The Cautious Saint of the Demonic Path

The demonic art I cultivate eats people without even spitting out their bones.

The soul banner I refine is soaked in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Everyone under heaven calls me the Nine Nether Demon Venerable, and says I am ruthless and have slaughtered countless people.

But even the immortal powerhouses whose entire clans I wiped out never understood, to their dying breath,

why I was always protecting a few mortals as insignificant as ants.

Chu Jiuyou transmigrates and becomes a lowly servant in the Yin Puppet Sect, a demonic sect where every day could be his last. In this world, humanity is confined to a corner, with the century's once-in-a-hundred-years Blood Tide hanging over it like a sword at its throat. Meanwhile, powerful nonhuman races can destroy cities and kingdoms with a flick of a finger.

The demonic path is treacherous, and the weak are prey to the strong. With no other choice, he raises strange and sinister Gu and refines a soul banner that devours souls and spirits, walking the line between life and death.

He just wants to survive. To survive, carefully and quietly.

So he keeps a low profile and patiently bides his time, never drawing attention to himself.

So he makes his plans before acting, and whenever he cuts down the grass, he digs out the roots.

So he turns every enemy into food for his Gu and fuel for his soul banner, making full use of them and leaving not a single soul behind.

Until one day, the Blood Tide returns and the demonic sect is defeated.

A little village he had once secretly protected is about to be crushed beneath the iron hooves of the nonhuman army.

And his soul banner is exactly ninety-nine souls short of advancing to the next rank.

Looking at the demonic aura soaring into the sky in the distance, and the despair in the villagers' eyes, Chu Jiuyou sighs and slowly steps out of the shadows.

"I wasn't going to get involved."

"But you..."

"You're disturbing my Gu cultivation."

That day, a swarm of insects blotted out the sky and swallowed the nonhuman army, while a soul banner howling with ten thousand ghosts tore through the heavens.