NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: Those Who Enter My Sect Are All Demons
Yu Lan, as the leading figure in the Red Lantern District, attracted a constant stream of admirers daily due to her captivating beauty. Though not a cultivator, she was accustomed to the art of seducing men and flattering the powerful.
Even though she hadn’t reached the lowest point at that time, continuing in the Red Lantern District might have led her to abandon even her last shred of dignity.
Others saw her as living a glamorous life, assuming she had countless supporters eager for her beauty, living comfortably each day.
Unfortunately, she knew the harsh truth. Once her beauty faded, there would be no recovery.
Even knowing this, what could she do? Sold to the Red Lantern District since childhood, her only future was to wait for someone destined to take her away. She had no other prospects, and even the most beautiful dancing girl couldn’t escape the same fate.
As if hearing Yu Lan’s inner thoughts, fate gave her a different path, but it turned out to be a more brutal one.
Even today, she vividly remembered the face of the man in white robes and the bodies on the table stained with blood.
A group of cultivators called him “Young Master,” indifferent to scenes of him drinking blood.
She, witnessing everything, was captured and thrown into a blood pool.
They claimed they needed a sacrifice to transfer the punishment from heaven to that offering, ensuring the Young Master’s safety.
So, they chose Yu Lan as an “excellent” sacrifice.
They impaled Yu Lan with a long spear, pinning her to the bottom of the blood pool, drowning her in fresh blood.
After that, Yu Lan’s memory became blurry.
She only knew that after waking up, the once putrid blood gradually became sweet to her.
The young man in white robes disappeared with the cultivators, leaving Yu Lan chained heavily.
“But I escaped,” Yu Lan said in a cold voice. “I drank all the blood in the pool, broke the wall, and pulled out that long spear.”
After instinctively drinking all the blood in the pool, she gained an inexplicable brute force, breaking free from the iron chains.
Those cultivators probably never expected Yu Lan to possess such strength, using only ordinary iron chains.
What they couldn’t have foreseen was that Yu Lan could drink all the blood in the pool. Her small stomach couldn’t possibly contain so much blood.
But Yu Lan didn’t lie; she indeed did it. From that moment on, an insatiable thirst for blood filled her every moment.
“I understand now,” He Yuzhou nodded.
Seated nearby, Zhi Shi spoke indifferently, “They are just a bunch of garbage.”
“Do you know who they are?” In this instant, the hatred hidden in Yu Lan’s eyes erupted.
To say she didn’t hate that group of people would be utterly false. Only she knew the agony she had endured in this past year.
“Don’t know,” He Yuzhou replied boldly.
He noticed the disappointment in his new disciple’s eyes, so he added, “But I know what they did.”
“It’s nothing more than an overdose of Blood Essence Pills, causing them to develop Bloodthirst Syndrome,” he explained. “Then, in a specific way, they transferred the Bloodthirst Syndrome to you.”
“There’s no cure for this disease; it can only be transferred,” He Yuzhou shook his head.
As Yu Lan listened, she became increasingly despairing, and her heart grew colder.
“Master, are you using this method to increase her loyalty?” Zhi Shi bent down, speaking softly.
She had heard that making someone oscillate between despair and hope could wear down their will, thus enhancing loyalty.
“What loyalty?” He Yuzhou looked at Zhi Shi in confusion, unaware of his unconscious actions.
“No, it’s nothing,” Zhi Shi shook her head, her face devoid of expression.
It seemed that the master didn’t intentionally make Yu Lan oscillate between despair and hope. But even if he did, it didn’t matter; as long as the master liked it.
He Yuzhou rubbed his chin, still contemplating what Zhi Shi meant by her words earlier. However, after failing to comprehend it, he decisively gave up on further thought.
“Just join our Divine Vision Sect, and you’ll naturally have a chance for revenge,” He Yuzhou said.
Yu Lan’s heart trembled, and she did indeed want revenge.
“Since Yu Lan is going to be my disciple, it’s time to tell her about our Divine Vision Sect,” He Yuzhou continued.
“Do you know that the Divine Vision Sect is considered a demonic sect?” He Yuzhou said.
Many unorthodox sects were averse to being labeled as demonic sects, preferring names like “Holy Sect.”
But He Yuzhou seemed unbothered by this, stating it straightforwardly.
“Disciple has heard of it, vaguely,” Yu Lan hesitated in her response, unsure if speaking the truth would offend He Yuzhou.
“Do you know why we are called a demonic sect?” He Yuzhou asked.
This time, Yu Lan didn’t dare to answer, appearing very reserved.
“You should still try to answer,” Zhi Shi said gently. “It’s a test.”
Yesterday, the master woke her up early and asked about the correct path to revitalize the sect.
Some might think it redundant, as the master already had an answer. But Zhi Shi didn’t see it that way; she considered it a test for the disciples.
“Uh?” He Yuzhou and Yu Lan looked at Zhi Shi simultaneously, both with perplexed expressions.
The former was oblivious, while the latter was surprised that such a simple question turned out to be a trial.
“We’re progressing too quickly?” Yu Lan attempted to answer.
“No, we don’t cultivate using fast techniques. In fact, our cultivation is quite slow,” He Yuzhou explained. “Or you can say it’s ordinary and somewhat boring. Also, we can’t consume any elixirs. Even if you find a treasure, you can only use it to craft tools and treasures, not for consumption.”
If the Divine Vision Sect had some unorthodox techniques, it might have been more bearable.
While others were ingesting elixirs to rapidly ascend, he was probably still bathing under a waterfall.
“Disciple doesn’t know. Please forgive me, Master…” Yu Lan tried to apologize.
“No need to be so formal,” He Yuzhou hastily waved his hand. “Just be like Zhi Shi.”
Speaking of Zhi Shi, Yu Lan sneakily glanced at her, only to see a palpable killing intent emanating from her, as if warning Yu Lan about something.
Zhi Shi furrowed her brows, and the killing intent, already solidified in others’ eyes, became even more terrifying.
“Being called a demonic sect is because of our actions,” He Yuzhou stood up from the cushion after a long time, lacking any oppressive aura.
From He Yuzhou, Yu Lan couldn’t sense any imposing presence.
With his hunched back at a 25-degree angle, messy hair, and the plain linen clothes, he looked like a stray fish from any perspective.
Regardless of how she perceived him, He Yuzhou seemed like a commoner.
Although Yu Lan thought so, it was disrespectful to think of her master in this way.
However, she had seen many influential figures before, and they always exuded a certain aura, indicating their extraordinary status.
Yet, she felt something different from He Yuzhou.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t articulate that subtle feeling.
He Yuzhou’s lips curved into a sinister smile, an evil grin that made Yu Lan truly feel like she was in a demonic sect.
“We of Divine Vision Sect excel at slaughtering immortals and eradicating gods,” He Yuzhou’s voice carried a dangerous undertone. “This is the path of harming heaven and defying reason. Those who enter my Divine Vision Sect are all demons.”
However, in reality, his mind was in a completely different state. Wuhu, he finally got to say this kind of chuuni line. He had held it in for so many years; it felt so good!