【Taking disciples + mass delusion + fake demonic path + Merit System + contrast】
After transmigrating into a world ruled by the demonic path, where the strong prey on the weak, Chen Changsheng inherits a Taoist temple on the verge of closing and becomes bound to the Supreme Merit System.
The System demands that he expand the Taoist faith, encourage people to do good, and accumulate merit.
Looking at the demonic titans outside, who casually sacrifice entire cities and slaughter countless people, Chen Changsheng feels the pressure weighing heavily on him. To recruit disciples, he has no choice but to give orthodox cultivation techniques a demonic makeover.
The Golden Light Mantra, which shines with golden radiance and purifies evil spirits? No, it’s the Skinning Blood Fiend Art. Cultivation sheds your mortal skin and reforges your demonic body, causing unbearable pain!
The Righteous Energy Formula, which nurtures a breath of noble righteousness in your chest? No, no, it’s the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour the Heart Art, which tempers the soul with the resentment of ten thousand ghosts. Only those with tremendous resolve can practice it!
Disciple: “Master, why does my Crimson Blood Demon Palm shine gold when I strike, and why do those demonic fiends turn to ash as soon as it touches them?”
Chen Changsheng: “…Because you’ve mastered it to the utmost. Your blood energy has become pure yang and returned to its true state. Nothing wrong with that.”
System: “Host, your disciples’ evil points are too low. They don’t rank at all on the Evil Fiend List. Please hurry and cultivate demonic disciples who can make the list!”
Chen Changsheng: “Easy. If we send everyone on the Evil Fiend List to the afterlife, won’t we make the list ourselves?”
Years later, the eldest disciple looks at his junior brothers, all glowing with golden light and protected by merit, then quietly tugs at Chen Changsheng’s sleeve. “Master, I have a suspicion… Are we perhaps a little too righteous?”
