Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

"Ah! Cousin, save me!" Zhao Anfa cried out in anguish.

Seeing Liu Daye lunge at him again with a dagger in his hand, Wang Li suddenly sprang up from the ground and let out a cold laugh.

"You overestimate yourself. You couldn't even get a chance to attack me by sneak attack, let alone face me head-on now."

"I'm going to gouge out your disgusting big eyes and feed them to the dogs, you surnamed Liu," Wang Li said viciously. He channeled his inner energy, and his muscles bulged, making him look like a demonic muscleman.

Just as Wang Li was about to demonstrate to the two what it meant to disarm someone with bare hands, he suddenly felt his legs go weak and he staggered.

At this moment, Liu Daye's dagger was already in front of him; take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Liu Daye severed the tendons in Wang Li's right hand. Wang Li, in pain, frantically tried to muster the strength to fight back, but Zhao An, enduring the excruciating pain in his legs, came up behind Wang Li and delivered a solid palm strike.

The Cinnabar Palm is a treacherous technique that uses internal force to specifically damage the internal organs, making it extremely insidious. Although Wang Li is proficient in both external martial arts and internal qigong, he is unable to defend against the Cinnabar Palm, which specifically targets external martial arts, while he is poisoned.

Before Zhao An's palm even touched Wang Li's skin, Wang Li felt a sinister internal force seep into his body and strike his lungs.

Seeing Wang Li injured again, Liu Daye acted decisively, risking serious injury to himself, he stepped forward, and the dagger in his hand flashed like a black light, instantly slicing open Wang Li's throat.

"You..." Wang Li coughed up blood and collapsed, his eyes filled with resentment.

Zhao An dragged himself with difficulty to Liu Daye's side, who was panting and collapsed on the ground.

"Brother, this Wang Li is really something. If you hadn't been lucky enough to get this dagger magic weapon, we would probably both be dead here today."

Liu Daye stared at Wang Li's corpse, his eyes filled with smug satisfaction.

"Yes, it's just that bastard Wang Li was careless. He didn't notice the hidden mechanism in my dagger. My initial thrust wasn't meant to slit his throat, but to get the dagger close enough so that the poisoned needles shot out from the dagger could hit him."

Liu Daye calmed his breathing, sprang to his feet, and strode forward to kick Wang Li's corpse several times.

“Anzi, now I’ve avenged your cousin. Her soul can finally rest in peace.”

Zhao An spat disdainfully at Wang Li's corpse. He had no parents since childhood and grew up in his aunt's house. He had a very good relationship with his cousins.

One day, while he was working away from home, he suddenly received news of his cousin's death. When he returned, he learned that his cousin had been raped and murdered. Because the murderer was an extraordinary person, the police did not file a case.

However, Na Du Tong was also someone who didn't care about such matters. Since his family was also considered a family of supernatural beings, Na Du Tong simply dismissed it as a conflict between supernatural beings and let it go. They had no interest in getting involved in a rape and murder case between supernatural beings.

The Ten Elders didn't pay much attention to this either. Only major events that could affect the stability of the supernatural community could get the Ten Elders involved. Why would a trivial case bother the Ten Elders? More importantly, this case didn't offend any major sects.

With no way to seek justice, cousin Li Xun (also known as Liu Daye) conducted numerous investigations and learned that the murderer was Wang Li, known as "Mighty Black Bear" of the Quanxing Sect. It is said that Wang Li was the illegitimate son of a member of the Wang family of the Ten Elders, but he was ostracized by the Wang family and joined the Quanxing Sect, where he committed all kinds of evil deeds and was lecherous.

Therefore, in order to seek revenge, Zhao An and Li Xun also changed their names and joined Quanxing, looking for an opportunity to get close to Wang Li and take action. It was only after much scheming that they ended up in this situation.

Li Xun picked up the square object from Wang Li's pocket, carefully opened it with a dagger, revealing a cassette tape inside.

Zhao An leaned closer with difficulty and asked curiously, "Brother, is this the 'Imagine Master' that's been circulating in the underworld lately, capable of boosting a person's cultivation and magical abilities without any cost?"

Li Xun was a little annoyed, so he threw the cassette tape into the ditch next to him.

"Don't think too much about it. When your uncle was teaching you Qi cultivation, he also said that if a supernatural person wants to improve their cultivation properly, they need to put in a lot of hard work. Those who take shortcuts are all crooked and evil ways, and who knows what terrible price they might have to pay later?"

