Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Yin Jun leaned against the pillar, his arms folded. He looked with a complicated gaze at the faint glow of spiritual energy emanating from the upper floors of the library. He nudged Wei Xun beside him with his elbow and said with a resigned, teasing tone, "Master used to always compare us to Fellow Daoist Lu. How can we compare now? I'm afraid even Fellow Daoist Liu can't even come close."

Wei Xun glanced at his junior fellow apprentice calmly: "I had no intention of competing with him." Comparing what? Who looked more like a monster? He had long since seen clearly that it was important for people to know themselves.

Zhang Zhixu's mouth twitched uncontrollably as he continued, "Brother Liu is still a human being after all. We can barely see him by standing on tiptoe—but Brother Lu... this is simply inhuman! We can't even see his shadow!"

Song Wen, standing next to him, already looked like a hopeless, indifferent fish. He stared at the ceiling with empty eyes and muttered, "I'd better ask Jiang Xiuyuan to unleash that fully automatic spirit sword and kill me... I can't stay in this world of cultivation anymore."

Gu Jinzhi, on the other hand, was carefree. He scratched his head and laughed foolishly: "Yangming was not so exaggerated before. Is he afraid that we will be hurt, so he restrained himself on purpose? Hey, he is a pretty nice guy!" As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted several looks like he was looking at a fool.

Yun Wujiu subconsciously touched the hilt of his sword, as if he needed some solid support, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Elder Jun... does she know that her disciple is so... such a beast?" He couldn't think of a more appropriate word.

With a dull "thump", Yan Zhaoming was seen falling to the ground with all four limbs, hitting the ground with his head (of course, he just touched it lightly), and shouting in grief and indignation: "Since Yan Zhaoming was born, why was Liu Jiqian born! Since Yan Zhaoming was born, why was Lu Wensheng born?! God, are you kidding me?!" His acting skills were fully revealed - who still remembers that he was originally a proud "big rooster" who wanted to look up to the sky?

Cang Lige crossed her arms, snorted twice in disdain, and shook her long hair. "Hmph, you act as if you can rule the world without them?" Her beautiful blue eyes swept across everyone present. "Do you think we're dead? If you, an illiterate Yan Zhaoming, become the leader of the younger generation, we might as well jump into the sea. We can't afford to lose face!"

This statement immediately resonated widely.

Tan Heng nodded expressionlessly; Jiang Jinyue echoed in a low voice: "That's right, that's right"; Jiang Caixue gave an almost imperceptible "hmm"; even Li Zeng, who looked the most honest and simple-minded, gave a heavy "hmm", with "absolutely not" written all over his big, copper-bell eyes; Yun Wujiu also smiled helplessly to express his agreement.

Yan Zhaoming definitely cannot be the first - letting this "illiterate" suppress them is more painful than killing them.

Yan Zhaoming was instantly furious: "I'm not illiterate!" How could he be illiterate? There are so many people here, please don't mislead the disciples, okay? (Mislead the disciples)

Qin Xiao on the side has completely fallen into a state of great autism. He seems to be still there, but he has been gone for a while. The whole body is filled with a low pressure of "Don't bother me, I want to be alone".

Ji Yanli, on the other hand, was in a rare mood for a joke. He turned his gaze to Liu Jiqian, who was standing quietly at the side, and said in a calm tone with a hint of teasing, "Fellow Daoist Liu, I'm afraid your title of 'the number one of the younger generation' will soon be passed on to someone else."

The corners of Liu Jiqian's mouth curled up slightly, his voice clear and calm, "I never considered myself number one." He paused, his eyes seemingly glancing upstairs unintentionally, "Now, I'm just returning this false reputation to someone who truly deserves it."

He said this lightly and seemingly modestly, but upon closer inspection, he seemed to be speaking in a nonchalant manner, as if to say, "I don't care about this title in the first place. Now it's just returning it to its original owner." This was a kind of nonchalant and... well, Versailles.

It was as if he had been keeping the title temporarily, and now that he had met a more suitable owner, he was just returning it.

Ji Yanli paused: What's going on? My hands feel itchy.

At this moment, Wu Feipeng passed by, holding a stack of newly sorted jade slips. Seeing this group of people gathered here, with all kinds of strange expressions on their faces, he couldn't help but frowned. Subconsciously, with a bit of the seriousness he usually gave to the disciples of the Discipline Hall, he asked: "Everyone... Is there nothing to do? What are you gathering here for..."

Before he finished speaking, the geniuses who were originally immersed in various complaints, grief, anger, and ridicule were like cats whose tails were stepped on. They scattered in an instant, looking for bookshelves, jade slips, and even pillars to pretend to be busy. They were so fast that only afterimages were left.

"Hey?" Wu Feipeng stood there in a daze, holding the jade slip. Looking at the empty surroundings, he became even more confused. "Why...are all the people gone?" Did he say something wrong?

Lu Wensheng's "retreat" was incredibly efficient.

The magic skills he improved were completely transformed.

Those martial arts techniques that were originally filled with blood, viciousness, and self-serving methods were forcibly reversed by him with his extremely strong understanding and system assistance.

Some were transformed into secret body-refining techniques that drew in the natural evil energy between heaven and earth to temper the body. Although the progress was slower, the foundation was solid and there was no need to worry about backlash. Some were transformed into puppet mechanisms that controlled metal, stone, earth and wood. They only needed to consume spirit stones and spiritual power, and no longer required to harm living beings. Others became auxiliary methods to temper spiritual consciousness and stabilize the state of mind. All evil was gone, leaving only mystery.

When these improved jade slips of martial arts techniques were distributed to the demonic cultivators who chose to surrender, the sensation they caused far exceeded that of the previous ones.

Because of their trust in Lu Wensheng, the demon cultivators naturally couldn't wait to try practicing, and then they were incomparably shocked and impressed!

They could clearly feel that when the new technique was put into practice, the demonic energy in their bodies circulated smoothly and smoothly. Although its power might not be as extreme and violent as before, it was more condensed and controllable. More importantly, they no longer had the hostility and restlessness that followed them like a shadow during their previous practice. Instead, they felt a sense of peace of mind and a sense of being grounded.

How could this still be the devilish path they knew, filled with thorns, sin, and every step of their lives? This was clearly a brand new path, unprecedented, upright, and promising!

For a time, all the demon cultivators' admiration and gratitude for Lu Wensheng reached a peak. Some even excitedly discussed in private that although Lu Wensheng was the leader of the righteous path, his earth-shaking innovation and reconstruction of the demonic techniques made him a "pioneer" and "ancestor" in another sense on the path of demonic practice, and he truly pointed out a path of salvation and rebirth for them!

Yan Qingshu listened to these discussions, smacking her lips. Her expression was odd and a bit absurd, as she muttered softly, "Goodness... the founder of the demonic cultivation system and the leader of the righteous alliance, these two completely unrelated identities, can actually be the same person? This plot... even in a novel, I wouldn't dare to write it like this!"

Wei Xun couldn't help but glare at her after hearing this: "Is there anything else you dare not write?"

Yan Qingshu raised her fist silently: "Hmm?"

Wei Xun: "...You are right."