Cultivators of the Demon Path worship different Demon Sects and Demon Helms, specializing in different areas.
But they still share some common points.
For example, inside their almost malfunctioning brains, there remain some barely human traits.
Such as grievance and sadness, those soft emotions unique to humans.
It's just that due to the Demon Path's twisted rules.
These emotions are even more harshly suppressed, more distorted.
So when they are released, they erupt as fiercely as a volcanic explosion.
Wang He now feels like his prostate and tonsils are tied in a knot, choking and speechless.
The grievances and hardships suppressed for years all released at this moment.
It was released when that little ghost hugging his leg exploded at that instant.
That was the Blood Killing Technique, the technique he dreamt of releasing outside his body.
Though it looked significantly different, he could never mistake the feeling of circulating Spiritual Qi.
He didn't walk the wrong path, and there was even someone ahead of him.
In Wang He's eyes, this flamboyant freak holding a Bone Staff was not an enemy, not a colleague, but a guiding light on his long path of the Demon Path.
The humiliation from sect mates, the disdain from his master, the suppression from the Helm Leader, the hardship while hunted by the Righteous Path, all released at this moment.
For his ideals, he was willing to sacrifice everything, even his body and Divine Soul.
If this high master in front of him took a fancy to his sister-in-law, he would willingly lead the horse, telling the master when his big brother was not home.
Wang He kowtowed fervently, blood flowing unstoppable, his choked voice turning into complete speech.
"Senior! Senior!! Please teach me!!!"
"You're right, the Demon Path is indeed full of sick people." Lin Feng whispered with a tilted head.
"But, why did he suddenly become like this?" Lin Feng was puzzled.
"I don't know either. Don't try to guess the thoughts of a madman... shh, the fool is looking up."
Wang He crawled forward two more steps, starting to stammer out his great ideals, and his journey on the Demon Path.
In Wang He's rambling narrative, Zhang Ze finally understood what this fatso was talking about.
Honestly, he understood Wang He's thirst for knowledge, but didn't agree with his ridiculous actions at all.
"What are you, why should I teach you?"
As he spoke, Zhang Ze had the remaining infiltrating little ghosts move in a bit closer.
"I, I'm useful to you, Senior. I'll do whatever you say, hehe."
Wang He understood this routine, he knew this high master wanted a pledge of loyalty.
Usually, a pledge of loyalty in the Demon Path was the head of a former teammate.
Wang He spent seven days a week being bullied by sect mates at the Spiritual Snake Helm.
He didn't hesitate to betray them.
Anyway, that's how it is within the Demon Path, betraying each other, annexing, fighting life and death, as long as you don't surrender to the Righteous Path, you're still a bad person.
At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly had a breakthrough, stepping in to engage with Zhang Ze.
"Brother, this person is interesting, exactly when we want to strike the Spiritual Snake Helm, how about..."
"The Blood Lion Ancestor wants to annex the Spiritual Snake Helm!" Wang He exclaimed.
"What? Do you have any objections?" Lin Feng placed his hand on the sword at his waist.
"No, no, I have no objections, I mean I'm the traitor, I'll be the inside man."
"You? What qualifications do you have to defect? Something like a maggot."
"In case the senior doesn't know, last month the Spiritual Snake Helm discovered a Secret Realm.
Currently, they've all moved there, but the mechanisms in the Cave Mansion aren't complete yet, it's the best time to take it.
I, I'm the Thousand Mechanism Artisan of the Spiritual Snake Helm, I know all the mechanisms.
All I ask is for the senior to teach me how to release the Blood Killing Technique outside the body, and to put in a good word for me with the Blood Lion Ancestor.
If possible, let me humiliate their corpses, the Helm Leader of Spiritual Snake Helm..."
Wang He listed a long string of names, Zhang Ze suspected he listed everyone in the Spiritual Snake Helm except himself.
"Shut up, fatso. Show something substantial." Lin Feng shouted.
"I have it, I have it."
Wang He hurriedly displayed a few maps and secret letters from his space ring to the two.
Zhang Ze and Lin Feng nodded.
"You're an interesting traitor."
"Pack everything well, in a few days we'll take you to face the Blood Lion Ancestor, you present these things personally, but if they're fake..."
"I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare, all these things are real, that blood..."
"So noisy, these aren't something important, just take them." Zhang Ze flicked out a small booklet.
"Remember, serve our Blood Lion Ancestor dutifully and there will be rewards in the future." Zhang Ze finished speaking and took a step back.
"Haha, Brother Zhang is indeed clever, completing the ancestor's task so easily. Tonight, Lin will treat you to a drink." Lin Feng also stepped back.
"No need for Brother Lin to treat, we'll take this fatso along and let him treat." Zhang Ze stepped back again.
The two laughed as they slowly distanced themselves from Wang He.
Meanwhile, Wang He crawled over and picked up the booklet Zhang Ze had thrown.
It was a copy of Golden Armor Soldiers, transcribed by Zhang Ze last night, originally meant for Lin Feng.
Wang He was absorbed in it, especially thumping his chest and stamping his feet at the part about the Spirit Recognition Technique.
Turns out the direction he started with was correct!
"Senior, this means... hey, why are you standing so far?"
"I don't want to get splattered with blood..."
Explosions are art.
About thirty tiny Five Elements Little Ghosts surrounded Wang He unknowingly.
In the deafening explosion, Wang He vaguely heard the latter half of Zhang Ze's sentence.
"...Besides, I'm from the Sword Sect, who's your senior."
[Wild Side Quest, Slay Demons and Eliminate Evil (1/999999)]
[Kill a Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Path Cultivator, True Monarch of Demon Suppression achievement starts accumulating, currently second stage killing Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Path Cultivator (1/150)]
[Due to cross-level kill, True Monarch of Demon Suppression first stage achievement, killing Qi Cultivation Stage Demon Path (10/10) automatically completed]
[Rewards have been distributed]
Lin Feng slashed through the smoke and dust without caring, running to see if anything valuable had burst out from where Wang He had been blown apart.
Zhang Ze walked over to the pig shepherds.
"Stop pretending to sleep, wake up."
The explosion was loud, Zhang Ze didn't believe this alarm clock couldn't wake them.
The pig shepherds opened their eyes, but none welcomed Wang Shi with joy.
The pig shepherds hugged together, trembling.
In their view, this Demon Path cultivator in front of them was even more abnormal than the previous one.
Zhang Ze was speechless; a rightful path disciple like him stained with baseless slander.
"I... uh, ahem, I'm Zhang Ze, an Outer Sect Disciple of the Sword Sect.
Gentlemen, do not be afraid, I mean no harm."
Saying so, he took out his identifier as a Sword Sect disciple.
The leading pig shepherd had some perception, recognizing it and fainted immediately after speaking.
He said, "You... you just killed him; where is Wang Shi? Please don't hurt us." His demand rang out aimlessly as his eyes shut, fainting again.
Zhang Ze felt he could never clear his name now.
He pointed behind, "Look at him, we're really Blood Lion Ancestor's disciples, we are normal!"
Zhang Ze was about to say look how normal Lin Feng is but turned to see Lin Feng holding a severed hand.
He felt like his reputation would never be clean again in this life.
His master's words echoed in his mind.
"Once you're outside, never say you're my disciple, just make a good name for yourself..."
"Forget it, forget it, let's ruin it to the end, after all, the name of Li Guanqi's disciple isn't hanging on my head."
"Enough, enough, it's embarrassing, but I won't mind anymore, I'm not carrying the title of disciple of Li Guanqi over my head."
"Fine then, just whatever, since I am not labeled as Li Guanqi's disciple anyway."