"This Illusionist is definitely no exception. Rapidly increasing cultivation and elevating magic without paying any price, what kind of good thing is he thinking?"

“Let’s quickly dispose of Wang Li’s body and the scene. Now that your cousin’s revenge has been taken, let’s find a new place to live a good life. Quanxing is a den of demons; we can’t let ourselves get trapped there.”

Li Xun was earnestly lecturing his cousin, but in the dim alley, he didn't notice the hidden flame in Zhao An's eyes.

Zhao An initially joined Quanxing to avenge his cousin, but as a young man, his mind was not yet settled. After witnessing Quanxing's unrestrained and dissolute lifestyle, Zhao An could no longer return to the ordinary days of daily life.

Shortly after the two men finished cleaning up the scene and left, a staggering, furtive figure slipped back into the alley and headed toward the ditch.

“I remember you threw it in this spot, right? Ah! Found it.” Zhao An pulled out an unmarked cassette tape from the dried-up ditch.

Thankfully, there was no water, and the tape was intact, Zhao An thought to himself.

Looking at the cassette tape in his hand, Zhao An's eyes were filled with desire.

He not only missed the free and unrestrained life of Quanxing, but more importantly, he didn't want to experience the deep sense of powerlessness he felt on the day he learned of his cousin's death.

For this, he needs power, even if that power comes at a price he is unaware of.

Chapter 73 Under One Person: The First Signs of Chaos

As night falls on this bustling metropolis, the city lights come on, neon signs flicker, and a dazzling, vibrant scene unfolds. However, behind this glamorous facade lie many unknown dark corners.

These corners, like shadows in the city, are obscured by the glow of neon lights and become hiding places for those with ulterior motives.

On the outskirts of the city, there lies an abandoned warehouse, far from the hustle and bustle, utterly silent. Inside, dim lights flicker, barely illuminating the surrounding space. In this gloom, a group of people quietly gather. Their figures are indistinct in the faint light, making it difficult to discern their true faces.

These people came from all over the country and were of all kinds. They were tall or short, fat or thin, male or female, old or young, and even their accents were different.

"Master Yongjue, where is Sister Dou?" Zhang Fang, a smart young man with a slicked-back hairstyle and wearing loafers, asked Gao Ning, a fat monk with a plump and prosperous appearance.

Gao Ning shook his head: "This humble monk does not know?"

Zhang Fang stroked his chin, as if he had thought of something, and then stopped talking to Gao Ning and stepped aside.

Gao Ning was secretly surprised. When did Zhang Fang and Dou Mei become so close? This was truly unexpected. However, at the same time, a sense of doubt also arose in his mind.

Because he and Dou Mei were a perfect match and worked together seamlessly, they often operated together. However, in recent months, Dou Mei seemed to have vanished suddenly, never contacting him again. This situation was undoubtedly unusual for their collaborative relationship.

"Could it be that she's run into some powerful figure? Like that old man Lu?" This thought suddenly flashed through Gao Ning's mind, and it filled him with an indescribable malice.

That's just his nature; he always enjoys seeing others in trouble or even on the verge of collapse. Even his long-time partners are nothing more than pawns to be manipulated at will, so there's naturally little affection between them.

The person who organized today's gathering was Yuan Tao. Gao Ning wasn't very clear about the specifics of the gathering, but he had heard that it was related to something that was causing a stir in the underworld.

Gao Ning concealed his obese body on the periphery of the Quanxing crowd, watching Yuan Tao waving a cassette tape on the container, speaking with great enthusiasm and spittle flying everywhere, and sneered inwardly.

"So that's why a group of previously unknown experts have suddenly appeared recently. So that's the reason."

Gao Ning saw it very clearly: this was definitely the same thing as Shen Chong's usury; there was a huge hidden price behind his rapid progress in cultivation.

The fact that no one has discovered it only means that the other party has bigger plans and is hiding them more deeply, not that there is no cost involved.

However, looking at Zhang Fang standing next to Yuan Tao, Gao Ning also had a slight doubt, but considering that Zhang Fang had always had a good relationship with Yuan Tao, this doubt quickly dissipated.

Gao Ning pondered inwardly, his mind racing. Although he scoffed at this thing, he wondered if he could use it to gain some benefits for himself.

