Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 430 The Heretical Path is Always the Orthodox

It was already late at night.

In a small town in the southern Golden Triangle, a building of more than forty stories is still brightly lit.

In the meeting room on the second floor of the building, thousands of armed men were seated. They were not carrying guns, but their words, actions, and the way they looked suggested that they were ready to shoot and kill at any moment.

Many militants were still injecting their own blood into their necks with syringes.

In the past six months, the share of spiritual blood has been increasing.

People who have been injected with spiritual blood gradually become more energetic at night, while they tend to feel sleepy in the afternoon.

These people were originally going to volunteer for the fight tonight.

"Since being selected here, I haven't been out to fight for a long time."

"I heard that the three Siamese kingdoms are still sending troops here. It's infuriating! They should send us out to launch a surprise attack and decapitate them, and then fight our way to Bangkok!"

The main gate on the north side of the venue opened, and several people walked in and stood on the podium.

Among these people, Zhang Mengxi was the leader.

Judging from his appearance, he was a middle-aged man with black hair and no beard, almond-shaped eyes, and slightly yellow pupils. He sat behind the lectern as soon as he got on stage.

On the table was a copper basin filled with water and a small hammer, but there was nothing like a microphone.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, the crowd's voices immediately dropped.

“I heard you guys were volunteering for battle. Well, you're among the group with the highest average progress in injecting spiritual blood. You were the best of the best. This desire to fight has been brewing for a long time, so it's not surprising that it erupted today.”

"But you can't fight a war blindly. I need to ask you a few questions first."

Zhang Mengxi spoke calmly, his voice carrying throughout the entire venue.

“In many countries, we practitioners are considered to be on the wrong path. In your opinion, over the past thousand years, has the wrong path or the right path prevailed?”

The armed men present looked at each other in bewilderment.

They used to kill people selling cigarettes, attacking their competitors, and extorting money. They were busy with other things and had plenty of time to enjoy themselves, so they didn't have time to think much.

Recently, having been bestowed with spiritual blood, they are all strong and healthy, with sharp hearing and eyesight, burning desires, and high spirits. They feel extremely happy and have no mind to think about the distinction between good and evil.

Moreover, Zhang Mengxi had already admitted to practicing heresy, so when he asked this question, none of the people below knew how to answer.

Zhang Mengxi didn't force them to answer; he simply picked up the small hammer in his hand and lightly tapped the copper basin beside him.

"I will explain it to you in detail today."

“Taking the history of the great northern countries as an example, the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, in each of these dynasties, the number of times the people rebelled was more than the number of years the dynasty lasted.”

"If the true path refers to a country where people live in peace and prosperity, and the world is at peace, none of the leaders of these dynasties have been able to achieve that."

"Look at their use of heretical methods. In the Song Dynasty, monks were revered first and then Taoists were valued. Most monks and Taoists became famous for their eloquence, incantations, and medicine. They were granted estates and land, which grew day by day. The methods they used were to quickly please the powerful and wealthy, so they must have been either heretical or evil."

“During the Yuan Dynasty, monks and princes and nobles competed for the Dao. Many monks used drugs and were skilled in sexual intercourse and aphrodisiacs. The emperor personally set up the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance. The Ming and Qing dynasties were also very incapable of self-reflection. They were superstitious, heretical, ignorant and foolish. It was just a change of name, but the essence was the same.”

"But as long as they haven't been defeated in the final battle, these dynasties will still be the legitimate ones."

At this point in Zhang Mengxi's speech, many of the quick-witted people below had already grasped the meaning.

Someone exclaimed: "Therefore, for most of the past thousand years, the orthodox court has been, in itself, a heretical path."

Zhang Mengxi chuckled.

"That's right. The orthodox path is not the same as the righteous path. In the past thousand years, the evil path has had the upper hand for at least 70 or 80 percent of the time. Even in the remaining time, the evil path has only been tied at best."

The militants all wore expressions of excitement, clearly having taken these words to heart.

Someone asked, "Then our approach is absolutely correct, leading to great success, and is the orthodox path passed down from our ancestors. Why should we remain so repressed and patient?"

Ding! !

Zhang Mengxi tapped the copper basin again, causing the water to ripple slightly and producing a lingering, clear sound.

"That's what I'm going to talk about next."

"Although the evil path has always prevailed over the millennia, every time it truly involves the Spirit Race taking power, or even events instigated by the gods, it always ends in failure."

"The actions of the Spirit Race are actually the same as those of many monarchs and nobles. It's just that they are too straightforward and don't understand the essence of the evil path, so they are particularly prone to pushing people to their limits and causing a full-scale counterattack."

"Therefore, there are so many poems praising kings and nobles, but the Spirit Clan has been deeply labeled as an evil spirit and despised by discerning people throughout history."

Zhang Mengxi said, "With our current strength, we can easily dominate several surrounding countries, kill their leaders, destroy their capitals, kill indiscriminately for pleasure, and collect slaves to play with."

"But if we act too hastily, we will repeat the same mistakes and our destruction will not be far off. It can only be considered pure evil, and cannot be called the Way."

Many militants were completely convinced upon hearing this, while others remained resentful, their emotions betraying their true feelings despite their silence.

These men were originally considered elite soldiers, and they both respected and feared their superiors.

However, after consuming the spirit blood, the evil spirits' instincts made them even more unruly.

Zhang Mengxi could easily overwhelm them with his imposing presence, but he had no intention of doing so.

These people are the future pillars of society, and they will be sent to even more distant places, just like those who were previously dispatched, to take charge of a region.

