GB Chapter 68

Now that the Ghost Emperor is newly established, the Ghost Domain has formed an alliance with the Demonic Cult, and the Great Snow Mountain, where demon cultivators gather, also seems to have the intention to join the alliance. The strongest heretical force since the Demon Lord is about to take shape. Coincidentally, the Righteous Path Alliance has just undergone a wave of purges, which is a time of turmoil. If they are not careful, a conflict may break out between the two sides. At this time, Qian Ren naturally can no longer travel outside. After joining forces with Lüling to reshape Zhuge Qingtian’s body, he led the two of them and set off for the Mobei region.

Zhuge Qingtian’s Ghost God’s resentment was eliminated, but the physical body created by Underworld Soil retained the Ghost Domain. Although he still has difficulty getting close to ordinary people because of this, it just happens to be able to resist the erosion of Qian Ren’s demonic energy, which is not a bad thing for him. According to Lüling, Underworld Soil is ultimately a sinister object, and these side effects are inevitable. Anyway, they are both evil, so it doesn’t matter.

The three of them were not low in cultivation. After saying goodbye to the Gods of Joy and Sorrow in the Ghost Domain, they used three days to reach the Mobei region where the Demonic Cult was located. Zhuge Qingtian had always stayed in Jiangnan before his death, and this was his first time seeing such a vast desert. In addition, he regained his sense of touch after a long absence, and kept grabbing the sand to play with along the way. It was not until he faintly saw the tall buildings in the oasis that he remembered this was where Qian Ren lived. If there were no accidents, he would settle here in the future.

Thinking this, he had a sense of reality of being alive. He quickly pulled Qian Ren and asked, “What is the atmosphere like among your demonic cultivators? Should I dress more evilly and arrogantly?”

Apart from Qian Ren and He Huan, Zhuge Qingtian had never been in close contact with demonic cultivators. Based on his previous impressions, he always felt that there should not be many good people in this group, so he was worried about whether he could integrate into the Demonic Cult. Unlike him, Qian Ren’s expression was as indifferent as ever. He only comforted him, “Don’t worry, they are very friendly.”

Friendly? Demonic cultivators? Are you sure?

Looking at him with suspicious eyes at the same time as Lüling, Zhuge Qingtian raised his question, “How do I remember that most of the demonic path are unruly people?”

Then Qian Ren used one sentence to prove that he was indeed the worthy Great Protector of the Demonic Cult, “Because if they are not friendly, I will kill them.”

The Demon Lord was quite experienced in this method of governance, and immediately patted Zhuge Qingtian’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, I’m good at killing people.”

Back then, the Demon Lord directly reduced the world’s population by half. Truly, no one in the past or present is more skilled at this matter than him.

With the assurance of the two leaders of the demonic path, Zhuge Qingtian decisively stopped worrying. In fact, it seems that the current situation is more dangerous for the Demonic Cult members.

The main altar of the Demonic Cult is located in an oasis deep in the Mobei region. Because most of the powerful demonic cultivators in the world reside here, the area is covered with traps and formations from the moment they enter the oasis. A single wrong step could lead to death. However, the outskirts of the oasis, which used to be deserted, are now very lively. Looking at the dense crowd in front, Zhuge Qingtian felt that they were not here to welcome Qian Ren. He carefully asked, “Why are there so many people?”

If a normal sect arrived at the entrance and suddenly found all the disciples gathered here, there must be a major event happening. However, Qian Ren’s expression did not change at all. He only said indifferently, “I guess the elders are ganging up on my master. Don’t pay attention to them.”

Did this person just casually say something about deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors? Does he really treat his grand master like his own father?

Anxiously looking at the group of people fighting like a battle between good and evil, with magic treasures and spells flying everywhere, Zhuge Qingtian glanced at the black shadow approaching them and reminded Qian Ren, “That person dressed like the Demonic Cult leader is calling you.”

The black-clothed man in the distance had his hair scattered and was wearing a thick cloak decorated with eagle feathers despite being in the hot desert. He was also holding a fan in his hand, which was indeed very strange. However, Qian Ren was still unmoved and didn’t even turn his head, saying, “He is indeed the Demonic Cult leader. Don’t pay attention to him.”

He’s really the leader! The leader actually changed from the Demon Lord to this? What has the demonic path experienced these years?

Opening his eyes wide in surprise as he watched the man chasing after them, Zhuge Qingtian felt that they might be kicked out of the Demonic Cult before they even reached it for daring to ignore the leader.