Anything that can rapidly improve one's cultivation and magical abilities, even if it comes with a hidden cost, will definitely be bought by a bunch of fools or desperate people who will sell their possessions to buy it.

Just as Gao Ning was pondering his own interests, he didn't notice that Zhang Fang on the container had taken out a tape recorder, and Yuan Tao was about to insert the tape.

Some astute individuals in the audience realized the situation was dire. Some attempted to flee, while others tried to stop Yuan Tao and Zhang Fang. However, none of them could get close to Yuan Tao's Nine Dragon Sons formation due to its formidable defense.

When Gao Ning came to his senses, he saw Yuan Tao press the play button on the tape recorder with a ferocious smile, and the tape started spinning.

"Namo Mara Tenshi!"

Om Siddha Arvidyati Sattva Viya

Mahaprajnaparamita All-Knowing Emperor

Svaha...

Gao Ning's expression changed drastically. He felt as if the incantation was alive, drilling directly into his head and echoing in his heart.

Guided by this incantation, he seemed to enter the Heaven of Transformation, where he glimpsed the Great Sage Demon Luo high in the sky, and saw infinite joy in him. His true qi began to flourish as if in joy, and his cultivation began to improve continuously. Gao Ning also gained a deeper understanding of his Twelve Labors Formation.

Although Gao Ning was inherently evil, his mind was far from ordinary. He used the mind-stabilizing techniques he had practiced in Buddhism to forcibly break free from the illusion.

By this time, he was covered in sweat. Looking around, he saw that everyone had a joyful expression on their faces, immersed in the illusion of the Demon Realm.

On the container, Yuan Tao noticed Gao Ning had woken up and gave him a strange smile.

Gao Ning wanted to fly into a rage, but when he realized how much his cultivation had actually improved and how much he had come to understand the Twelve Labors Formation, he fell silent.

After a long pause, Gao Ning finally managed to utter a single sentence through gritted teeth: "This is fucking weird!"

In the top-secret conference room at the headquarters of NaDuTong.

Chairman Zhao Fangxu sat at the head of the conference table, expressionless, his glasses gleaming white, making it impossible to discern any emotion in his eyes.

The other directors and heads of various regions also looked solemn as they stared at the unmarked cassette tape in the center of the conference room.

"Let's discuss this. This thing has caused quite a bit of trouble lately."

"This thing must be banned, and we must take drastic measures." Liao Zhong from South China said angrily. Chen Duo, whom he regarded as a daughter, had recently almost had a mishap while carrying out a mission to arrest Quanxing.

The reason is that the guy somehow obtained this tape called "Fantasy Master," and his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, causing a major error in the countermeasures.

"Xiao Liao, this stuff absolutely must be banned, no doubt about it. But the problem is how to ban it. Where did this stuff come from? Who's behind it? How is it produced and distributed? Can it be copied by others? If you don't figure these things out, how can you ban it?"

Xu Xiang, looking utterly exhausted, spoke, but after only a few words, he began coughing violently, making it clear to everyone that he was nearing the end of his life.

Dou Le from East China crossed his arms and added, "Currently, this stuff is mainly popular within the Quanxing (a subculture in Taiwan). I've caught several people with ulterior motives, and they all said they heard the contents of this tape at a Quanxing gathering and then became addicted to it."

“In my district, the earliest known disseminator is Dou Mei, but we don’t know where she got this stuff. Dou Mei’s power has been greatly enhanced by this stuff; our people were knocked down as soon as they met her, and we couldn’t do anything to her.” Ren Fei from Huazhong added her information.

“Those Quanxing members who have heard the tapes say that what’s playing here is a mantra being chanted in a voice that’s indistinguishable as male or female, and the content seems to be praising Mara. They say that the mantra is as if it’s alive, constantly echoing in their minds.” Hao Yi from the Southwest spoke in a somewhat gloomy tone, and everyone could sense that he was unhappy.

Hua Feng from the Northwest spoke up: "I asked a weapon refiner I know, and he said that this tape is not a magic weapon, or rather, it is different from the magic weapons we usually understand."

Its core is actually a kind of Qi, which the other party combined with the magnetic material on the magnetic tape in an extremely ingenious way.

When the machine reads the magnetism, it stimulates the Qi on it, transmitting the sound along with the Qi.

