You Saved a Martial Artist Walking the Path of Heretical Demons

Inside the dilapidated temple, the lotus pedestal had fallen apart, and the deity statue once enshrined above it had long since vanished.

In one corner of the main hall, a huge hole had been smashed through the eastern wall, while spiderwebs draped the western side.

At this moment, within the main hall,

there were seven people. Some leaned against pillars, some sat casually on the floor, while others paced back and forth.

The seven varied in height and build, yet they shared one thing in common: a scar near where their necks met their shoulders.

That spot had not originally borne a burn scar, but a Blood Serpent Tattoo of the Blood Snake Cult.

Three years ago,

the Cui Family of Jing Prefecture had joined forces with the Governor's Office and the Profound Nether Platform to massacre the Blood Snake Cult, leaving it with devastating casualties. Those who survived had been left barely clinging to life, fleeing in every direction like rats crossing the street.

These seven were members of the Blood Snake Cult.

The Blood Serpent Tattoos greatly increased the danger of exposure, so they had no choice but to remove them.

"Han Zhou."

The tall, thin man leaning against the pillar tilted his head slightly and looked toward the middle-aged man standing before the lotus pedestal, unable to hold back any longer.

"It has already been a month, and we do not even have a basic place for the cult to stay. Do you still intend to have us keep following you around, hiding here and there?"

The fat man sitting on the ground agreed. "This old man's life is pretty good as it is. If you had not said you could restore the Blood Snake Cult to its former glory, I would never have followed you. A