It's impossible to overwhelm them all with sheer force every time; you have to make them understand the pros and cons themselves before you can accomplish anything great.

"I'm not asking you to completely suppress your nature, just to package it a little."

Zhang Mengxi smiled and said, "As I just said, history has repeatedly proven that the world has always regarded the heretical path as the orthodox one, and there have always been more people who follow the heretical path."

"If we just add a little packaging and grasp the essence of the heretical path, countless like-minded people will naturally flock to us, valuing our worth and becoming our helpers." "At that time, when the momentum is established, we won't need to be so low-key and patient."

With analysis and promises made in this way, coupled with their already strong prestige and power, they managed to get things done.

By the time Zhang Mengxi finished speaking, everyone's expressions showed genuine admiration.

At that moment, a simple red cord jade bird-shaped pendant on his wrist gleamed slightly.

Zhang Mengxi, who was about to say something more, got up, handed the meeting over to his secretary, and walked out, taking the elevator.

Not long after, he appeared in the room on the top floor.

Sahun sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the safe in the side corner.

There was only a stone tablet in the safe.

"It seems you've adapted very well. You've only been in the real world for a little over a month. After devouring Zhang Mengxi's soul and body and taking over his identity, not only are his original subordinates obedient to you, but even the people selected by Sahong are very devoted to you."

Sahun spoke in a calm tone.

If it were the original Sahong, these words would probably have been a warning, but the two of them are now priests of Yushan.

The Golden Triangle's small territory is merely a bridgehead and a stepping stone for them; it's not worth any infighting between them.

“We follow the Ghost Mother, and we should understand that in the beginning of heaven and earth, all things were one, and devouring is like recycling.”

“By swallowing Zhang Mengxi, I am essentially taking him as my new life. Using Zhang Mengxi’s name as my name in this life will make me more at ease in the present world.”

Zhang Mengxi sat down across the table and laughed, "Luo Sichao is still lucky. In his latest life, he was truly reincarnated into this era."

Sahun said in a deep voice, "Something happened to him."

"His communication talisman was burned by an extremely strong yang fire. Before that, I heard about his last battle. His opponents were Chu Tianshu and another forbidden human."

Zhang Mengxi's expression changed slightly.

"Didn't we repeatedly tell him not to actively seek out or provoke any powerful human beings associated with the cave heaven?"

"As long as the cave is not destroyed, the cave master can bring friends in at any time within the corresponding territory. The probability of us killing people is too low. On the contrary, it may arouse great vigilance and hatred from humans."

Sahun shook his head: "Luo Sichao was killed on his own turf. He didn't go out; the other party came looking for him."

Zhang Mengxi remained silent.

This... it's hard to say.

"Was it a lucky accident, or did Chu Tianshu have some intelligence?"

Sahun pushed over a document about the high-profile promotion and rapid rise of the Baosheng Temple Market.

Zhang Mengxi was already moved after only two glances, and whispered, "What a fine approach. They came with the power of a great nation, but they didn't rush in recklessly, nor did they try to get involved in the upper echelons of the three kingdoms and get bogged down in useless wrangling."

"Clearly involving something as significant as the grotto heaven, they still managed to be patient, choosing the market as their angle, and quickly building up momentum..."

This choice is the most important. Choosing other routes would make it difficult to find the market angle. This approach is to take advantage of the situation and adapt to local conditions.

"It seems that even if Luo Sichao hadn't been exposed, we would have had a battle sooner or later."

Zhang Mengxi did not hesitate to highly praise his opponent, saying, "The number of taboos in Xuan Kingdom today is probably more than just one palm's width."

"Even if we can't all go abroad, these people, led by Chu Tianshu, are probably worth keeping our distance from."

Sahong said calmly, "You mean, let's just abandon the Golden Triangle, take our people, and move out ahead of time?"

Zhang Mengxi nodded.

"But only the founding dragon energy can activate the Great Yu Dragon Stele, and only the Great Yu Dragon Stele can define the north and south and suppress the grotto heavens."

Sahong said, "Although Luo Sixhao is dead, the front of the Dragon Stele has fallen into their hands, but since they do not know how to use it, they cannot solve the problem of the cave."

"If we leave voluntarily, the founding dragon aura will disintegrate, and the matter of the grotto heaven entrusted to us by several supreme gods will fail."

When Luo Sichao awakened his innate wisdom, the Yushan lineage sent his original body to reality, where he merged and broke through to the forbidden level.

Within the same month, Luo Sichao used all his accumulated wealth to bring a priest from Yushan into reality, who then devoured Sahong, obtained the Dragon Stele, and declared the establishment of a nation.

Although Sahun had many duties and a grand vision for this trip, his most important task recently was to destroy the Dongtian Ruins.

"Only ruins remain of that grotto-heaven."

Zhang Mengxi asked, puzzled, "Is it really worth continuing to take this risk?"

"Your original body went to sleep early and doesn't remember the full view of the cave back then."

A chilling glint flashed in Sahun's eyes.

"Among those people who built their grotto-heavens, some were able to do so quickly. I once thought that before the winds of transformation reached their peak, I would ride my grotto-heaven and crash into the depths of the spirit realm."

"That scene was truly one of blood raining from the sky, ghosts wailing in the night, and gods filled with fear."

"But the most important function of the cave heaven is not for fighting..."

Zhang Mengxi sensed the determination in his tone and immediately changed his mind about withdrawing.

"In other words, even if we retreat, we must at least destroy the cave before leaving."

Zhang Mengxi pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, we still have some methods at our disposal!"

(End of this chapter)