Why should you get to live more at ease than ?
Besides, having an extra person ans that if those Immortal Sect people show up, we’ve got more room to hide.
"That’s doable. This world and the Spirit Realm are cut off from each other—those people have no clue about the Spirit Realm. It’s worth a shot!"
"But, we’ve acted a bit too boldly here. They’re probably pegging us as villains by now, which makes things a little trickier."
Evil Cultivator Zhang said.
Sure, they’ve got so ways to disguise themselves, but there are always loopholes. eting that Lu Chang’sheng isn’t going to be done in a day or two.
Go a few more tis, and if they’re found out, there’s bound to be trouble.
"Isn’t Fellow Daoist Zhao over at Gao Hufu? Send him a ssage, have him go instead. He’s a pro at this sort of thing." Tu Liang suddenly grinned.
Gao Hufu was one of the more bustling prefecture cities to the west. Couldn’t compare to Jinghua Prefecture, but it was far better than a backwater like Black Mountain Prefecture.
Soon enough, a man sitting in a Grade A room of a city tavern received the letter from the evil cultivators.
The man’s face looked kindly and honest, with a bit of immortal bearing to him.
No one would ever guess he was an evil cultivator.
In the Spirit Realm, he’d used that deanor to slip away from the Immortal Sect disciples many tis, so he’d beco even more low-profile in his actions.
The other four evil cultivators all rushed toward Jinghua Prefecture, while he and ng Ping chose different cities.
Compared to ng Ping, Zhao Xing kept things even lower key. After arriving, he quietly took control of the city governor, then used him to collect what he needed.
When he heard what a scene his fellow Daoists were making in Jinghua Prefecture, Zhao Xing felt only contempt.
To him, it was utterly foolish behavior.
You’d see quick returns, sure, but the risk would skyrocket.
Mortal authorities hardly mattered, but if Spirit Realm Immortal Sect folks ca, those in Jinghua Prefecture would be the first targets.
Zhao Xing planned to wait another month or two, get his hands on the third batch of oddities, then disappear—breaking off any ties with Tu Liang and the others, vanishing among the masses.
If you want to survive as an evil cultivator, you have to be steady.
Just like him—Zhao Xing was very controlled about his thods. If he couldn’t pull it off, he’d move and try elsewhere.
"Madam, you’re overly attached to appearances. In my view, you lack fire in your life; you should use fire to balance yourself out, and then you’ll be cured."
"I have a prescription here that can ignite your life’s inner fla, but best effectiveness cos when perford alongside soone with a fire aspect to their fate."
In front of him sat a frail-looking woman on a chair.
Lately, a physician with divine skill had arrived in Gao Hufu—none other than Zhao Xing—so plenty of ailing people flocked to see him.
His dicine was basically a miracle cure.
Next, Zhao Xing explained about taking this dicine, and upon hearing that several n needed to be present when she took it, the woman instinctively wanted to get up and leave.
And those n couldn’t even be her husband—utterly shaful.
But Zhao Xing said just one thing that made her hesitate.
"The illness isn’t fatal for now, but give it a few years and that’ll change." He even pointed out the spots where her body would worsen, predicting how it’d progress.
That alone might not move her—but his next words gave her no choice but to reconsider.
"Most importantly, this will definitely be passed down to your descendants. It’s a hereditary condition—beyond any ordinary cure."
Zhao Xing’s expression led her woefully astray, especially because he’d subtly cast a beguilent art, making her lower her guard unconsciously.
Of course, he knew you couldn’t make soone a whore overnight; using just spells to seduce people was crude and beneath him.
So he kept it light, and suggested that if it was awkward, a folding screen could separate them. The dicine wouldn’t work as well, but after a few visits it’d achieve the sa effect.
Hearing that, the woman decided to give it a try, took the dicine, and left.
She never realized that while the dicine really could treat her body, it also contained rare ingredients that heightened lust—sothing ’flower-picking’ evil cultivators in the Spirit Realm loved to use on female immortals.
