America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

What was the initial development of the Demon Path reliant on?

Although the sect's records claim it relied on unattached people and fighters who could no longer endure the oppression of the righteous path and thus rose in rebellion.

But that's just a story for beginner disciples. Xiu Nuo, who's almost a Devil Child, is all too aware of the true origins of the Demon Path.

At first, it was a group of people who were being hunted by the orthodox faction banding together for warmth.

After comprehending the Demon Path, they began to seek out people without attachments and the most downtrodden to spread their teachings and develop themselves.

Where was the Demon Path most prevalent? Among the wretched souls affected by wars in the Mortal World, the survivors of annihilated families, and the cultivators who had fallen on hard times.

The several major Demon Sects on Xiu Nuo's side all developed in this manner. It was only after their development that they had their own Mortal World cities under control and could select disciples as the orthodox sects did.

As for why they wanted to take disciples and establish sects.

Xiu Nuo might not know about other Demon Sects, but he knew exactly why Netherworld Hall did it.

Fate.

A sect is a collection of people; just as Mortal Emperors have imperial purple energy protecting them, making cultivators hesitant to kill them rashly.

Once a sect's fate solidifies, talking about slaughtering or annihilating a sect sounds easy, but actually doing it invites retribution from fate.

That is also why the orthodox Immortal Sects would hunt demons and evil beings but rarely go to the extremes of wiping them out.

Of course, Xiu Nuo didn't need any of that in this world, but he needed something else.

The fate of a sect can withstand Heavenly Tribulation. Of course, not everyone can enjoy this; at least for Xiu Nuo, becoming a Devil Child was about having fate on his side to stabilize Crossing Tribulation.

And this fate could aid in cultivation.

Whether it was for those two women or for Zhao Hong, the reason for planting the Demon Seed was precisely this.

In this world of scarce Spiritual Energy and chaos, if one does not want to cause a massacre that would provoke the Mortal World's common people to rise up against them, this path is the best.

Not to mention... the Netherworld Blood Scripture contains magic that could seize others' fortunes and destinies.

And now, not to mention anything else, just looking at those guys who have lost their assets due to divorce, Xiu Nuo felt they fit the identity of the survivors of a family massacre quite well.

What is the Demon Path best at?

Seducing people's hearts, awakening the deepest desires within, and then constantly amplifying them, amplifying.

If he were to plant the Demon Seed in them...

No! He needed to experiment first!

Xiu Nuo turned to Li Yang beside him, "By the way, your current neighbor, are you familiar with him?"

"Eh, language is a bit of a barrier, but we have begged together."

"Could you take me to meet him?"

"Er... You want to meet a white person? Forgive my bluntness, but there's no difference between them and us except for the status, which is pretty useless. This group of guys used to..."

"Just introduce me." Xiu Nuo took out a greenback from his pocket, "This is yours."

Li Yang snatched the money immediately, "Sure thing!"

The two headed toward the tent area, and Li Yang thought it over before asking, "Let me ask you one more thing, are you an intermediary for those medicine peddlers?"

"I am not a drug dealer," Xiu Nuo said.

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about drug dealers," Li Yang thought for a moment before adding, "Actually, there are some pharmaceutical intermediaries around here who introduce us to money-making deals. You can make tens of thousands of US dollars in one go. They always target those who have no other choice because nobody would do it if they weren't truly desperate."

Xiu Nuo grew curious, as he now had some idea of how much a few tens of thousands of US dollars was worth.

"What kind of job pays so much?"

"Drug trials," Li Yang replied. "Doing trials for those pharmaceutical companies, you can earn tens of thousands of US dollars at best. The pharmaceutical companies around here don't have so many so-called volunteers to conduct clinical trials. Those drugs that hit the market very fast are all tested by homeless people."

Xiu Nuo's eyebrows rose at that: "There's the scent."

"What scent?"

"Nothing," Xiu Nuo shook his head. "It just reminded me of some past experiences."

Soon, Li Yang led Xiu Nuo to a tent, then knocked on it: "John, are you there, John?"

Some rustling sounds came from inside before the tent was pulled open, and a grizzled white tough guy spoke up discontentedly, "It's late, Li, don't tell me you want a midnight snack. I'd rather die than leave my tent by a hundred meters! I don't want to get robbed again."

"Introducing you to a friend," Li Yang stepped aside, "My friend, um..."

"Xiu Nuo." Xiu Nuo extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, John."

John eyed Xiu Nuo and then looked disgruntledly at Li Yang, "I consider you a friend, Li, and you, you damn scoundrel, actually sold me out!"

"Huh? What?"

"You're mistaken." Xiu Nuo was about to explain, but John cut him off.

"I am not mistaken! Do you think I can't tell, sir?" John stared at Xiu Nuo. "The clothes on you, they could feed that kid next to you fast food for a month! If you're going to pretend to be homeless next time, remember not to wear a Supreme hoodie!"

Clothes?

Xiu Nuo only knew that the inconspicuous hoodie he was wearing had been brought by Jonas. Was it expensive?

But Xiu Nuo was quick to respond, grinning as he said, "I don't recall ever saying I was homeless."

"Aren't you Li's friend?" John said with sarcasm. "A friend whose name he doesn't even know."

"We are friends; we just met," Xiu Nuo smiled. "Just now, the owner of a Korean store tried to rip me off, but it was Li Yang who helped me, and there were a few black guys trying to rob me, and it was Li Yang who scared them away."

John frowned deeply, looking puzzled at Xiu Nuo, "So, what are you here for? I don't think I'm of any value right now, I mean, if you're thinking of having me deliver drugs or do a drug trial, don't even think about it, got it?"

"Why would I want you to do that?" Xiu Nuo sat down beside the tent and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. "I just got here and I'm quite interested in some stories. So, are you interested in telling me your story? The story of how you ended up wandering here, I'm willing to pay you this money if you are."

Upon seeing the hundred dollars, John almost didn't hesitate and grabbed the bill, his gaze toward Xiu Nuo shifting: "Oh, I get it, you're a reporter, aren't you? Looking for some inspiration from me!"

"You could think of it that way," Xiu Nuo didn't let go immediately. He channeled his Ghostly Vicious Energy internally, and a mass of black mist separated from it, snaking along Xiu Nuo's wrist and into the palm of John's hand.

John shivered, and only then did Xiu Nuo retract his hand: "Deal?"

"Deal!"

Then, John's expression gradually turned fierce: "All of this, it's all because of my bastard boss and that damned Bi-Chi! Oh, and just to add, that bastard boss used to be my best brother!"