.

Inside a vast cavern, ghostly qi hung thick in the air.

Lu Li stood in the middle of the hall, head bowed and brows furrowed.

Just like him, the other nine new disciples stood nearby, tense and uneasy, barely daring to breathe.

Before them sat an old man in a black robe, perched on a White Bone Throne. His eyes were as crimson as a ghost's, and his whole body radiated a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain.

This man was Lu Li's master, Ghost Demon True Person, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator who reveled in killing and bloodshed.

If anything displeased him, he would kill someone to vent his anger.

"Three months have passed. Today, I'll inspect your cultivation."

Ghost Demon True Person spoke.

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

As he spoke, he raised a finger and pointed. "Xiao Yan, you first."

"Yes."

The new disciple whose name had been called answered and stepped forward in trepidation. With utmost respect, he said, "Master, I specialize in the Blood Devouring Demon Art. Please inspect me."

With that, he began circulating the technique.

Rumble, rush.

Accompanied by the sound of surging river water, a stream of scarlet blood qi emerged from between his brows, coiling around his body and spinning without pause, nimble and lively.

This was the Blood-Devouring Demonic Qi cultivated through the Blood Devouring Demon Art.

Once unleashed, it could pounce on an enemy and drain their blood and qi in the blink of an eye. It was a bizarre and terrifying ability.

"You have more than enough agility, but not enough demonic nature. You'll need to absorb more fresh blood from now on—ideally, the blood and qi of cultivators."

Ghost Demon True Person spoke impassively.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Xiao Yan wiped away his sweat, bowed respectfully, and returned to the ranks.

"Han Li, your turn."

Then Ghost Demon True Person called another name.

The new disciple named Han Li stepped out of formation. His face was deathly pale as he bowed in fear and trembling. "This disciple cultivates the White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm. Please inspect me, Master."

He began demonstrating the technique in the hall, his strikes powerful and his moves fierce.

But before he had gotten halfway through, Ghost Demon True Person gave a cold snort. "Hmph! Your White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm is limp and lifeless, without a trace of killing intent. I wager you've only ever tested it on chickens, ducks, tigers, and leopards. What use are you to me?"

As soon as the words fell,

whoosh!

A stream of black qi flew from his body, transforming midair into a ten-meter-long serpent. It opened its fearsome jaws and swallowed the disciple whole.

"Ah! Master, please—"

The disciple managed only a single scream before vanishing into the serpent's belly.

As everyone watched in terror, the black serpent coiled around itself and shrank, turning into a drop of blood that drifted slowly back to Ghost Demon True Person.

He opened his mouth and sucked the drop of blood into his belly. His crimson eyes gleamed with cold light. "Hmph! I don't keep useless trash under my roof. If you slack off in your cultivation, this will be your fate!"

"This disciple understands."

The disciples hurriedly bowed.

Several of them trembled from head to toe.

At the back of the formation, Lu Li wasn't trembling, but his face had turned bitter.

He silently summoned the system panel.

Host: Lu Li.

Realm: First Layer of Qi Refining.

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 simple.

But it was indeed his cheat.

That's right, Lu Li had transmigrated here.

Before transmigrating, he had been a game developer working on an idle game, but then he'd died suddenly.

After transmigrating, he had become a new disciple of the Yin Underworld Ghost Sect.

The game he'd been developing had turned into his cheat. Once he learned a technique, it could cultivate itself.

But—

"Your Blood Devouring Demon Art is dispirited because you haven't absorbed human blood, and its cultivation progress has regressed."

"Your White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm has made no progress because killing only chickens and ducks hasn't satisfied you."

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

"Your Spirit Ghost Phantom Step has made no progress because you haven't fused it with the soul power of a fierce ghost, leaving it short on energy."

Looking at the entries in the System Log, Lu Li sighed inwardly.

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

Besides, he was far too weak. He couldn't even beat an outer-sect servant. Even if he steeled himself to cultivate demonic arts, he couldn't kill anyone.

Just as he was thinking this, a scream rang in his ears.

Someone else had been swallowed!

Lu Li looked up and saw that only two people remained before his turn.

Was he going to die too?

Looking at Ghost Demon True Person on the bone throne, Lu Li felt a wave of helplessness rise in his heart.

"Hmph! Seven Kill Fist requires you to kill yourself before killing others. What kind of mess have you been practicing? Die!"

Ghost Demon True Person snorted.

Bang.

The new disciple who had just stepped forward to demonstrate his technique exploded.

Not long after,

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

Ghost Demon True Person's murderous voice rang out again.

Bang.

Another new disciple exploded on the spot, turning into a rain of blood mist, which Ghost Demon True Person sucked up in a fit of rage.

Then a bone-chilling gaze swept over Lu Li.

Lu Li sighed inwardly, his face paling.

It was his turn!

"Hm? Lu Li, what's going on with you? The four demonic arts I taught you haven't improved at all?" In a flash, Ghost Demon True Person appeared in front of Lu Li and asked in a sinister voice.

"..."

Lu Li smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer.

Should he say he was a good person and unsuited to cultivating demonic arts?

He'd be dead for sure if he said that.

So Lu Li's mind raced. He forced himself to summon his courage and bowed solemnly. "Master, I've thoroughly grasped the techniques. Please give me one more month. I'll make you satisfied!"

"Hmph! If I didn't think you had decent aptitude, I'd slap you into a pumpkin pie! I'll give you another month. If you still fail to make progress, I'll skin you, stuff you with straw, and turn you into a scarecrow!"

Ghost Demon True Person said menacingly.

Skin him and stuff him with straw?

Lu Li's heart gave a jolt, and his face went pale.

Whoosh.

Ghost Demon True Person flashed back to the White Bone Throne, his gaze icy. "I'm very dissatisfied with this inspection! If you're still this useless next month, you'll all die! Get out!"

With that, he swept a hand through the air.

A gust of wind surged.

In an instant, the seven remaining new disciples were swept out of the cavern.

"This disciple takes his leave."

The seven disciples didn't dare show their displeasure. They bowed once more before turning to leave.

Before going, several fellow disciples glanced at Lu Li with schadenfreude.

In the Yin Underworld Ghost Sect, a Golden Core elder usually took only two or three disciples at a time. They all wished Lu Li, a talented rival, would die soon, so one of them could become Ghost Demon True Person's Core Disciple.

What was he supposed to do now?

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

Was he doomed to die?

Would he transmigrate again?

But the Yin Underworld Ghost Sect was a sect in the Demon Sect devoted to raising ghosts and refining souls. If Ghost Demon True Person killed him, his soul would certainly be scattered.

Could he transmigrate again?

Besides, in this world of immortals and demons, wouldn't it be a waste to come here and not cultivate immortality?

Thinking of this, Lu Li felt a little unwilling to give up.

He had to work hard at cultivation!

But even if he steeled himself, he couldn't improve his cultivation much in a month.

After thinking it over, he saw only one way: choose a demonic art that suited him, cultivate it rapidly, and show Ghost Demon True Person progress that would satisfy him.

He had to go to the Scripture Depository again!

Having made up his mind, Lu Li hurried along the mountain path toward the Scripture Depository.