The One in Whom All Evildoers Place Their Trust

In the western Great Marsh, on the oasis of the Hall of Longevity's old lair, everything remains in perfect order.

Protector Xiong remained to guard this place, and disciples were stationed at each of the formations to maintain them.

The sun shines brightly, and the flowers are red and the willows are green.

Protector Xiong stood at the entrance of the main hall, leaning on his sword. After a while, he began to doze off.

The Hall of Longevity begins with the Black Sha Art. After cultivating to a certain level, one can be taught the superior technique, the Heavenly Mill Blood Sha Divine Art.

Time, like a millstone, grinds away the Spirit Blood. To attain immortality, one must replenish blood with blood.

When Protector Xiong first began practicing this method, he had a slight misunderstanding of the general principles and embarked on a path of excessive eating. Within a year, his weight increased tenfold, his blood became as thick as porridge, and its color turned white.

The techniques of the Demonic Sect are so dangerous. If someone has a slightly mixed foundation, even if they are of demonic origin, such a sudden increase in weight would probably kill them.

Fortunately, Protector Xiong had already established a relationship with Wu Shanjun and, with Wu Shanjun's guidance, mastered a method for purifying Blood Sha.

The occasional drowsiness was precisely the process of purifying the Blood Sha.

At this moment, Protector Xiong became even more alert, vaguely sensing an aura approaching from outside the oasis. He suddenly took to the air and opened his eyes to look.

On the marshland outside the oasis, a long procession of bridal sedan chairs was seen, accompanied by music and fanfare, heading this way.

The person at the front rode White Horse, seemingly the groom welcoming the bride. He wore a red robe, with a red silk flower hanging on his chest, a jade-like face and red lips, and his hair was tied up with a golden crown.

The servants and attendants following the groom were all burly men, carrying large, red-lacquered chests.

The people carrying the bridal sedan chair and playing the suona horn behind were all weasels standing upright, each as big as a ten-year-old child.

They swayed their heads and treaded on the water, their long noses and pointed mouths, their naturally curved lips, all resembling a smiling face.

The bridal sedan chair also differed from the usual style, with gold thread on a red roof and red gauze hanging on all four sides.

The bride in the sedan chair had her hands folded and resting on her knees, her red veil embroidered with intricate golden dragons, phoenixes, and auspicious clouds.

As the bridal sedan chair moved forward, the red veil swayed slightly, revealing the lower half of the bride's face.

Her neck was as white as snow, her face Ruyu, and her pale lips were slightly curved. Even just half of her face was breathtakingly beautiful, arousing endless reverie.

Upon seeing such a group, Protector Xiong's expression turned serious.

"Sect Leaders, my Master requests that you both travel to the outer Heavenly Wolf Sect and Incense Valley, respectively. I've heard you've both agreed."

"Why are you now dressed as a mortal, laughing and joking, and coming to my headquarters?"

The groom who was welcoming the bride was the head of the Corpse Joy Palace. Although he looked like a handsome and dashing young man, he was actually an old zombie who had lived for an unknown amount of time.

The person inside the bridal sedan chair behind was none other than the Master of Hehuan Sect.

"Hahaha, Old Xiong, you're getting rounder and rounder."

Upon seeing the Protector Xiong in the air, the Master of Corpse Joy Palace couldn't help but drool, her appetite whetted.

He was a zombie who emerged from a grave and cultivated into a demon. He loved to eat plump, hot flesh and had long wanted to taste the Protector Xiong.

Unfortunately, the bear is quite powerful, Wu Shanjun is even more formidable.

"Shanjun is being dishonest. The Heavenly Wolf Sect sent so many people, but when it came to Incense Valley, he sent only my family to block their door."

The Master of Corpse Joy Palace shook her head, then said with boundless joy, "Fortunately, Huan'er cares about me and will go with me in her true form."

"I've been thinking, we've been married for a long time, and we haven't yet invited some respected elders to meet us. The old monks in the temple aren't suitable, and the head of the Heavenly Wolf Sect isn't older than me."

"Perfect! Let's dress up as a wedding procession and go to Incense Valley to show the elders what's going on, and also to bring good luck to my husband and me, hoping we'll grow old together."

As the other person spoke, the Protector Xiong's eyes kept darting back and forth between his two bear paws, and he really wanted to roar.

This Master of Corpse Joy Palace is indeed spouting nonsense.

"You jest, Your Highness."