With the amount he’d prescribed, and the situation he’d created, it wouldn’t take long before she’d be fooling around with one of those "fire-fated" n.
This was one of Zhao Xing’s personal hobbies—convincing the virtuous to beco whores!
And the risk was hardly anything at all.
He picked up the letter from Jinghua Prefecture, a glimr of interest flashing in his eyes.
"A greenhorn who just stepped onto the cultivation path—now there’s an ideal target."
Hiss—
A fla ignited in his palm, burning the letter to ash.
Soon, the clinic that had been open for several months was abruptly closed, leaving many eager patients cursing their luck.
They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten—dodging a catastrophe.
Anyone who entered Zhao Xing’s clinic would be set on a path to depravity, one way or another.
A proper woman?
She leaves as a harlot!
A good man?
He’ll kill, carve out hearts and livers.
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The way Zhao Xing saw it, mortals and cultivators alike were full of desire—the more upright they acted in one way, the more likely they’d snap once tempted in the other direction.
"This guy doesn’t seem to care much for reputation, but he sure is fanatical about the pursuit of the Dao."
Several days later, Zhao Xing received news about Lu Chang’sheng.
The na Scholar Lu had once stirred up a storm throughout Great Yuan. Everyone thought he’d rise straight up to beco a fad minister, but then, suddenly, he just vanished from the public eye.
When he reappeared, he was already an Innate Martial Artist—and he singlehandedly wiped out the chaos in Black Mountain Prefecture.
Going from a scholar to a pure martial artist overnight.
So Zhao Xing imdiately realized this was a man obsessed with cultivation.
"Even his na says it all."
Lu Chang’sheng’s old nickna "Er Dan" was once famous—people gossiped and joked about it everywhere.
But to Zhao Xing, what stood out was Lu Chang’sheng’s obsession with—well—’Chang’sheng’, longevity itself.
"That makes things simple, then."
Zhao Xing already had a plan.
He’d pulled this trick too many tis in the Spirit Realm.
Use a cultivation technique as bait, coax them onto an evil path, and once soone practiced an evil technique, even a lifeti of good deeds would get them branded as an evil cultivator.
"And once that happens, I can blackmail him into doing my work, squeezing him for resources."
After all, you don’t want the Immortal Sect to find out you’re tainted by evil, do you?
Zhao Xing had used this thod plenty—few ever escaped once targeted by him.
In the end, they all beca his stepping stones to higher ground.
This Scholar Lu doesn’t know the first thing about evil cultivators or immortals. Catching him is as easy as picking sothing off the ground.
Zhao Xing injected a wisp of magical power into the Treasure Vault Immortal Insect hidden in his clothes, glancing at a chest full of books inside.
They were packed with techniques.
Everything from Martial Arts Root Source Techniques to genuine Immortal Techniques.
By the ti he left Gao Hufu, he’d already transford into a cold-faced old man.
He’d thoroughly studied everything about Lu Chang’sheng, knowing well how cautious he was—so, instead of pretending to be kindly, he’d need to take the opposite approach, or he’d get nowhere.
A month later, Zhao Xing arrived at Black Mountain Prefecture, heading straight to City Governor Shi Cong’s residence.
"Where is the one in charge here?"
He descended from the sky, face blank, making the Black Mountain Army soldiers in the courtyard tense up at once.
Then, a company commander ca out, nervously asking, "May I ask what business brings Immortal here?"
"I am a disciple of the Spirit Realm’s Immortal Sect, here to investigate a few evil cultivators. Do you know where they are?"
Hearing that, the company commander instantly relaxed.
As long as it wasn’t evil cultivators, all was well.
He imdiately went to report to Shi Cong.
Hearing an immortal had arrived, Shi Cong’s first reaction was to run for his life.
Scholar Lu isn’t around—who can handle evil cultivators? But then, when he heard the immortal’s identity, Shi Cong grew excited.
"Invite him! Quick, quick!—No, I’m an idiot; I’ll go welco him myself!"
Shi Cong smacked his forehead and hurriedly led people out. Soon enough, he saw Zhao Xing standing in the grand courtyard.
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