Wang He, who was at the First-Layer Foundation Establishment, wondered if he had a mental disorder.
But he considered himself a promising youth in the Demon Path.
An emerging demon star.
While other fellow demon cultivators were indulged in body refinement, bloody rituals, and joyous dual cultivation.
Wang He would cut down the time spent on dual cultivation and dedicate an extra hour and a half each day to academic research.
Such as how to release the Blood Killing Technique outside of the body.
He found this Blood Killing Technique extremely cool, and despite being the lowest-level cultivation technique, its power was terrifyingly great.
The only drawback was that it consumed too much of his blood, as the Blood Killing Technique could only be released using his own blood.
Wang He couldn't figure out the crux of it.
Why was it that once the blood was too far from the body, it couldn't be controlled?
Why did the Blood Killing Technique have no effect on others' blood?
He had tried numerous methods before but had little success.
Like capturing mortals as slaves and teaching them the Blood Killing Technique.
Then, during battles, they would follow his commands to release the Blood Killing Technique.
But the problem was, those people couldn't learn it, and those who could became his colleagues.
Wang He also tried to create a Thousand Mechanism Tool.
While activating the Blood Killing Technique in battles, he would inject himself with chicken blood at the same time.
But another problem arose.
The blueprint was complete, achieving a perfect balance in size, material, weight, and coolness.
However, he lacked spirit stones.
Even if he removed the stylish tiger head he designed for his chest, it wouldn't be enough.
Many materials for the Thousand Mechanism Tool required spirit stones from guilds or loose cultivators.
As a First-Layer Foundation Establishment, robbing them might get him killed.
As for asking his boss, Spiritual Snake Taoist?
That old man was a miser and stingy, never lending money. It's hopeless to borrow money from him.
Moreover, Spiritual Snake Taoist often scolded him for this, advising him to focus on killing, dual cultivation, and playing with poison.
Not to ponder unnecessary things.
Thinking too much doesn't lead to progress.
Don't count on fellow cultivators either.
All Demon Sects adhere to the three-no principles to train disciples' ruthless thinking.
No food and lodging, you have to fight for food and drink.
No after-sales service, whether suffering from mental disorder or achieving immortality depends on luck.
Don't help fellow disciples, mutual assistance is the weak mentality of the Righteous Path; the Demon Path relies solely on oneself.
So, the lonely Wang He had no choice but to turn his attention back to his main job, killing and arson.
After long deliberation, he targeted a group of pig herders driving pigs.
Chicken blood and pig blood should be no different.
Anyway, people eat pork, and it's not worth sending cultivators from the farm to escort the pigs.
So he randomly chose a date this month for the robbery, only to rob the meat pigs.
No killing involved; if everyone was killed, no one would deliver pigs afterward.
Just that his research had made significant breakthroughs and had almost reached the human experimentation stage.
The pig blood was ready, and it was just the right time to bind these pig herders back for experimental subjects.
"Hey! Fatty over there, what are you doing?"
After pouring the last gourd of pig blood, Wang He stood up and looked towards the voice.
It was someone with an ostentatious appearance, the best way Wang He could describe it.
In black attire, red and black hair, holding a bone staff, covered with all sorts of trinkets, followed by several little ghosts giggling as they hugged bones.
A bit exaggerated, giving off an "I'm a demon path cultivator, come and kill me" vibe.
Even more outrageous than his immediate superior, Spiritual Snake Taoist.
As for the flashy stranger's companion, they fit the standard of an excellent demon path colleague in Wang He's mind.
Ordinary appearance, ordinary attire, faint black aura, always looking like everyone owes him money.
A mix of silence and ferocity, clearly a seasoned demon path cultivator.
That's the role model for demon path practitioners.
Wang He nodded approvingly as a senior.
"Brother Zhang, do you think I'm fine? Just change into black clothes and it's good,"
"Don't worry. See, even that fatty nodded; surely there's no problem. You have to believe in your charisma."
Dressed like a Skeleton Mage NPC, Zhang Ze whispered to Lin Feng.
"When do we make a move?" Lin Feng asked.
"No rush. That fatty will come over himself." Zhang Ze kicked a little ghost that stepped out of line beside him.
However, Wang He was more cautious because he couldn't discern the cultivation levels of these two and could only sense a fog surrounding them.
In Zhang Ze's arms, a wooden medallion emitted a faint glow, enveloping Zhang Ze and Lin Feng, concealing their true cultivation.
This was a treasure Zhang Ze swiped from Elder Wang last night.
Back in the day when Mr. Wang Buyu wandered through Jianghu playing tricks, this medallion played a crucial role.
"Which helm are you from? Whose subordinates are you?" Wang He decided to get clarification.
"Blood Lion Helm, under Soul Lion Ancestor, Lin Shan." Lin Feng casually mentioned the name of one of his swords' victims.
Casually displayed the waist badge of the Blood Lion Helm.
Wang He made no comment but turned to Zhang Ze, "You."
"Guess?" Zhang Ze stretched out his tongue, licking his lips while letting out a perverted, strange laugh.
Zhang Ze was aware he didn't possess the innate charisma of Lin Feng as a demon path cultivator, fearing he might break character and laugh suddenly.
Otherwise, just start laughing directly, but laugh perversely.
Zhang Ze's perversion was quite professional, reminding Wang He of the top-ranking masters on their Spiritual Snake Helm's perverted killer list.
"I am from Spiritual Snake Helm, Wang He.
Blood Lion Helm is seven hundred miles away from here, what are you two doing here?"
"Just wandering around." Lin Feng said casually.
"Hehe, fat guy, why so talkative? If someone didn't know better, they'd think you're a Sword Sect's lapdog."
Zhang Ze's laugh grew more perverted.
Wang He felt a chill, this person's laugh was indeed unsettlingly creepy.
Best to stay away from him.
"Since the two of you have nothing to do here, until we meet again, I have matters to attend." Wang He cupped his hands and slowly backed away facing the two.
"Come back. We haven't had a chance to ask you anything." Zhang Ze stomped his bone staff, causing the little ghosts around to scream wildly.
"What is it?"
"What do you need so much pig blood for?"
"What's it to you?"
Wang He was annoyed, most annoyed when someone asked about this.
Because whenever fellow cultivators mocked him, they would ask this.
Whenever Wang He returned to Spiritual Snake Helm with pig blood, everyone who saw him would laugh.
Some even called out, "Wang He, why have you lost weight? Have you been bleeding yourself again?"
He never answered but really hated it.
To avoid disturbance from fellow cultivators, he had been away from Spiritual Snake Helm for half a month.
Yet he didn't expect to encounter a madman from Blood Lion Helm asking the same question here.
Continuing to tease Wang He with words, Zhang Ze calculated the number of summoned Five Ghosts.
Excluding the five beside him, a total of twenty-five, and thirty Bomb Men was his limit.
Adding Lin Feng's swordsmanship, explode then stab, capturing this fatty should be a sure thing.
He discreetly signaled Lin Feng, indicating readiness for action.
The first Five Ghost burst at Wang He's leg.
Wang He's expression drastically changed, letting out a loud shout and swiftly backing away.
Just as Zhang Ze and Lin Feng thought the surprise attack had failed and prepared for a direct assault.
Wang He went down on one knee.
"Teach me, seniors!"
"Huh?"