However, no one knows the Demonic Cult better than Qian Ren. You Jiang, who was used to being ignored, skillfully caught up and pressed his hand on his own Great Protector and shouted, “Qian Ren! You just went out for a bit, why is your whole family dead! Which bastard bullied my Great Protector? Give me a list, and my Demonic Cult will go out and make sure not a blade of grass grows!”

The Righteous Path Alliance has always used one word to describe the Demonic Cult—wild and unrestrained. Zhuge Qingtian had never understood it before, but now that he has witnessed this group of demonic cultivators with his own eyes, he realizes that the old Taoists were quite kind and gentle in their words. However, what shocked him at this time was not someone’s lack of leadership, but the fact that this You Jiang was actually his old acquaintance.

Since ancient times, every sect has had its representative figures, and the Tian Shu Pavilion was no exception. The Four Sages of Elegance were four young geniuses that Zhao Huai’an had deliberately found, and the Painting Sage Jiang Fengzhi was even regarded as a future successor. In the past, the Painting Sage, dressed in ink-splattered robes, stood in the bamboo forest. How graceful and elegant he was. Now he has become like this. While cursing Zhao Jicheng in his heart, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Fengzhi, how did you become like this?”

Zhuge Qingtian still could not bear to part with his original face. When reshaping his body, he still chose his past appearance, but he deliberately made it two years younger, looking like a young man in his prime. You Jiang, who had destroyed the Tian Shu Pavilion, would naturally not forget his face. He glared at him and said, “Zhao Huai’an, you villain, you’re not dead yet?”

Qian Ren had long known about You Jiang’s background. This matter was so complicated that it would be troublesome to explain it in a short time. So, he simply pulled Zhuge Qingtian into his arms and said, “Let me introduce you. My cultivation partner—Zhuge Qingtian.”

As soon as he said this, You Jiang’s expression froze. He suspiciously asked, “Didn’t you say you buried your cultivation partner?”

“Yes, then I gave him a new body.”

Qian Ren’s answer was as serious as ever. After carefully sizing him up for a long time and confirming that this person was not joking, You Jiang still couldn’t understand how he could bear to use Zhao Huai’an’s face. He could only sigh, “What kind of new game is this?”

Qian Ren had been traveling for some time, and now that he was back at the Demonic Cult, he actually felt a sense of home, although he would never admit it himself. Lüling, however, saw at a glance that he was clearly more relaxed here than outside. The worry that his son would be led astray by the demonic cultivators was also dispelled. He proactively patted Qian Ren and said, “With your cold personality, it’s unbelievable that you could make such a lively friend.”

Qian Ren, with his demonic energy, had never been close to anyone, but You Jiang noticed that his return today was different from the past. He not only kept him company for a long time but even allowed this person to get close. Could he be possessed?

Becoming alert in his heart, he glanced at Lüling and said, “Who is this idiot who is purple all over like an eggplant?”

Seeing that he had turned a generation of Demon Lord into a frostbitten eggplant with just one sentence, Qian Ren thought that there was nothing to hide, so he directly stated the truth, “My father, who died hundreds of years ago, used to be called Demon Lord, and now he is called Lüling.”

You Jiang had long known that those who were not afraid of demonic energy were not simple. However, upon hearing the name “Demon Lord,” he couldn’t help but feel dizzy. He glanced at Zhuge Qingtian, the former Tian Shu Pavilion’s court official, and felt even more unbelievable. He asked, “Which grave did you dig up these old potatoes that have been buried for hundreds of years?”

It was well-known that demonic cultivators acted unrestrainedly and never followed the rules. When the Righteous Path Alliance dealt with them in the early years, they were often angered to the point of vomiting blood. Although he understood this, Zhuge Qingtian couldn’t help but advise, looking at the refined Painting Sage of his memories turning into this, “Fengzhi, I know you’re a vegetarian, but can you not mention vegetables every time you open your mouth?”

Zhao Huai’an himself was a master of painting. Jiang Fengzhi’s painting skills could be said to be something he taught personally. Now, upon suddenly hearing that familiar tone, he froze. However, when he thought that it was this very court official whom he trusted the most who had pushed him into the demonic path, he finally sneered, “Your words are indeed very familiar. Looking at you like this, you’re an old cucumber trying to look young again?”

This was the kind of situation that Zhuge Qingtian was the least good at handling. However, Qian Ren no longer remained silent. He immediately said indifferently, “Zhao Huai’an was killed by his younger brother not long after he inherited the Tian Shu Pavilion. Haven’t you ever wondered why his temperament changed so drastically?”

“I’ve long forgotten those old stories. You can cultivate with whoever you like, just don’t forget to do your job.”

If Zhuge Qingtian had said these words, You Jiang would not have believed a single word. But the person who said this was Qian Ren, the only Great Protector in the entire Demonic Cult who would not betray him. So, he ultimately pinched the fan and changed the subject, “Is he really the Demon Lord?”

