A God-Slaying Spear from the Start: I Secretly Practice Demonic Arts Among the Righteous

A four-element spiritual root, a menial servant at the very bottom of the outer sect.

Everyone says Luo Qing won't even reach Foundation Establishment in her lifetime.

No one knows that the dark red tattoo beneath her left breast is a spear.

It's so rusted it's nearly broken, yet it once pierced the hearts of immortals and gods.

Orthodox sects won't tolerate demonic arts, so by day she lowers her head, hunches her shoulders, and pretends to be mute.

At night, she sneaks into the back mountains, lures baleful energy into her body with hunted monsters, and pierces her palm with the spear tip to offer blood in sacrifice.

The steward says she's naturally strong. Her fellow disciples say she's soft-tempered and easy to bully.

Only Zhao Hu knows that when her spear pierced his shoulder in the arena, the look in her eyes didn't belong to a fifteen-year-old girl.

Luo Qing pulled out the spear, lowered her head, and whispered an apology, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

But the spear grew slightly warm in her palm. Beneath the rust, a dark red glow flowed in the moonlight.

The natal spiritual treasure of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was slowly awakening.