"Xu Wuyu is my target too. I'll do everything in my power to overtake him and defeat him." Huang Xiao could not help recalling how Zhao Xin'er's mother had called him "trash." It had stung him. He wanted to prove himself, and defeating Xu Wuyu was one way to do that. As for Cao Wuxin, Huang Xiao would not reach so far beyond his grasp. Even if he secretly harbored that thought, he had to defeat Xu Wuyu first before considering other opponents.
"It seems we share the same goal," Meng Jiu said with a smile. "Your flute playing seemed to carry a faint trace of demonic power just now. It must be some kind of demonic sound. I heard from those lucky enough to escape alive that you practice a Demonic Art. Looks like it's true."
"What, do you want to fight me too?" Huang Xiao asked with a smile.
Meng Jiu shook his head. "I can't concern myself with all that. Whether it's a Demonic Art or an evil skill, as long as you haven't slaughtered innocents, I'm not as hidebound as some of those old fellows. The moment they see someone practicing a Demonic Path or Evil Dao cultivation method, they start shouting for blood. Is that necessary? How could you possibly get your hands on a truly profound demonic or Evil Dao cultivation method anyway? So what if you practice one? What a fuss over nothing. Besides, you're from Poison God Valley. Even that poisonous skill, Power-Devouring Poison Force, comes from Poison God Valley. What's one more Demonic Art? Your own sect wouldn't blame you, so why should an outsider like me worry?"
"You can't quite put it that way. Plenty of Righteous Path geniuses throughout history have been ruined by demonic cultivation methods, so it's