Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Probably spurred on by Mu Ling'er, Mu An abandoned the idea of ​​holding a meeting after returning to the Mu residence.

When did killing cult members ever need to be done in secret, with all the worries and concerns?

There has never been such a logic in the world!

The next morning, Mu An, alone with his sword, went straight to Jiangzhou.

He didn't know where the headquarters of the Heavenly Evil Cult was, but he knew where the governor of Jiangzhou was.

Mu An's years of experience as an official made him certain that the governor of Jiangzhou could not possibly be unaware of this.

If someone dares to say they know nothing, then it just means that this governor needs to be replaced!

Fortunately, the governor of Jiangzhou was a sensible man. He warmly received Mu An, addressing him as "Lord Mu" repeatedly, and his attitude was impeccable.

At the dinner table, he kept telling Mu An how rampant the cultists in Jiangzhou were, how difficult things were for the Jiangzhou prefecture, and how many difficulties they faced.

He can't stop talking about how cultists should die, and he can't stop talking about how brave and powerful Lord Mu is.

It was as if with Mu An's arrival, the clear sky had arrived, and the shadows that had shrouded Jiangzhou had dissipated.

As for matters related to the Blood Pill, as soon as Mu An asked, the Governor of Jiangzhou slammed his fist on the table.

The nearly seventy-year-old man's face turned red with anger, and he almost fainted on the spot, shouting repeatedly, "How could this happen?"

These damned cultists dare to harm the people like this! Lord Mu, rest assured, all forces in Jiangzhou will fully cooperate with you to eliminate these villains and restore a bright and clear world to the people of Jiangzhou!

Mu An didn't believe such nonsense, but he didn't waste any more words. The Great Qi had its own national conditions, and he was already used to it.

One doesn't hit a smiling face, and the governor of Jiangzhou was quite sensible, so Mu An naturally didn't intend to escalate the matter further.

After determining the location of the Heavenly Evil Cult's headquarters, he didn't hesitate and charged straight there with his sword.

Xiaochi Village, Qingquan Mountain, on the outskirts of Jiangzhou City.

In a sense, cult members should be a group of people who cannot be brought to light.

According to the laws of the Great Revelation, their actions were so egregious that even a hundred heads wouldn't be enough to punish them.

Even setting aside the laws of the Great Qi Dynasty, judging solely from the folk morality and patriarchal system, the cultists of the Great Qi Dynasty were worthy of being drowned in pig cages or torn to pieces.

For the first ten years after Mu An came into this world, he always believed that these sects, which were labeled as cults, were hidden deep in the mountains and forests and rarely active in the world.

Ultimately, the Great Qi Dynasty was still a powerful dynasty dominated by the imperial court, which was to be expected.

But as Mu An spent more and more time in this world, his horizons also broadened.

More and more facts overturned his somewhat naive idea, making him gradually realize that the so-called cult members were not what he had thought.

It's not like in many novels he'd read before, where the distinction between good and evil is very blurred. Often, cultists are just a group of losers who are condemned as cultists and become universally hated because they stand against the imperial court.

In the Great Revelation, a cult is a cult, a true demon.

A few of them were not entirely evil; they were simply driven by differing ideologies and had no other choice but to act this way.

But many cults are called demons simply because they commit all sorts of evil deeds and wreak havoc wherever they go.

On this point, Mu An has always seen it very clearly. The righteous path may contain filth and corruption, but at least they still have some sense of shame and have to be mindful of this and that. They cannot be too blatant in public.

These cults are different; slaughtering civilians and bullying the weak is as easy for them as eating and drinking.

Furthermore, if you haven't killed a few weak people, other believers will look down on you.

Perhaps it's because of the pursuit of excitement, perhaps because of the enjoyment of contrast, or perhaps because of the long-term repression.

People always like to use a magnifying glass to find evil in the righteous path and a microscope to find good in the demonic path.

Mu An has always understood this.

It is precisely because Mu An understands these things that he rarely considers the opinions of the majority when doing things, and only follows his own heart.

The problem that troubled Mu An for a long time was that the forces of these cults were often distributed in major towns and cities, in places where people gathered.

At the very least, they are scattered in small villages and towns, and it is rare to find them completely hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

This is unreasonable; a force that everyone condemns should not and cannot openly appear in places where people gather.

It took Mu An many years to gradually understand the reason for all of this.

Because cults need the people as sustenance to grow, they inevitably need a large number of people as resources to help them take further steps on their evil path.

They have no moral bottom line, treating "cannibalism" as a shortcut, literally cannibalism.

The court of Daqi was rotten to the core, and the security of a place depended entirely on the conscience of a few powerful local officials.

Those who emerge from the mud unsullied are ultimately a minority among the minority, worthy of being sung and praised throughout the ages.

The silent majority of the world sinks into the mud along with the filth.

They either embraced the mud directly or eked out a living in it, only to have their petals, which should have been in full bloom, broken by the storms and inevitably sink into the abyss.

Over time, even the noble lotus flower becomes rotten and decayed, eventually turning into nutrients and merging with the mud.

Countless cults only need to fence off a piece of land to do whatever they want on their own territory.

This is the most widespread situation of the Great Enlightenment, and also the root cause of the fact that countless cults cannot be eradicated.

There will always be some people who need cults to exist, and as long as there is demand, there is no possibility that cults can be completely eradicated.

Outside Xiaochi Village, two members of the Tianxie sect, dressed in villagers' clothes, stood guard on the only road leading into the village.

"Brother, have you heard? The Tomorrow Cult is distributing human pills again!"

"Hey! There's a rebellion going on in the north of Jiangzhou right now. There aren't many other things, but the most numerous are the refugees. They're all homeless vagrants, and we can arrest as many as we want without anyone caring. In the past few months, the sect's production of human pills has increased more than tenfold!"

"More than ten?! My goodness! How many refugees must have been captured?"

"I don't know, but in the past few months, at least 100,000 have been arrested. Compared to the past when people would sneak around in villages and towns to kidnap a few children and arrest a few beggars, these vagrants are much easier to catch. The human pills refined from them are also of much higher quality than those made from beggars."

"Hiss!!! Does that mean we'll be able to eat pills every day from now on?"

The well-informed member of the Heavenly Evil Cult was a young man in his mid-twenties. He looked at his colleague with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Are there really people this stupid among those who follow the demonic path? Is this kid just faking it?

Despite their doubts, some of the talkative young men couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Eat it every day? Don't you even take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You think you can eat it every day? You dream of anything! No matter how many human pills you refine, they'll all go to the elders. We lowly soldiers should be grateful if we get a few!"

The cultist, whose brain wasn't quite up to par, gave a simple, honest smile and whispered something.

"Didn't the elders say that once their demonic arts are fully mastered, they can refine as many human pills as they want, and everyone in the sect will see a great improvement in their cultivation?"

"Ha! Mastery of demonic arts? What does mastery mean? Can you even achieve mastery in this lifetime? If you're going to rely on that, you might as well go to the city and capture more people, and practice on your own. That's the only way out."

"That makes sense. Cultivation has no end, so how can one talk about achieving great success?" A voice suddenly interrupted.