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

For the next period of time, Lu Cheng's life was very peaceful.

Every morning after waking up, I would spend an hour studying the Sword Sect's techniques and the sword skills taught to me by my senior sister.

He then began practicing swordsmanship and martial arts in the backyard, trying to improve his proficiency and learn basic Taoist techniques he had obtained from the Demon Suppression Bureau, such as basic Five Elements techniques.

Around noon, he would head to the Red Sleeve Pavilion. He no longer had the refined taste to listen to music in a brothel; instead, he would go to serve the wealthy woman at the Red Sleeve Pavilion, massaging her shoulders, legs, and back. The Qi-Inducing Pill was still quite effective for a novice like him who was only at the initial stage of cultivation.

He went home on time in the afternoon and cooked with Han Guang. The two of them flirted and cuddled for a bit. In the evening, they curled up in bed to cultivate and refine their spiritual energy. The demonic energy stored in his spiritual root was enough for him to use for at least a month.

Then every three days, he would take a day to go to the vicinity of Zhennan Pass to move corpses. He would usually gain something each time. However, he also felt a little anxious because the amount of demonic energy he could absorb was decreasing.

In other words, his power bank will eventually run out of power.

He had been inquiring about things at the Demon Suppression Bureau when he had nothing else to do, and now he was a familiar face there. With Huang Zhao protecting him, he could basically find out information as long as he didn't do anything too outrageous.

According to information from the Demon Suppression Division's Punishment Hall, after capturing some of the demons who were still conscious, they interrogated them and obtained a lot of useful information.

This demonic energy is known among them as "Demon Filth," a special cultivation technique among the demon race. It was refined by a demon expert who had reached the level of a demon immortal. According to the human cultivators' assessment, that expert was probably a top-tier master comparable to their senior sister.

"Demon filth" has many uses. It can be used to refine oneself to accelerate cultivation, or as a weapon to strike unexpectedly. It also has an effect similar to "plague", which can infect the minds of others in a short period of time.

The demon immortal personally bestowed his cultivation upon his subordinates to assist them in conquering Jingnan City.

Most people would be completely baffled by this demon immortal, but this description immediately reminded Lu Cheng of someone.

The licentious sounds I heard over Zhennanguan that day.

As for the Demon Suppression Tower, Lu Cheng hasn't been visiting it very frequently lately. He only goes there once every five days. Each time he goes, he slays a few demons on the first floor to practice his skills, show off the swordsmanship and various spells he has learned, and see how he is progressing.

It wasn't that he wasn't close to this senior sister, but he could tell that she was unwell. Although she didn't say it, it was obvious that she was exhausted, probably from the injuries she sustained when she forced herself to break through the cultivation barrier last time.

"Sword drawn!"

The longsword flew out of his hand with a "whoosh," a sight that caught the eye of Han Guang, who was sitting in the pavilion enjoying the cool air and eating melon seeds.

At first, Han Guang would avoid Lu Cheng's cultivation slightly, but now he sits openly by the side watching, occasionally offering his opinions on Jiang Shan.

"Yes, I have strength."

As the longsword flew out, the boy clenched his fist tightly. The flying sword seemed to have eyes as it flew past several wooden stakes. However, it was clear that the longsword was still trembling slightly, leaving marks on the wooden stakes. This flight lasted for more than a dozen finger snaps, circling the backyard before landing with a thud.

"Huff~ Huff~"

He looked somewhat strained.

That's right, he skipped grades to learn sword control.

Whether it's sword control or the sea of ​​consciousness, these are standard features for cultivators at the second realm, which is the second major realm, the Spirit Gathering stage.

The Spirit Gathering Stage is divided into three minor realms: Liquid Condensation, Foundation Consolidation, and Foundation Building. Simply put, these correspond to three grades: upper, middle, and lower. Liquid Condensation is easy to understand; it involves gradually transforming the spiritual energy within the body from a gaseous state into a liquid state. As long as one drop can be successfully transformed, it proves that one has reached the second major realm.

Solidifying the foundation naturally means stabilizing the dantian and eliminating impurities from the mortal body. Foundation building, on the other hand, is the second stage of great success, where all the meridians in the body have been connected by spiritual energy, and the energy is perfect and ready to break through the dantian.

Although Lu Cheng's cultivation progressed quickly, he was still quite far from the second realm. He was clearly not very interested in learning the supernatural abilities of the initial realm cultivators. In addition, after being enlightened by his senior sister, he opened his sea of ​​consciousness, so he simply devoted himself to sword control.

"Master, your flying sword seems to be suffering from some kidney deficiency..."

"rise!"

The longsword, which had already landed, flew straight toward Han Guang and, under the boy's precise control, stuck right next to Han Guang's feet, trembling continuously.

"Tsk, you've actually learned a little bit."

Although he really wanted to say something to Lu Cheng, even Han Guang had to admit that this kind of overstepping of his level was impressive, like someone else's child not even having learned to walk yet while you've already started learning to play football.

A smug smile immediately appeared on his face.

"The spiritual energy is indeed a bit insufficient right now. If I could condense the spiritual energy into liquid, it would probably be much easier. If I were to fight someone, I could throw out my sword, and since they see I'm just a low-level trash and aren't on guard, I could then take advantage of their unpreparedness to retrieve the flying sword. How about that?"

"You... you've learned a few tricks and you're using them all to scheme against people."

He shook his head helplessly.

The main reason is that my husband doesn't seem like the kind of person with a dark and sinister heart just by looking at him. It turns out that all these little schemes were sneak attacks and scheming.

Who taught them all?

Walking slowly forward, Han Guang naturally reached out and grabbed the flying sword, pulling it out forcefully. This sword was not a gift from Ji Xiaoxiao; it was a defective product that he had bought from the secondhand market for a dozen taels of silver. Lu Cheng always remembered his senior sister's instructions: do not take out that sword unless absolutely necessary.

"Not bad, with this skill you could make a living by performing on the street."

"However, sir, it seems there are people from the Demon Suppression Bureau at our door. I suggest you go over there first."

He shrugged and continued sitting in the pavilion eating melon seeds. These words made Lu Cheng quickly put on his clothes to cover his body. Sure enough, before he was fully dressed, he heard a rapid knocking at the door.

"Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng!"

"We've got a job coming up, open the door quickly."

"Lord Huang is anxious to see you, hurry!"

He rushed over in a hurry, and when he heard that there was work to be done, he waved his hand and grabbed the door bolt with his five fingers in the air. He pushed it hard using the same method he had used to control the sword, and then pulled it back!

The heavy door actually opened like that.

Even Master Liang, who was knocking on the door, didn't react in time. He was startled when he saw the young man who was still seven or eight feet away from him, but he didn't stop talking and his lips flew off.

"We've found a clue. It's about the zombie case on Sweetwater Street last time. Using your method, one of the members of the Demon Suppression Division successfully lured the snake out of its hole and found out who was behind them."

"The madam who disappeared from Zuichunlou returned to the city a few days ago. According to Lord Huang, we did not alert her, but pretended not to have found out the identity of the zombie."

"But now all we need is a lure to draw them out."

Listening attentively to Master Liang's words, although somewhat confused, he still understood what the other party meant and pointed to himself.

"The bait you're talking about... it's not me, is it?"