As long as there is enough Qi, these tapes can be made as many as desired, and they don't even necessarily need to be made from tapes.

Director Bi Youlong was somewhat annoyed. He spoke directly: "So, to sum it up, this thing has no known origin, is easy to spread, simple to manufacture, and is also extremely malevolent?"

He seemed to laugh in anger: "Should I thank this mysterious mastermind for turning the scourge against these scumbags of the Quanxing Sect?"

"It's not necessarily Quanxing," Hao Yi, the head of the Southwest Region near the border, added abruptly.

The directors and other executives turned and stared intently at him.

Hao Yi rubbed his sparse head and said with some emotion, "Recently, this thing has become popular in the southeast of our house, and they're making a bigger fuss about it than we are."

"Ha, transnational crime? What a talent!" Liao Zhong said sarcastically.

Xu Xiang added, "Some disciples from prestigious schools have also started to get involved with this stuff, and the number of conflicts among martial arts schools in Tianjin has increased quite a bit recently."

Zhao Fangxu remained as steady as a mountain. He turned to look at Gao Lian, the only regional head who had not spoken, and calmly asked, "Xiao Gao, do you have any comments?"

Gao Lian was a typical Northeastern man, broad-shouldered and with a slightly round, square face.

"Some of the immortals in Northeast China have already fallen into this trap; they are even more obsessed with this stuff than humans."

Grandpa Hu and Grandma Hu have already given an order to prevent this thing from leaving Shanhaiguan, saying it's an evil artifact and anyone found carrying it will be killed.

Gao Lian's news gave Zhao Fangxu an even bigger headache. Those immortals who had lived for thousands of years were not to be trifled with. Balancing the relationship between humans and immortals had always been a key focus for the company.

Zhao Fangxu worried that these tapes might disrupt the tacit understanding that had been built up between the people of Northeast China and the Xian family over the years, causing chaos.

"I have nothing to say, just go all out!" Director Huang Boren said.

"If we can't deal with the people behind this, can't we deal with Quanxing?" Bi Youlong sneered, his tone ruthless. "As long as we arrest enough people and interrogate them harshly enough, I don't believe we can't find any clues about the mastermind behind this."

“I agree. This is no longer the ordinary Quanxing. We must take strong measures.” The directors echoed, and the regional head also tacitly agreed.

Zhao Fangxu looked around and saw that everyone had reached a consensus, so he, as the chairman, made the final decision.

"All regions are mobilized, and the company will soon issue a document ordering the arrest and strict investigation of anyone involved in this substance. We must cut off the distribution network and find the mastermind behind it."

"Yes!" everyone responded.

Chapter 74 Under One Person: The Invasion of the Outer Demons

Afterwards, Xu Xiang was kept behind by Zhao Fangxu alone.

Looking at his tired old partner, Zhao Fangxu couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

He didn't try to persuade her further; he couldn't change her mind.

Feng Baobao's matter is the obsession of this old friend of mine throughout his life, and no one can persuade him otherwise.

He poured Xu Xiang a cup of hot tea and asked, "Old Xu, can you give me some advice? What exactly is the purpose of the person behind this recent incident?"

Xu Xiang stretched out his trembling hand and slowly picked up the teacup. His movements seemed somewhat slow, as if every subtle action required a great deal of energy.

He brought the teacup to his lips, blew on it a few times, and then carefully took a small sip. However, despite it being a cup of top-quality Da Hong Pao tea, Xu Xiang did not perceive its unique aroma or mellow taste.

As Xu Xiang ages, his physical functions are rapidly deteriorating, and his five senses are gradually declining. He, who once possessed a keen sensitivity to food and the aroma of tea, can no longer fully enjoy these pleasures as he once did.

He said in his weak but still steady voice: "There are only three reasons why extraordinary people do things: one is external benefit, the second is love, hatred and affection, and the third is self-cultivation."

"The other party has made such a big fuss, it's unlikely to be just a matter of personal feelings or hatred. It's more likely to be for external gain or for spiritual cultivation."

Xu Xiang paused for a moment, took a breath, and continued his analysis: "If it's for external benefits, then what's his motive? To make money from these tapes? If he really is in it for money, then he shouldn't have gone to those bastards from Quanxing."

"Who with real money would join Quanxing?" Xu Xiang's lips curled into a disdainful smile, as if he held the organization in utter contempt.