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

Completely bewildered.

He had no idea what was happening. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Why is he targeting me?

It wasn't until he heard the other man mention that he was using a token to instruct members of the Demon Suppression Division to do their work that he realized who this somewhat gloomy man in front of him was.

"Oh! You're the one who condones his subordinates finding scapegoats... no, you're the Ninth Commander in charge of the Demon Suppression Division's branch, nice to meet you!"

I almost accidentally blurted out what was on my mind.

All six officers present trembled. Lu Cheng's words were truly audacious. They all knew that some of their subordinates might not be clean, and some might use their authority to do things that harm others for their own benefit. But some things might only amount to a little on the surface, but once weighed, they could be worth more than two tons!

As soon as he spoke, the other five flag bearers who were planning to stay with the group immediately turned their heads away, pretending they hadn't heard anything, and lowered their heads, their toes being the most attractive feature.

The Ninth Banner Commander's expression changed, but he immediately let out a cold laugh.

"Young Master Lu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want..."

"Here you are."

The boy held a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, flicked it, and flipped it open.

The dried ink was clearly visible; it was a report that the clerk and his associates intended to force Lu Cheng to sign and affix his seal to.

That first edition, not only the ink and brush, but even the mud print on it, is quite fresh. It's something that only members of the Demon Suppression Bureau are qualified to use.

"Why didn't you just play dead? You had to argue with me."

He gave an innocent smile.

Don't be fooled by Lu Cheng's usual smiling face and ability to strike up a conversation with anyone. He may seem unserious, but that doesn't mean he's a pushover.

On the contrary, Lu Cheng has a flaw: he is vindictive.

When he lacks ability, he will pretend not to care, but once he has the ability, he will definitely make those who have wronged him suffer to death.

He originally didn't plan to make a fuss about this, since he had the evidence in his hand and they would be colleagues from now on, so there was no need to make a scene like this.

But some people just can't resist being cheeky.

He came all this way and didn't even say a word before getting scolded for no reason. What's more, it wasn't even his fault for making a mountain out of a molehill. If it weren't for those good-for-nothings from Jiu Si bumping into him, any rogue cultivator without a background would have been ruined by them.

"Sigh, Xiao Lu, I was forced into this situation."

"The situation was critical. A group of experts surrounded me and grabbed my hand, trying to get me to sign and put my fingerprint on the document."

"I refused, and they even grabbed weapons and were about to attack me."

"So we had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. It's a bit humiliating, but at least we can save our lives."

You can't just accept a team fight when things are going against you.

This principle was known not only to Lu Cheng, but to everyone present. Just moments ago, these six commanders had acted as if they shared a common hatred, but now they immediately distanced themselves and pretended not to know each other.

Looking at the crumpled report, Ninth Banner's face turned even redder. Although he looked down on this kid who had gotten in through connections, he really didn't stoop to playing the "deny" card.

It is indeed the stamp and handwriting of one of our own.

"Lord Huang, please listen to me..."

"Ninth Brother, I'll be waiting for your explanation when we get back."

That cold remark silenced Jiu Zongqi, who dared not refute it again.

Looking at everyone present again, Huang Zhao spoke once more.

"As I said, the reason I brought Lu Cheng here this time is to introduce this young man to you, so that you can take good care of him in the future and not let him be harmed by demons."

"Now that Lord Ji is about to emerge from seclusion, the Demon Suppression Division should indeed be thoroughly cleaned up."

"A large number of corpses have now piled up in front of Zhennan Pass, making it difficult even for cultivators to distinguish them."

"Perfect timing. Lu Cheng, who was once a corpse-carrier, has now embarked on the path of cultivation, which can help us share some of the burden."

"According to the report, he was extremely sensitive to cause and effect and the aura of corpses. I also asked him on the way, and he could distinguish the corpses that had been disturbed by demonic energy."

"Does anyone else have any objections?"

No one objected.

Despite having Ji Xiaoxiao above Huang Zhao, the two are completely different. Huang Zhao is the real person in charge of Jingnan, while Ji Xiaoxiao is more like someone who comes to help keep order.

If Ji Xiaoxiao speaks up, Huang Zhao will definitely obey orders, such as taking good care of Lu Cheng. Even if he has doubts, he will carry out the order to the end.

But the problem is.

Ji Xiaoxiao usually doesn't speak.

Lu Cheng was led all the way to the city gate, where the corpses were piled up like mountains. A light flashed before Lu Cheng's eyes because he could really feel the fluctuations of demonic energy in this huge pile of corpses.

The spiritual root has been rekindled!

"In stock! In stock!"

A look of joy flashed in his eyes.

Besides the demons, there were many human corpses neatly laid out on the ground, covered with straw mats, with tags hanging from their toes bearing their names. These were corpses whose identities had been confirmed and were waiting to be sent back to Jingnan or whose families had already been contacted.

As for those unclaimed and untraceable cases, they are simply left in a corner like trash.

With several countries currently embroiled in conflict, the area outside Zhennan Pass has become a chaotic gray zone, attracting demons, spies from neighboring countries, and fugitives alike.

Especially in this terrain, Zhennan Pass is a natural, large-scale meat grinder. The scene, which would be like a hell for ordinary people, did not frighten Lu Cheng. Instead, he asked politely.

"Lord Huang, speaking of which, why did you only bring me here to do this job...?"

He turned his head.

He realized that Huang Zhao was more than ten meters away from him, and was even covering his nose with his hand and slapping it hard twice. To be honest, if Lu Cheng hadn't been there, he probably would have run away long ago.

"Ah? Cough cough, naturally because you're the only one among the corpse-carryers. Keep up the good work. I... I'll be going now."

"Hey, wait a minute, why not recruit other corpse-haulers? It's a pretty lucrative line of work, I bet there are plenty of people willing to do it, right?"

"After the incident in the city last time, no one wanted to do this job anymore."

He had originally intended to say something to encourage him, but upon discovering that Lu Cheng had already climbed up the mountain of corpses and was happily searching through them, he immediately turned and left.

"Don't worry, if you encounter something you can't handle, just pull out your token... ugh."

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

Only Lu Cheng remained indifferent, leisurely following the direction indicated by the spiritual root to search for the corpse.

Boom—

A sudden, unprovoked clap of thunder caught his attention.

Looking up at the sky, Lu Cheng's eyes revealed a hint of strangeness, because the weather had changed again and again in just a few days, completely contrary to meteorological patterns. Yesterday morning was sunny, but by noon there was thunder and lightning, and the sky was clear again in the evening. Then the next day, a strong wind suddenly started to blow.

Even in the sky, two dark clouds were fighting and entangled, locked in a fierce battle, a scene straight out of a women pulling each other's hair.

It looks a bit like...

Like a sword formed from dark clouds, poking a fox's tail.