One at a Time

"Hahaha, Ren Yisheng, everyone has turned against you and abandoned you. You felt it, didn't you? Everyone has turned against you and abandoned you. Your own student tied you to the execution platform..."

In the central control room, a dummy dressed in Ren Yisheng's clothes stood bound hand and foot in the middle of the room. Its face looked almost exactly like Ren Yisheng's.

Without a close look, anyone would probably mistake it for Ren Yisheng.

"Xuezhou told me about the Disguise Technique, and I didn't think much of it. But tricks from the jianghu really can come in handy sometimes!"

Zhang Weimeng had watched Zhang Xuezhou paint and dab at a mannequin until it looked just like Ren Yisheng. To him, it felt as though a scene from a martial arts novel had come to life.

He watched Wang Haoran hurl abuse at the dummy, then bang his head against the wall again and again. The pain on his face struck a chord with Zhang Weimeng.

Clearly, taking shortcuts led to Qi Deviation.

Yet from Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Yisheng's discussion, they seemed intent on getting many more people to cultivate in a way that caused Qi Deviation, and Zhang Weimeng was among them.

Zhang Weimeng felt as though he had stumbled into a demonic sect.

Ren Yisheng was at the head of this demonic sect, constantly using its followers-Wang Haoran and the others-to test various Cultivation Methods, while Zhang Xuezhou, his lackey, kept coming up with crooked ideas.

But Zhang Xuezhou's crooked ideas seemed to have some effect.

After crying and laughing, Wang Haoran had less desire to seek revenge on Ren Yisheng. He kept pounding his head, and seemed to be gradually waking from that mistaken perception.

Zhang Weimeng committed the procedure to memory, deciding that if