Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

After his junior sister was beaten to death, he had thought that the opponent had used some despicable method, but when the bamboo whip lashed out, he realized the truth.

A thousand words couldn't compare to a beating, the slap on his face awakened him swiftly. He too was a sword cultivator from his sect, his swordsmanship ranked in the Ascension List wasn't inferior to any other Golden Cores, yet he had been whipped across the face by a bamboo whip!

This was a bamboo whip—if it had been a sword, then he would be dead!

Especially since this undying old man was still here, insulting his junior sister's corpse.

"Esteemed senior, why must you mock us this way?"

He gave a wry laugh, suddenly understanding the truth.

The mark on the back of his hand couldn't be altered, but one could use human skin or paint to disguise it, right? Upon closer inspection, he faintly saw a thin film on the back of Meng Yu's hand. Yet another shameless undying old man, perhaps a Peak Golden Core or even a Nascent Soul Ancestor, coming down here to bully others.

"Well, isn't this attitude quite nice?"

Meng Yu nodded in satisfaction; the man in front of him seemed to have misunderstood something, but that was fine—it spared him a lot of trouble.

"No worries, your wife will revive soon. I've shown restraint, not using the Blood Transmutation Divine Saber to harm her vitals—there's no need for concern. I'm also new here; just call me Xiao Cao. What are you all doing?"

Meng Yu continued to look around curiously, the town was working hard on construction.

"She's my junior sister, not my wife. We're from Lingyun City, affiliated with the Taiyi Sect. These are our sect members and disciples. In four months, a large number of people will come in, and we'll need a lot of housing and supplies. We are currently constructing the facilities.

Elder, there is an agreement that disciples in the Qi Refinement Realm shouldn't be harmed, and these disciples at the Foundation Establishment stage are also construction workers—please don't hurt them."

Meng Yu looked at some of the people around—these Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment disciples wore a band on their arms, indicating that they were here to labor, different from the Golden Cores.

For Golden Cores, losing a strand of Divine Soul was easy to replenish, but for those at Qi Foundation Establishment, losing a strand of Divine Soul would be painful. It wasn't four months later, where one could ensure the replenishment of Divine Soul on the platform.

Generally speaking, everyone who enters early doesn't make trouble for them. Even if there are disputes with the Four Great Sects or the Demon Gate ancestors, they would not harm these people. Damaging their reputation meant that in the future, no one would hire them—that was an unspoken understanding.

"Hmm, I understand the rules."

Meng Yu nodded and walked past the woman's corpse, signaling for the male Golden Core to continue the discussion in a teahouse. To avoid adding more psychological pressure on him, Meng Yu even used a handkerchief to cover the back of his hand.

Before he entered, he had smeared a layer of gel on the back of his hand, and it proved effective.

Killing was for establishing power, but Meng Yu was no rabid dog. One had to clarify the situation—wasn't he supposed to turn this grand competition of the Four Sects into a sea of blood and mountains of corpses?

In the teahouse, many customers viewed Meng Yu with a different expression. Although he appeared to be only at the Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment, his four whips had killed a Golden Core and injured another. Such combat power was definitely that of a Middle or High Stage Golden Core.

Many were pondering the combat scene; Meng Yu's bamboo whip didn't have any particularly powerful moves—the only terrifying aspect was its precision, appropriateness, and...the more they thought about it, the more ingenious it seemed!

The table was quickly laid with food and drinks, and some uninvited guests arrived.

The first was an ascetic monk from the Vajra Temple.

The second was a mage of breathtaking beauty, who claimed to be a Loose Cultivator.

The third was an old man with white hair and an appearance of extreme age.

The fourth and fifth guests were two Fox Women, one elder and one younger. The Little Fox was well-mannered and captivating, while the elder Fox Woman, although older, still possessed the charms of her youth, like a ripened, heavy fruit hanging on a branch, her entire presence relaxed, with white fur on her tail.

Inside the teahouse, no other customers approached.

Well, Meng Yu had just displayed the mark of the Blood Demon Sect—no one without a reason would pretend to be part of this Demon Sect.

Ordinary people wouldn't barge into the commotion, but the evil sects and Loose Cultivators were different—they were looking for opportunities, all sorts of trades.

So Meng Yu once again introduced himself, and everyone chuckled, not taking him seriously.

Then, Meng Yu began chatting with everyone.

The ascetic monk from Vajra Temple was well-versed in Buddhist scriptures. But upon observing his Divine Soul, Meng Yu felt an overwhelming scent of blood.

The breathtaking female mage looked delicate, but from her build and musculature, Meng Yu could tell she was a Martial Arts Expert.

The white-haired old man had a rotted core, seeming like a bottomless swamp filled with nauseating smells.

As for the fourth and fifth guests, the Fox Women, Meng Yu showed the utmost respect towards the elder one, politely inviting her to the head of the table. Every time she spoke, Meng Yu responded with the most courteous demeanor.

"Ah, young master Cao, you are too kind; I'm almost unable to accept such politeness."

The Fox Woman said smilingly, her tender smile shimmering like sunlight on the water's surface, warming the heart.

But Meng Yu simply shook his head, "To behold a Nascent Soul Master is my honor. To drink at the same table with you, I am filled with trepidation and respect."