"If he really turned into a Demonic Cultivator and killed his enemy, why would he call for help?"
Yue Wen and the other two exchanged looks. That did seem suspicious. But the footage from the scene was real, and several girls had witnessed it firsthand. That probably wasn't false either.
Lin Qiusheng was indeed the prime suspect.
It was no wonder the Supernatural Affairs Bureau had reached that preliminary conclusion. Incidents like this weren't uncommon these days.
With the right connections, someone could buy a dose of a drug containing monster genes on the Black Market. Injecting it carried a chance of death, but anyone who survived could go from an ordinary person to a "monster-blood human" capable of cultivating.
These monster-blood humans changed in appearance, resembling monsters that had only partially taken human form. They were even worse off than monsters, because they gradually lost control of their vicious instincts. Their ultimate fate was always to go completely mad and become pure Demon Beasts. Turning into beasts was only a matter of time.
For ordinary people born with mortal bodies, defying fate to become cultivators naturally came at a price. Demon-Blood Humans had to become slaves to the Demon Race, while monster-blood humans lost the will to remain human. Both posed a major threat to society.
That was why the authorities classified all such artificially modified cultivators as "Demonic Cultivators."
Ordinary people living happy lives were unlikely to take that risk.
But what if my life was already hard, and someone with a little influence bullied me, leaving me no way to get revenge?
I'll just get an injection and take you down with me. If it fails, I die. If it works, I'll become a Demonic Cultivator and kill you first, then die myself a while later—that was