Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

"Everyone here is talented and speaks so nicely. I love the feeling here."

Lu Cheng was completely at ease, his smile was very natural, and he cupped his hands in greeting to Huang Zhao.

Master Liang's thousand words were stuck in his throat.

Wait, why isn't this kid playing by the rules?

No, it's definitely because the boss just met him yesterday that he remembers him. In another two days, he'll definitely forget about this kid. Right!

How could a nobody who frequents brothels every day and has no connections possibly be valued by a big shot!

Huang Zhao laughed heartily, his attitude completely opposite to that of the meeting this morning. He patted the boy hard and looked him up and down carefully. He hadn't looked closely yesterday, but after looking at him seriously for a while today, he realized that this kid was comparable to himself when he was young.

And the more I look at it, the more pleasing it seems.

It's not just hearsay; although Huang Zhao's realm is still some distance from Ji Xiaoxiao's state of oneness with heaven and man, he can basically be considered the ceiling that ordinary cultivators can reach.

They could already vaguely sense the existence of "seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune" and "luck," especially Ji Xiaoxiao's special attitude towards Lu Cheng, which was enough to make them lower their guard.

Don't try to ask your boss why they value a particular person; they definitely have their own reasons.

"If you need anything in the future, come to the Demon Suppression Division anytime. You can get your cultivation resources from Master Liang, or just tell us the amount and we'll send someone to deliver them to your home. If you have any questions, just come to the Demon Suppression Division and find me..."

Master Liang suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Just as Huang Zhao was about to leave the Demon Suppression Division to continue his work, he suddenly turned around as if he had remembered something.

"Oh, Lady Ji said she needs to stay in seclusion for the next two days to recuperate. She wants to see you in person after she officially comes out of seclusion. That's all. You can focus on your cultivation."

The old man behind me had stopped breathing completely.

Besides the words that struck him like a bolt from the blue, a melody he had never heard before kept playing in his mind. So much so that when Lu Cheng asked him for something, he was completely numb and took the item out of the storeroom like a robot.

"I've mistakenly entered the Heavenly Palace... I urge you to lay down the sand in my hand..."

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In the end, Lu Cheng carried large bags and small packages, with three or five vegetable baskets tucked under his arm, and limped back home with great difficulty, leaving all the things on the ground.

Without saying a word, he ran to boil water, holding an ancient book called "Body Tempering Technique" in his hand, constantly flipping through it, and continuously adjusting the potion according to the methods written in it, in order to achieve the best body tempering effect.

Generally speaking, there are two methods for body tempering. The first is to sit in a medicinal liquid made from various precious herbs, put yourself in the tub and cook yourself, then sit in it to cultivate, and then take yourself out.

The second method is much simpler; one only needs to take a Body Tempering Pill. However, the Demon Suppression Division currently has no spare pills, even if it did.

He was too embarrassed to speak up.

"Han Guang, Han Guang!"

He shouted a few times.

Hanguang was not at home today. The two of them, master and servant, usually had the habit of going to brothels to listen to music. Hanguang, in particular, not only did he go to listen to music, but he also liked to wander around the brothels.

It is said that she would sneak around to watch live sex shows whenever she had nothing to do, and if she was discovered, she would quickly run away. Once, she even planned to take me with her. She was the spitting image of a vixen.

Seeing that no one was around, Lu Cheng stripped off his clothes and jumped into the wooden tub, letting the thick, black liquid cover his entire body.

Focus your energy in your lower abdomen and concentrate your mind on circulating your vital energy.

A wisp of dark gas surged out from his dantian, and he kept trying to circulate it through the microcosmic and macrocosmic orbits. His body felt itchy, his bones cracked, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Although the body tempering wasn't as life-threatening as most people say, it certainly made him wince in pain, with countless impurities being forced out of his body, and his mind completely occupied with the operation of the cultivation technique.

But the next second, Lu Cheng's eyes suddenly widened!

Yes, memories that didn't belong to him reappeared before his eyes.

The protagonist this time is not the fat young master, but another man who looks more muscular and lean.

He began cultivating at the age of seven or eight. In the eyes of his elders, he was a gifted child, the hope for the revitalization of the family. He was also personally instructed by his elders and given the family's secret techniques.

Later, the family fell into decline, and an elder died tragically after leaving home. Many images flashed through his mind of attending the funeral and relatives coming to demand his belongings, resulting in a violent fight among the family and heavy casualties.

Continuing on, the scene shows the man venturing out alone, facing numerous dangers. Judging from the surrounding background, he has likely reached the vicinity of Zhennan Pass. The final scene shows him wielding the "Breaking Evil Palm" to clash with a demon, resulting in both being severely injured...

Breaking Evil Palm?

The three words flashed through my mind, and in an instant, those wandering fragments of memory rushed into my brain like water finding a crack or entrance.

From the mental techniques and mantras to the execution of moves, and the insights and memories of using the Breaking Palm in numerous real battles, everything was stuffed into Lu Cheng's brain like a copy and paste.

His eyes twitched violently, even turning slightly white as he digested this mysterious power. His spiritual energy circulated rapidly, but the more he circulated his spiritual energy, the more incredible his body seemed.

First and foremost is the speed of cultivation.

Although he had a useless spiritual root, his cultivation speed was not slow at all, especially after his spiritual root was stained with color, he could basically gain something every time he circulated his energy.

Secondly, there's the issue of spiritual roots.

The color of the spiritual root is gradually dimming, slowly reverting to the appearance of that piece of chalk, devoid of any luster.

He had said before that the body is like a refining furnace and the spiritual root is like a filter. According to Lu Cheng's conjecture, the black aura is the energy source of his filter. The spiritual root being stained with color means that external energy is injected, and the spiritual root can play its role, which can make his cultivation efficiency advance by leaps and bounds.

Finally, there was an unexpected surprise.

He discovered that he had the ability to access other people's memories. In particular, because of the spiritual roots that had passed through his hands after their tragic deaths, he was able to directly read their memories. What did this mean?

This means that one's cultivation does not require the arduous practice of others, which can last for a hundred years, but can directly gain insights from the memories of others.

No matter how terrifying the corpse's supernatural powers were in life, in my hands there are only two words.

clone.

As if to verify his conjecture, Lu Cheng, who was sitting in the wooden barrel pickling himself, raised his hand. His understanding of the operation route and proficiency of the Breaking Evil Palm was at its maximum. Without any awkwardness, he directly struck out.

"Shattering Palm!"

bang——

The door was blasted open with a single blow.

With his skill level, he naturally couldn't unleash much power yet, but he never expected that behind the door that had been blasted open, there was actually Han Guang standing there, who had just returned home from grocery shopping.

The two looked at each other in dismay. Han Guang, who was carrying a basket of vegetables, suddenly let go of his hand and collapsed to his knees.

"Master! Master, please don't kill me! Waaah~ I didn't mean to go out and cheat on you, waaaah~ I'll never do it again, I'll never cuckold you again, waaaah~"

"...I fucking..."