Secretly Practicing Buddhist Arts in the Demonic Sect

At twenty, Su Jiu jumped from the roof of a psychiatric hospital and transmigrated into the young master of the Wusheng Sect, a demonic cult. For sixteen years, he had chewed on poisonous insects and soaked in pools of blood, yet he had ruined all eighty-one supreme demonic techniques his parents prepared for him without even getting started. The entire cult considered him a good-for-nothing, and even he thought so himself. Then, in the storeroom, he found a battered book used to prop up a table leg. The moment he struck a meditation pose from its pages, golden Buddha light flooded the entire demon lair, and the sound of Buddhist chants thundered through it. The Demon Lord gazed at his golden, good-for-nothing son and wept with joy. “Jiu'er has finally mastered an unparalleled demonic art. He's even managed to redeem his own father!” Su Jiu looked up in confusion. “Dr. Liu, I don't think today's medicine is working right.”