Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

I don't know who it was, but the first one choked with sobs and shouted out with all his strength, hoarse but extremely enthusiastic:

"Lu Kui Shou! From now on, my life is yours! I am willing to follow you wherever you command, through fire and water, through life and death, and I will never refuse!"

This cry was like a spark that ignited a prairie fire!

"I am willing to follow the leader's orders, life and death!"

"I will not give up even if I die!"

"I swear to follow Fuguang-kun until death!"

One after another, voices joined in, crying, trembling, and filled with an almost devout fanaticism! Soon, the cries converged into a surging wave, resounding over the ruins of the Xuanyin Sect, which had just been stained with blood.

The captives straightened their backs and looked up at Lu Wensheng with burning eyes. There was no trace of humility or fear on their faces anymore, only a kind of determination and fanaticism as if they had found a home and a faith.

The scene was like the most devout believers swearing allegiance to their gods.

That fanatical look made him almost want to sacrifice his life and soul on the platform without reservation.

Yan Qingshu stood a little further away, looking at this group of demon cultivators who were like stray dogs just a moment ago, but now looked fanatical as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and were willing to die for Lu Wensheng. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and rub the non-existent goose bumps on her arms.

She nudged Wu Feipeng next to her with her elbow and whispered:

"Shh... why do I feel like there's something off about this style? Is Xiaolu trying to appease people? It looks to me like... a large-scale pyramid scheme, cultivating fanatical loyalists? This charm and infectiousness... is incredible!"

She looked at Lu Wensheng, who was gentle and tolerant, as if he had a holy light, and then looked at the demon cultivators below who were so excited that they were about to faint. She felt that the contrast was too great.

By the way, does God favor him? Why is the lighting always so good? Yan Qingshu stroked her chin, watching Lu Wensheng bathed in the sunlight, wondering if there were too many coincidences.

However, her words fell on deaf ears when it came to Wu Feipeng.

Yan Qingshu turned her head in confusion, only to see that Wu Feipeng's current state was even more "fanatic" than those demon cultivator captives in the audience!

His eyes, which were usually as sharp as an eagle's, were now closely following Lu Wensheng's figure on the high platform. They were surprisingly bright, as if a real fire of admiration was burning in them.

The corners of his mouth were tense, his jawline twitched slightly with excitement, and his whole body stood straight as a javelin, as if even every strand of his hair wanted to be twisted into the shape of the three words "Lu Wen Sheng", exuding an extreme pride and loyalty of "I am not alone in my way, and I am proud of it".

Yan Qingshu: “…” Oh, I almost forgot that the person next to me is the hidden ultimate heavyweight “Lu Blow”, Lu Wensheng’s super number one fanatical fan.

As expected... She swept her eyes around the platform and saw that the disciples who belonged to the Discipline Hall and were known for their cold and stern appearance were looking at Lu Wensheng with eyes full of almost religious admiration and absolute obedience.

Even the young disciples from other sects had faces filled with sincere admiration and longing - few could take their eyes off Lu Wensheng like she did, not to mention a certain Liu, whose gaze was practically piercing.

Yan Qingshu's inner villain was scratching her head furiously. Okay, although there are a lot of complaints, I have to admit—Lu Wensheng, this guy is simply a top-notch "succubus" who ignores race, gender, and age! This leadership charisma and personality appeal are simply amazing! Even she was a little excited.

Falling in love with Lu Wensheng is as easy as pie!

Below the platform, the fanatical atmosphere had not yet subsided. Those pardoned demon cultivators straightened their backs, with new fire burning in their eyes and almost blind worship for Lu Wensheng.

However, when Lu Wensheng's eyes swept over these figures who were trembling slightly with excitement, the heavy sense of responsibility in his heart did not lessen in the slightest.

The dilemma of the demonic path is far from being solved by a few words of forgiveness.

The path of magic cultivation in this world has long been trampled beyond recognition by prejudice and countless people with evil intentions.

The so-called "magic skills" handed down are, in nine out of ten cases, drenched in evil and blood - either they require eating people's hearts and sucking their essence, or they require sacrificing resentful souls and evil spirits, or they rely on some extremely poisonous evil spirits and bone powder to break through the bottleneck.

Choosing to embark on this path is itself a life-or-death experience, filled with unspeakable hardships and helplessness.

Now, they are willing to lay down their butcher knives and abide by the new order, but the reality before them is extremely cruel:

One is the pain of retraining—if you choose to dissipate your gong and start over again, how easy is that? The path of cultivation is inherently against the will of heaven, and every step requires great perseverance and great opportunity.

Their foundations have been contaminated by demonic energy, and the pain, risk, and time cost of converting to the righteous path are enough to discourage most people. They may even explode and die due to conflicts in their techniques.

The second is the difficulty of having no skills - if they choose to continue on the path of magic, they will naturally no longer be able to use the bloody, quick-to-learn but evil skills that they rely on for survival and have long been accustomed to.

This is equivalent to having a variety of magic skills, but losing all effective methods to fight against enemies, protect the way, and even maintain the level of cultivation.

Having cultivation but no skills to support oneself is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered in this world where the strong prey on the weak, and even survival becomes a problem.

The third is the difficulty of the skills - it is even more difficult to find a "righteous" magic skill that suits them and does not violate the principle of "not harming others and doing evil" that they have established.

This type of martial arts is rare. They are either ancient fragments that have long been lost, or hidden by some demon cultivators themselves, or they are of mediocre power and slow progress, which cannot meet their needs to improve their strength for self-protection.

Lu Wensheng was not unaware of this.

He was not a naive person and would not think that he could truly change the future of these demon cultivators by just talking and offering forgiveness. Doing so would be easy for him - he only needed to show a magnanimous attitude and gain the gratitude of these people, which would be enough to silence the gossips of the people, and no one would think that he had not done enough.

No one would blame him for not solving these subsequent problems immediately - after all, giving them a way out was already a great mercy.

However, Lu Wensheng could not feel at ease.

He looked at those pairs of eyes that were full of trust and even fanatical faith, and felt the burden on his shoulders become heavier.

He gave them hope and ignited their desire for "uprightness".

If he cannot pave a truly feasible path for them, then this hope will eventually turn into deeper despair, and this trust will eventually be betrayed. Then what is the difference between him and those who make false promises?

If you betray someone who is sincere to you, you will have to swallow ten thousand needles - these words rolled silently through Lu Wensheng's heart.

Since he has promised to give them a new life and dignity, he cannot just pay lip service.

When faced with those who have committed serious sins, he kills them decisively and without mercy; but when faced with those demon cultivators who still have conscience, are willing to reform but are confused about their future, he cannot help but think a little more for them and do more for them.

When he ordered the purge, he was the cold judge; now, he needed to be a practical guide.