Excuse Me, Are You a Demonic Cultivator?

Faced with all the questions, Lin Zhan angrily planted his hands on his hips. “I'll say it again: I'm not a demonic cultivator. I'm not a demonic cultivator. I'm not a demonic cultivator.” As he spoke, he pulled out a whole pile of awards: “Look, this is the ‘Demon-Slaying Champion of Xuanqing Sect’ medal they gave me. This is the ‘Pioneer of the Righteous Path’ token from the Righteous Alliance, and this is the ‘Protector of the People’ token from the imperial court.” “As for those rumors going around that I'm a demonic cultivator, they're all lies. I even founded a school for demonic cultivators to help them turn over a new leaf.” Then Lin Zhan brought out the demonic cultivators he had been reforming at his school and lined them up to speak in his defense, hoping to clear his name. Blood Fiend Old Demon: “How can you people call Daoist Lin a demonic cultivator? He's kind and compassionate. He's not only friendly and generous to ordinary people, he treats us demonic cultivators like human beings too.” Black Wind Old Monster: “Teacher Lin is simply a shining example of humanity. That's all there is to it.” After all the demonic cultivators had spoken, just as law enforcement officers were leading them away, Lin Zhan kindly called after them: “Oh, and don't forget, you have an 8 a.m. class tomorrow.”