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

Inside the quiet mortuary, an elderly man walked ahead with his hands behind his back.

Holding a ruler, he tapped and struck the corpses lying there. They all looked familiar; almost all of them were Lu Cheng's colleagues.

"From now on, you can focus on your work at the Demon Suppression Division without worry."

"Cough cough cough..."

Seeing Lu Cheng's pale face and weak expression, the old man's face was full of disdain.

Back when I was Lu Cheng's age, I was definitely a man who could never go out without a hitch. Let alone visiting a brothel, I could even keep going for 24 hours straight. How could this kid be so weak?

Young people these days are really getting worse and worse.

"You went to a brothel last night, kid?"

"I'm usually during the day... cough, yes."

He initially wanted to deny it, but then he thought that he shouldn't reveal that he had started cultivating without tempering his body, otherwise he would only be laughed at even more.

He had no idea how perverse his somewhat ridiculous and reckless behavior was.

At noon, he reported to the Demon Suppression Division as instructed by Huang Zhao. After entering the Demon Suppression Division, the other members of the division brought him to the old man. His name was unknown, but everyone knew that the old man's surname was Liang, and everyone called him Master Liang.

So Master Liang started taking him around, familiarizing him with most of the buildings in the Demon Suppression Bureau. The final stop was naturally the place he knew best.

The morgue.

"How many did you do last night, kid? You're so weak... Hmph, Lord Huang has already sent people to investigate your affairs. You have a car and a house, your parents are dead, and your identity is clean. You're a natural fit to work for the Demon Suppression Division."

"Don't worry, with your skills, we definitely won't send you out to catch demons anytime soon. If our Demon Suppression Division needs to go out on missions, the minimum requirement is that the cultivator must have already crossed the initial stage. Someone of your level... hehe, help carry corpses and clean up the battlefield."

"Our Demon Suppression Division doesn't employ idlers. We still need someone to do the job of dragging corpses, otherwise leaving them to rot in the wilderness would be a disgrace to our karma."

"Look, isn't this your old profession? These are all your former colleagues. Their bodies have been preliminarily examined and there are no problems. After the second round of investigation is completed in two days, you can sew them up and drag them to the mass grave for burial."

"What...what are you doing? There's no yang energy in a corpse, get the hell out of here!"

The elderly advisor stared wide-eyed at the dog.

He noticed that Lu Cheng had suddenly stopped moving while they were walking, and when he turned his head, he was almost scared to death.

Because this guy had pulled out all the big intestines from the person's stomach, removed the talisman pasted on the corpse's head, and was rhythmically shaking the person's intestines with his other hand. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was going to make a Nine-Turned Intestines for himself on the spot.

"Oh, I'm just having a professional habit. I'm just seeing if it's convenient to sew it back up. Please don't mind."

Without blushing or skipping a beat.

Yes, Lu Cheng wanted to see if these corpses could cause changes in his spiritual roots.

Several obviously problematic corpses had their chests wide open, and their deaths were exactly the same as the corpses he had carried back the day before.

Unfortunately, the spiritual root did not react at all.

He immediately began to guess that it was very likely because the demonic energy of this pile of corpses had been cleaned up. There were two prerequisites for improving the quality of one's spiritual root: first, the other party must have demonic energy in their body; second, the other party must be a cultivator.

So here's the question.

Could the corpses of demons help with my cultivation?

"You brat, don't move! If there's demonic energy in the corpse, no one can save you!"

He struck Lu Cheng twice with the ruler and started cursing on the spot. Lu Cheng, who was lost in thought, immediately became obedient, with a fawning smile on his face, and even flipped the purple talisman back.

"Please continue, I'm listening. You just said how many times a night, didn't you?"

"When I was young, people called me the 'Nine Times a Night'... What nonsense! Bah, you almost led me astray."

He immediately braked.

The clerk in front of me, Master Liang, is responsible for judging cases, collecting taxes, and managing accounts and funds within the Demon Suppression Division. Every cultivator must report to Master Liang every month to receive their monthly salary and cultivation materials with their token.

Even if it's a reward for merit or a barter, the exchange still has to be done through Master Liang. You could say he's the god of wealth for the entire Demon Suppression Division.

Seeing that Lu Cheng was quite clever, Master Liang slightly restrained his temper. Most of the members of the Demon Suppression Division had heard about this kid's situation, after all, he was the only survivor of such a big commotion in the city.

In his view, the primary reason for recruiting Lu Cheng into the Demon Suppression Division was his attitude.

This attitude was naturally meant for the surviving people, to let them know that if a disaster broke out in the city, the Demon Suppression Division would not sit idly by and would treat the survivors well. Otherwise, who would dare to risk their lives to work for the Demon Suppression Division in the future?

Another purpose was to show the bigwigs in Beijing that the survivors had been properly taken care of, so that even if they were held accountable later, it would at least shut them up a bit.

Speak like a human.

I raised a useless mascot.

"Master Liang, speaking of which, where are Lord Ji and Lord Huang?"

"Didn't Lord Huang tell me to come to the Demon Suppression Division to collect cultivation supplies? Don't worry, I will definitely cultivate diligently and not hold anyone back."

Unable to resist, I quietly asked.

The only things that interested Lu Cheng were cultivation and that mysterious white-clad fairy. After all, judging from Han Guang's tone, the two probably had a past relationship. But this made Master Liang's expression change on the spot.

Without saying a word, he swung a ruler at me.

Snapped!

It hit him on the head.

"You're dreaming!"

"You can't even walk properly and you're already thinking about flying? With your weak body, what kind of cultivation are you going to do? Just keep dragging your corpse and stop daydreaming, or you might explode and die."

"I'm doing this all for your own good."

The Demon Suppression Division is already short of resources, and Jingnan is a border region, making the cultivation resources even more scarce. This kid has neither made any contributions nor had any background, and he even got in through connections. He wants to ask me for cultivation resources?

If he can get even half a spirit stone, I'll smash my head against this spot and die!

"Furthermore, what is Lady Ji's status? Is she someone you can see whenever you want?"

"You lent a helping hand because Lord Ji is compassionate and cannot bear to see his people suffer, do you understand?"

"He's an eighth-level master, the most promising young eighth-level master in the world today! If it weren't for the demons entering the city, his cultivation might have improved even further. He's a true sword master, no, a grandmaster, no!"

"Grandmaster!"

"And Lord Huang is not someone you can meet."

"Lord Huang was furious all night yesterday, summoning all the members of the Demon Suppression Division back to burn grass one by one. They were only being polite to you because you're just an ordinary citizen, don't you understand?"

"Yesterday in Corpse Dragging Alley, I gave you a perfunctory word of advice, that was about it. You actually took it seriously. Let me tell you, whether Lord Huang even remembers you now is another matter entirely."

"You need to learn to read between the lines, know when to back down, and rise to the challenge. Don't take what your superiors say at the dinner table too seriously..."

As Master Liang stroked his goatee, he spoke earnestly about the principles of navigating the workplace and officialdom. The next second, a familiar voice behind him nearly scared the soul out of him.

"Lu Cheng, what do you think of our Demon Suppression Division?"