Protector Xiong said with difficulty, "You are a zombie, so you are not afraid of most Witch Dao curses. Moreover, you have cultivated the balance of Yin and Yang in your zombie body, which is extremely rare. You are least afraid of being restrained by the magic of Incense Valley."

"With your family alone, you're enough to hold back the experts from Incense Valley. Our sect leader only brought one family's strength to intercept Tianyin Temple."

"This arrangement is precisely to ensure a greater chance of victory in the battle Heavenly Wolf Sect."

The collusion between these two sect leaders was widely known within the Demonic Sect.

The Master of Hehuan Sect seems to have a penchant for sleeping on corpses.

However, even with spells cast on ordinary corpses, it wouldn't take too long, and ordinary zombies are even more bland and tasteless.

The Master of Corpse Joy Palace possesses an extremely Yin constitution and has cultivated great desire, thus having the inclination towards dual cultivation.

The Master of Hehuan Sect and he hit it off immediately, using the Master of Corpse Joy Palace Le to filter out their own overly impure essence.

During this process, the Master of Corpse Joy Palace also received a large amount of vital essence, cultivating a state of yin and yang in harmony.

He's a zombie; he doesn't care about whether something is mixed or not. As long as it's essence, energy, and blood, he can use it.

Although Protector Xiong had a bad temper, he didn't want to provoke two sect leaders at once, so he could only explain while cursing the adulterers in his heart.

"Pity."

The Master of Hehuan Sect's gentle voice drifted over, "The battle at Tianyin Temple was not entirely successful, and in the battle at the Heavenly Wolf Sect, our Divine Sect suffered an even greater defeat."

"Upon receiving the news, I came here first to await Brother Shanjun's return for further discussion."

Upon hearing this, Protector Xiong was startled and was about to ask for more details.

Many dark figures have already flown in from the distant sky.

It was the Master of the Hall of Longevity who returned with thousands of disciples.

"Hehuan!"

Although they were far apart, Wu Shanjun had already heard the conversation of the Master of Hehuan Sect.

"Your true body didn't go to the Heavenly Wolf Sect, so you must have left a Dao Companion Puppet there, which is why you know the inside story."

"But how did you find out about Tianyin Temple so quickly?"

Wu Shanjun hovered in mid-air, its imposing presence conveying a sense of questioning.

The Master of Hehuan Sect was not annoyed, and smiled, "The puppet of the Heavenly Wolf Sect is the most precious treasure of our sect. There is only that one, but I also personally made a younger Dao Companion Puppet."

"An elder of the Hall of Longevity also deeply loves this art, and I naturally feel obligated to share it. He usually keeps it tucked into his sleeve and carries it with him at all times."

What the Dao Companion Puppet knew, the Master of Hehuan Sect naturally knew as well.

Wu Shanjun coldly turned around, glanced at his many disciples, and did not ask any further questions for the time being. He then descended and invited the two sects into the hall.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The Master of Corpse Joy Palace burst into laughter as soon as he entered.

"Brother Shanjun seems to be in a bad mood, but if you think about it carefully, among the top experts, we only lost three, while the righteous path lost four."

Even considering the total number of casualties, despite the many monks killed or wounded at Tianyin Temple, we still emerged victorious in this battle.

He glanced at Shuhui, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Brother Dao, you've already made your move so early, turning your enemy into a piece. Your calculations are profound; I humbly admit defeat."

Shuhui straightened her back. "Years ago, Protector Ma and I were sworn brothers. How could we be enemies? Qingyun Sect is just a fleeting visitor in my life; the Divine Sect is my true home!"

Upon hearing this, the Master of Corpse Joy Palace looked surprised, clapped his hands in admiration, and examined the person even more closely.

"Very well, very well. I'll teach you the way of the Dao, nurture you for a hundred years, and you'll be a passerby in my life. I'll strike you with my palm and Busha your life; you'll be my home."

"Such a character is truly worthy of being a member of our sect!"

Shuhui's face flushed red: "I joined the Divine Sect because—"

Wu Shanjun raised his hand, stopping their conversation.

"Corpse Joy, Hehuan, you've come today because you understand that the visitor from beyond the realm is a disadvantageous variable for us."

"The Asura Blood Sha actually favors him quite a bit; we really must be wary."

The Master of Hehuan Sect asked softly, "Does the Shanjun have a plan to deal with this?"

