Three days later, in the evening.
Outside South Sea City, on a small island in the Great Western Sea.
Several sightseeing boats arrived one after another.
Each boat carried about ten guests, who disembarked with their luggage onto the island.
The boat owner was accustod to it; many guests sought adventure and liked to spend a few days on an isolated island.
Today, more people ca, seeming like a company retreat.
It had nothing to do with them, as long as they completed the transport services.
On the island, so people had already set up tents, and others were grilling, with the aroma wafting far away.
The early arrivals would help the later arrivals set up tents, but no one seed enthusiastic.
The last person to arrive on the island was a beautiful woman.
Tall, with off-white hair, very attractive.
Wearing a mini skirt in winter, she didn’t seem to mind the cold.
Perhaps out of a desire to help the vulnerable, several n eagerly helped her with her backpack.
The woman looked at them cautiously:
"I’ll do it myself."
The n looked at each other, understanding the woman’s wariness.
Everyone on this island was a patient.
The woman dragged her luggage to a corner, struggling to set up her tent, appearing clumsy in high heels.
"Let help you."
A familiar male voice reached the woman’s ears. She stared blankly at the slender man in front of her:
"Are you... the Sect Leader?"
Ma Tao smiled, beginning to assist. The woman didn’t resist, and together they finally set up the tent.
Ma Tao wiped his sweat, apologetically saying:
"There’s a reason for choosing this place for the gathering.
Keep warm tonight, my wife packed so heat pads for . I’ll give you so later.
Co on, the skewers are ready, let’s eat first."
Although Ma Tao appeared unremarkable, even sowhat sleazy, he was kind to the patients on the depression support website.
He gave people a reliable feeling.
...
The bonfire blazed brightly, with dozens of people gathered around, playing music, not feeling the cold.
In fact, the warmth of the fla was not as comforting as these dozen afflicted souls gathered together.
Everyone chatted freely.
Ma Tao said:
"Instead of asking online, why not say it here, as an opening speech for the gathering.
Who would like to share why they joined the Seven Commandnts Association?"
Asking why they joined the Seven Commandnts Association was like asking why they were sick.
The majority of mbers in the Seven Commandnts Association suffered from depression, seeking solace in life by joining.
The won in the mini skirt spoke first:
"I had a boyfriend in college who later broke up with .
His reason was that I was not suited for marriage, only for casual flings."
Upon hearing this, everyone showed anger, cursing the jerk.
The woman in the mini skirt coolly sipped a beer and said:
"I don’t bla him, I bla the fact that I am a man.
Call a crossdresser, a demon, or a fake girl, whatever you like.
I’m just a bastard, a man who wants to be a woman.
I can’t stand wearing n’s clothes, I like wearing makeup. You can start despising now."
No one expected that such a radiant and charming person was indeed a man!
An older man spoke up:
"My daughter is about your age; I always tell her to do what she enjoys, life’s too short.
Honestly, miss, uh, I’ll just call you miss.
You are very beautiful, whether dressed in n’s or won’s clothes, whether you like n or won, that’s your business.
Don’t listen to others’ nonsense."
The woman in the mini skirt was shocked, looking incredulously at the older man.
Over the years, she had endured mostly online bullying, peer mockery, and harassnt from so sleazy n.
No one had ever encouraged her.
"Yes, don’t listen to others’ nonsense!"
"Live happily for yourself!"
"You haven’t hurt anyone, so you haven’t done anything wrong!"
Other mbers of the Seven Commandnts Association also consoled the woman.
These patients were fragile, easily hurt, but their tolerance was surprisingly high.
It was hard to imagine that a group of people with ntal illnesses could be gentler than those without.
The woman in the mini skirt wept, covering her face and crying.
One by one, everyone began sharing their stories, voicing their life’s frustrations.
The room was full of gentle people, and those gentle people were all pitiable.
Ma Tao stood up, taking a bottle of beer:
"Sorry everyone, there’s really a special reason why the gathering is here today."
After saying this, Ma Tao downed a bottle of beer in one go as a form of apology.
The crowd applauded and cheered.
Indeed, it didn’t matter where or when they held these gatherings.
All they hoped was for the Seven Commandnts Association to accept their sensitive or numb hearts.
As long as they felt sincerity, it was good.
Ma Tao said:
"Do you believe in the revival of Spiritual Energy?"
The crowd fell silent.
They believed in Death God, willing to believe in Death God’s existence.
But to say this world truly had a Spiritual Energy Revival, they dared not believe it.
Not pure believers?
That would be an injustice.
How many pure Buddhists would believe in a Spiritual Energy Revival?
The crowd looked at Ma Tao with concern.
The Sect Leader wouldn’t deceive them at this ti, would he?
They weren’t afraid of death; they were afraid of being hurt by soone important.
Ma Tao said no more and raised the Ten Sins:
"Everyone, behold the mysterious power from the deity!"
A segnt of an obscure spell flowed from Ma Tao’s mouth, and ten magic circles on the Ten Sins Magic Staff glowed dimly.
Then, ten undead covered in runes appeared on the ground, howling.
The crowd stared in horror at the undead, recalling the legends of Death God in the Seven Commandnts Association.
These were undead, warriors under Death God!
The believers of the Seven Commandnts Association were filled with a sense of control, trembling with excitent, their eyes full of fanaticism.
Upon seeing the undead, a profound Power of Faith emanated from the believers.
The atmosphere was set, and Ma Tao raised the Ten Sins high, shouting:
"We’ve been cornered by the world, but it’s not us who are wrong, it’s this world that’s wrong!
We must correct this world’s mistakes, taking advantage of the Spiritual Energy Revival!"
Ma Tao raised the Ten Sins, shouting hysterically:
"In the na of Death God, I bestow upon you the spells of the deity!
From now on, the Seven Commandnts Association will walk the earth!
Use the Seven Deadly Sins as your guide to purify this world!
Laziness, pride, lust, gluttony, envy, wrath, greed—all must face purification!"
The crowd intensely watched the ten undead, shouting in excitent.
For the first ti, they felt so close to Death God, and those who were already disappointed in the world only wished to dedicate everything to the accepting Death God.
These people were zealous believers through and through!
Ma Tao opened his backpack, taking out handfuls of Spirit Plants, distributing them to everyone.
As he distributed, he said:
"This world already has many extraordinary people; they wield incomprehensible powers.
My master is fair; even ordinary people can use the Undead Technique, rivaling those extraordinary individuals.
However, if we do not comprehend profound Spiritual Power, our combat power cap is low.
These items are from a lord within the upper echelon of the Seven Commandnts Association.
Consu these items, and you’ll be qualified to use more advanced Undead Techniques."
The crowd was not suspicious. Using Supernatural Power to purify this filthy world thrilled them.
Once everyone consud the Spirit Plants and opened their Sea of Spirit, Ma Tao began teaching the Undead Technique.
In reality, Ma Tao didn’t know any particularly powerful Undead Techniques.
After all, Li Yang himself hadn’t created any exceptionally profound spells yet.
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