The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

As the sky darkened, Qiu Zhida looked particularly lonely. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and finally whispered, "Okay, I'll join you."

The man in black heard this and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "That's more like it."

However, Qiu Zhida did not obey as the man in black had expected. He raised his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and continued, "But I don't understand what I mean to you now."

The man in black smiled even more broadly, as if he had anticipated his question and answered without hesitation, "Of course it does."

"But I'm seriously injured—"

Before Qiu Zhida could finish his words, the man in black immediately said, "Your injury can be cured with just one magic pill."

"You actually have a magic pill!?"

The man in black sneered, his tone revealing disdain: "What's a mere elixir? Follow me, and you'll have all kinds of elixirs. The most important thing is—" His eyes were like torches, and his tone suddenly became low and bewitching: "You have a dark heart."

Qiu Zhida was stunned and took a step back: "What do you mean? Am I a bad person?"

The man in black slowly stepped forward, his voice as piercing as a cold wind, as if it struck directly at the heart: "Stop pretending, aren't you tired? Fifty years ago, you could hide behind and watch the people of the Xianyun Sect die and get injured, but you did nothing. Later, in order to become the leader of the Lingxi Sect, you killed all your competitors. Do you think you deserve the title of a gentleman? The hatred and resentment in your heart have long determined your fate. Entering the demonic path is your ultimate choice."

The man in black walked around behind Qiu Zhida and put his hand on his shoulder: "Face your heart, we are on the same path."

As he spoke, the man in black flicked his finger slightly, and a spiritual pill emitting a faint blue light leaped out and hovered in front of Qiu Zhida.

A faint black mist surrounded the elixir, as if countless whispers were lingering in the ears, tempting the most hidden desires in the depths of people's hearts.

"After taking this elixir, all your muscles and bones will be reshaped, and you will be able to immediately restore your previous cultivation level, but at the same time you will also be completely possessed by the devil."

Qiu Zhida's body trembled slightly, his shoulders stiff as stone. His eyes were lowered, hidden in the shadows, and only the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

After a moment's silence, he suddenly looked up, and as if a flame had ignited, a smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth. That smile grew from nothing, gradually spreading, and finally turned into a low yet wild laugh.

"Hahahahahahaha..." His laughter echoed in the silent mountains and forests, carrying with it a sense of release and pleasure, mixed with a hint of indescribable madness.

He slowly turned around and looked directly at the man in black, his eyes showing a determined madness, like a wild beast that had finally broken free from its cage.

"Yes..." Qiu Zhida whispered, his voice hoarse but powerful: "You are right, we are on the same side."

After saying that, he reached out and took the elixir from the man in black and swallowed it in one gulp.

The elixir melted in his mouth, transforming into a stream of icy liquid that slid down his throat. However, before the coolness could bring him a moment of comfort, his chest felt as if it were being scorched by a raging fire, instantly inflicted with extreme burning pain.

"Ah!" Qiu Zhida raised his head and screamed in agony, his voice filled with heart-wrenching torture. His body was shaking violently, as if every muscle and bone in his body was being forcibly torn and reassembled.

"My cultivation!" He uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice trembling: "I'm back..."

In an instant, he felt spiritual power surging through his meridians like a spring, and the long-lost feeling of power made him ecstatic.

However, this joy did not last long and was replaced by even more intense pain.

"Why... why does it hurt so much!" He curled up on the ground, holding his head with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat dripping like rain.

He raised his head and glared at the man in black: "What did you do to me!"

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Qiu Zhida condescendingly: "I told you, taking the elixir will not only restore your cultivation, but will also completely turn you into a demon. Being a demon will inevitably lead to some inhuman torture, won't it?"

As the words fell, Qiu Zhida's pupils suddenly contracted. Countless fragmented images suddenly emerged in his mind, representing all the humiliation and pain he had experienced in his life.

He saw how the world viewed him as a despicable villain, saw the contempt and ridicule of the Lingxi Sect disciples in the audience, and saw himself in such a state of humiliation as he was trampled on the stage. Those memories seemed to be magnified countless times, repeatedly crushing his remaining self-esteem in his mind.

"Hahaha..." A low laugh escaped from his mouth. At first it sounded like a loss of control mixed with pain, but soon, the laughter became more and more crazy and hoarse, like the laughter of an evil spirit coming from the abyss.

Qiu Zhida's body slowly straightened up, and his originally painful expression was replaced by a strange calmness.

A thick black aura began to emerge from his eyes, and the wounds that were originally bloody and mangled healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin even took on a layer of dark luster.

Qiu Zhida slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be filled with a dark abyss.

"Welcome to join us." The man in black laughed twice and said, "My name is Luo Wei."

Qiu Zhida's lips curled up into a cold smile, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Then Lord Luo Wei, when will the Demon King descend into the world?"

Luo Wei was very pleased with the submissive "Lord Luo Wei" and replied, "It will be very quick. It will only take five years. So during these five years we must find enough men for the Demon King."

Qiu Zhida's eyes flickered when he heard this. He looked up at Luo Wei, his tone inquiring, "So, how many people have you found now?"

Luo Wei chuckled. "I've found plenty of capable people, but the key right now is finding the Demon King's true right-hand man. You, Qiu Zhida, are one of my favorites. You have a strong cultivation base, a ruthless heart, and have already entered the demonic realm. Such talent is truly rare."

Hearing this, Qiu Zhida raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like you have other candidates?"

"That's right. However, this person is much more difficult than you."

"Who?"

"You've seen this person before." Luo Wei laughed twice, then looked at Qiu Zhida: "Yan Chuan from the Xianyun Sect."

"Yan Chuan?" Qiu Zhida's expression suddenly became complicated. "He's just a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage. You know, even a genius needs decades of hard training to break through from the early Nascent Soul stage to the Spiritualization stage. But the Demon King will be born in five years. Are you sure he needs it?"

Luo Wei didn't answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and grasped the edge of his mask. His fingertips tapped lightly on the mask, making a crisp sound. "He's not an ordinary person. Didn't you see his wings?"