The top floor of the clubhouse was silent.
The arrival of this fierce-looking man had abruptly turned the atmosphere tense.
Astral qi billowed outward with every breath he took. It did not look as though he was deliberately displaying it to intimidate his enemies, but rather that he could not control his aura properly. Moreover, he was seething with anger, the light in his eyes flickering. His mental state did not seem particularly stable either.
As his hair bounced, a few raised, pointed tufts were visible on top of his head.
Listening to the people around him, Yue Wen immediately thought of a certain kind of Demonic Cultivator.
Most Demonic Cultivators were called followers of crooked paths because the legacies they cultivated harmed others. But there was one kind who were classified as Demonic Cultivators even if they did not harm anyone else: the "Medicine Dragons," who cultivated by pumping themselves full of powerful drugs.
Taking pills during ordinary cultivation or injecting drugs during battle was perfectly normal.
But some people, whether limited by their talent or driven by insatiable greed, completely disregarded safe dosages and sought out only the most potent drugs to inject. Many of these drugs were banned from public sale and circulated only on the black market.
What was wrong with injecting something to speed up my heavenly circuit when I cultivated? What was wrong with injecting something to improve my comprehension when I visualized? What was wrong with injecting something to help me last longer in bed? What was wrong with injecting something to boost my blood and qi in battle? What was wrong with injecting something to improve my affinity with the Great Dao during a breakthrough? What was wrong with injecting something to strengthen my soul when my memory got worse? What was