"Our Hall of Longevity's cultivation method begins with the Black Sha as an entry-level practice. Upon reaching the advanced stages, one must switch to cultivating the Blood Sha. This is because we cultivate the Dao using a human body, and ultimately, we must preserve our life force in order to progress further—"

Wu Shanjun said slowly, "However, the quality of the Blood Sha we cultivate cannot compare with that of the Asura Blood Sha."

"Using one's own power to guide the Asura Blood Sha would only make the Asura Blood Sha feel that it is lowering its own quality, which is why it dislikes it by nature."

"If I change my cultivation method and focus solely on the Black Sha, utilizing the methods of controlling the Life and Death Twin Sha, such as making bait to lure giant fish, it would be easier to tame the Asura Blood Sha."

Both the Protector Xiong and the Protector Ma were greatly alarmed upon hearing this.

Having cultivated to the level of Wu Shanjun, suddenly changing one's cultivation method to solely cultivate Black Sha Death Qi would inevitably carry considerable risks.

The two sect leaders also paused slightly due to Wu Shanjun's decision.

"Isn't this Taiji?"

Even the Master of Corpse Joy Palace couldn't help but say, "Just as I said, our Divine Sect still holds the advantage."

Wu Shanjun waved his hand.

"Such nonsense as 'having the upper hand' is fine to say to the enemy during a battle; it's just to demoralize them."

"Is the only wish of our Divine Sect to be dominant? Even if that's the Divine Sect, the ambitions of our Hall of Longevity go far beyond that!"

Wu Shanjun stared at the two sect leaders before him.

"When I change my cultivation method, two protectors will definitely guard me on either side, but there are still a large number of their disciples and followers in the main altars of the Spirit Mountain Hall, Heavenly Lantern Pavilion, and other places."

"Please lead your disciples to gather them all together, and prevent them from fighting amongst themselves, splitting up, or running off with the treasure after hearing the news."

No one knows what the Demonic Sect is like better than Wu Shanjun.

Forces like Spirit Mountain Hall would be terrified once they heard that their leader had died suddenly.

The news spread in the morning, and by the afternoon they would have beaten their fellow disciples out of their heads.

The Master of Corpse Joy Palace pondered, "If you tame the Asura Blood Sha, annihilate that visitor from beyond the realm, shoot down the Heavenly Wolf, and destroy the Incense Burner, it will be as easy as turning your hand."

"What use are those disciples and followers in this kind of battle? Why bother with them?"

Wu Shanjun looked at the small cauldron in his hand.

"The great path is like a towering peak, which I am determined to climb. On this journey, only those who share the same path can serve as my limbs and claws."

"Since they are my henchmen, I'll wait until they become strong and effective; how can I easily destroy them?"

The Master of Corpse Joy Palace's eyes gleamed as he slowly exhaled.

"Brother Dao, I am willing to help you!"

He smiled and said, "Huan'er, what about you?"

The Master of Hehuan Sect paused for a moment, then said, "Actually, I noticed something unusual in Incense Valley. If we could investigate it thoroughly, there might be great profits to be made, and it wouldn't necessarily be necessary to change my cultivation technique—"

Wu Shanjun laughed heartily.

"Then you should try to investigate. Also, keep an eye on the Heavenly Wolf Sect and see if there are any new changes. As for the matter of changing one's cultivation method, there's no need to persuade them anymore."

Even when Wu Shanjun was still a boy, he already understood this.

There are many evil people in this world.

The more powerful someone is, the easier it is for them to become a villain, killing at will, blowing things up at will, and slaughtering an entire village over a mere argument.

But evil is also human, and such evil people are also very prone to emptiness.

Because at each stage, the people who interact with them and on whom they place their emotions are either fellow villains and untrustworthy, or enemies whose ideologies are incompatible and must be destroyed.

Therefore, many evil people, after living a long time, seem to only find joy in opposing their nemesis.

Wu Shanjun had long seen through this, and he was determined to be someone who could both intimidate and indulge, someone who could always be trusted by evil people.

In every action, one should use a hook to lure emptiness and reel in like-minded individuals.

Only in this way can one be called the teacher, only in this way can one be called the Lord.

The leader of the wicked will be more majestic and more likely to attain enlightenment than the leader of the virtuous.

The outsider, though a variable, merely provided him with a better opportunity to make his move.

"Divine Sect?"

Wu Shanjun was filled with ambition, and he murmured to himself.

"What's so great about God? I was born to be the leader of the Demonic Sect cult!"