“Yes.”

“Elders, stop fighting with He Huan. Come out and see the Demon Lord!”

Upon receiving Qian Ren’s affirmative answer, You Jiang carefully examined Lüling. He felt that he was very different from the Demon Lord recorded in the classics, so he called over a group of elders who were most enthusiastic about the Demon Lord.

It was well known how much the three elders of the Demonic Cult hated He Huan. Yet every time, they couldn’t defeat this guy. Just as they were feeling angry, they heard these words and immediately leaped over. The three old men circled around Lüling and reached their conclusions.

The Third Elder, who adhered to the policy of “good looks are everything”: “This is the Demon Lord? He doesn’t look as domineering as the Great Protector.”

The Second Elder, who believed that an expert should have the air of a king: “I don’t think his aura is as calm and steady as the Great Protector’s.”

The First Elder, who was determined to support the Great Protector: “This old man still believes that the Great Protector is the light of the demonic path.”

In the past, countless people had scrambled to follow the Demon Lord. Lüling could not have imagined that after only a few hundred years, he would actually be ignored. He could only sadly sigh that the demonic path cultivators only followed his appearance. He hated this world that judged by looks!

Seeing that the three elders unanimously rejected the possibility of the Demon Lord leading the demonic path again, You Jiang was actually not surprised. Although they would cause trouble among themselves, they had a consensus that the Demonic Cult absolutely could not be handed over to outsiders. But after thinking about it, he still couldn’t help but ask, “What about the leader?”

“His taste in clothing is extremely poor,” said the Third Elder, looking at someone’s cloak with a contemptuous look.

“His verbal quality is low,” said the Second Elder, who insisted that an expert should not curse every day.

“He’s not as good as the Great Protector anyway,” said the First Elder, who was still supporting Qian Ren’s path to usurp the throne.

You Jiang was not surprised by the elders’ dislike of him. In fact, if these three old guys praised him one day, he should be worried about whether the Demonic Cult had been sold out. Therefore, the leader, who was used to the daily life of the Demonic Cult, responded as friendly as ever, “Oh, you blind old gourds can all roll away side by side.”

Zhuge Qingtian had never seen such a strange sect. They didn’t have a single good word for each other, but there was a strange harmony. Just as he was sighing that it was no wonder that Qian Ren had such a twisted personality, the Great Protector, who was the center of the discussion, also spoke. He glanced at the crowd and very seriously instructed, “Be friendly to my cultivation partner, or I’ll kill you.”

Just like the elders insulted the leader every day, the Great Protector and the leader fighting was also a common scene in the Demonic Cult. However, this time the reason for being killed was really different from the past. You Jiang looked at Zhuge Qingtian’s face, which made him uncomfortable, and finally waved his hand in a friendly manner, “Our demonic cultivators have always practiced the principle that ‘a beating is a sign of affection, and a scolding is a sign of love.’ Come over and let the leader scold you a couple of times in a friendly way.”

Then, Qian Ren took out a knife and placed it in his cultivation partner’s palm, teaching him the first rule of survival in the Demonic Cult, “If the leader harasses you, stab him.”

“The demonic cultivators’ way of communicating is really unique, but I like it.”

Looking at the hand that Qian Ren was holding, Zhuge Qingtian naturally did not hesitate to hold it immediately. This unrestrained lifestyle of the Demonic Cult was completely different from his past understanding. But compared to the Tian Shu Pavilion, where everyone was friendly on the surface but had their own calculations in their hearts, the straightforward nature of the demonic cultivators, who would scold when unhappy and fight when they didn’t like someone, was more reassuring.

Being led by Qian Ren toward the oasis, he looked at the sand dunes under the sunlight, shining like broken gold, and suddenly felt that the future was also bright. He added with a light laugh, “Indeed, everything around you makes me like it.”

The author has something to say: The Righteous Path Alliance: Remember the names of the Demonic Cult commanders. They are all big mouths. Block them immediately when the battlefield opens!

You Jiang: A bunch of old onions think they’re garlic. I’m too lazy to insult them.

Third Elder: That’s how it is when you’re ugly.

Second Elder: That’s how it is when your skills are bad.

First Elder: Because we have the Great Protector.

He Huan: Watching a bunch of single dogs hurt each other with a smile.

Demon Lord: Forgive me for speaking frankly, but all of you here are trash.

Qian Ren: …

Lüling: Only my son is standing!

Qian Ren: Heh, because only I am getting the kills!

Zhuge Qingtian: A dumbfounded ghost god eating melons.jpg

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