Chapter 3: He Really Knows How to Cultivate Demons

“The Ashbone Daoist was killed by his own disciple? Not the righteous path attacking?” Han Changsheng’s face turned pitch-black. A herd of grass-mud-horses trampled wildly in his heart. He almost lost control.

Are you kidding me?

Just a baseless rumor caused the morale of their entire demonic side to collapse.

The righteous path hadn’t even arrived, yet they had already surrendered.

How was he supposed to revive the demonic path now?!

How?!

The demonic path deserved extinction!

Although the other demonic cultivators felt this outcome was reasonable—they were no match for the righteous path after all, or else they wouldn’t be reduced to a life of being hunted and beaten—they still felt ashamed and dared not meet Han Changsheng’s gaze.

“Third junior brother, go check Little Cool Mountain. It’s the frontline outpost of our Great Cool Demon Cavern and must not be lost.” Han Changsheng took several deep breaths to stabilize himself and forcibly erased what had just happened from his mind as he spoke to his third junior brother.

“This matter is small. My avatar can go instead.”

Beside him, a young man dressed in plain clothes, with an ordinary appearance, who had already shielded everyone earlier, hesitated briefly before speaking.

He wanted to refuse, but there weren’t many usable people at the moment.

“Didn’t your avatar get killed by the righteous path in the last Immortal-Demon War?” the senior brother asked, stunned.

He knew this junior brother was very cautious, but… it was only checking their own base’s outpost. Did he need to be this careful?

“I have a spare one,” the third junior brother said awkwardly.

Immediately, the senior brother saw a figure dressed in a white waist-fitted glass immortal dress, long hair falling like a waterfall to her waist, with unparalleled beauty and purity, leaping out from the Demon Cavern, stepping on demonic clouds, and flying toward Little Cool Mountain.

This figure had tried to hide and not let others see.

But the senior brother still saw it.

“You little brat, trying to hide from me? I’m going to see exactly what kind of avatar you’re using.”

The senior brother smirked proudly.

“I thought it was something serious, but it’s just a woman.” He showed a knowing expression.

A female avatar? That was normal among male cultivators.

But when he saw the woman’s face—

“Ping Wuqi!”

The senior brother’s veins bulged instantly, his face turning red. Shock, bewilderment, disbelief—followed by rage, resentment—he wanted to tear Ping Wuqi apart.

That was his ex!

Xu Gu had no idea what was happening inside the Great Cool Demon Cavern. His attention was entirely focused on the panel only he could see.

[Achievement Unlocked—Graduation!]

[Obtained three purple trait fragments.]

Xu Gu nodded in satisfaction.

Three purple fragments were enough to synthesize a purple trait.

Trait tiers were white, green, blue, purple, gold, and red. After two and a half years in this world, he had managed only three white traits. He never expected that graduating would directly give him a purple one.

The world after graduation truly was broader.

Without hesitation, he chose to synthesize.

[Congratulations. You have obtained the purple talent trait—The Mediocre Person.]

“???” Xu Gu stared blankly.

His first purple trait… seemed too mediocre.

[The Mediocre Person: From now on, everyone around you will become mediocre.]

“Hiss.” Xu Gu inhaled sharply. Out of respect for the purple trait, he forced himself to show a look of great shock. But after reading its description again, his expression eased. It didn’t seem very useful.

Fortunately, he firmly believed that to cultivate the demonic path well, compared to traits, his heaven-reaching wisdom, extraordinary comprehension, and unmatched willpower mattered far more.

So he wasn’t particularly disappointed.

He glanced at the pool of blood that was once the Ashbone Daoist, then calmly walked out of the courtyard.

His first act after leaving the courtyard was to gather all the demonic cultivators of Little Cool Mountain.

Although demonic cultivators lacked benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and trust, they revered the strong, ranking themselves purely by cultivation and power. In that sense, they were easier to manage.

Now that Xu Gu summoned them—even in the middle of the night—no one dared to object.

These disciples of the Ashbone Daoist trembled, nervously watching Xu Gu.

Previously, Xu Gu had seemed easygoing—though occasionally erratic, he was relatively pleasant.

But now, Xu Gu had killed his master—and succeeded.

In the demonic path, that made him a ruthless figure among ruthless figures.

Who dared act up before him?

“Junior brothers and sisters, Master could not bear the suffering of the human world and has gone west to enjoy bliss. As his worthy disciple, the pride of his life, I should naturally take up his unfinished wish to strengthen Little Cool Mountain and revive the mighty demonic path.

“So now, I will take over as the Mountain Lord of Little Cool Mountain. You shouldn’t have objections, right?”

Xu Gu looked at everyone, his smile gentle. “If you doubt me, you can go ask Master.”

“Since Master has no objections, we naturally have none. Greetings, Mountain Lord!” All the Ashbone Daoist’s disciples turned pale, cupped their fists respectfully, and bowed deeply.

Joking aside—Master was already in Hell. How could they ask him?

“Dismissed. Continue as usual.” Xu Gu waved.

The disciples looked complicated. They never expected that a single moment of sleep could result in the Ashbone Daoist’s death and a new Mountain Lord.

But soon, they became delighted.

Compared to the cruel Ashbone Daoist who treated them like pigs, Xu Gu—aside from being somewhat erratic—looked kind and approachable.

From now on, life might finally get better.

At the very least, they no longer needed to live in fear, worrying about being chosen as consumable resources.

“Hehehe…”

At this moment, the white fox demon at the foot of the mountain—who had originally fled—rushed back as soon as it heard Xu Gu had succeeded in the assassination. Its face was filled with flattery.

“Senior brother, you’re amazing. You really killed that old, unkillable geezer.”

This was the definition of contributing to a dragon. This was it!

It was going to have a good life with him!

But suddenly its smile stiffened as if remembering something. It became fearful.

“This is bad!

“The Ashbone Daoist was a Protector of the Great Cool Demon Cavern. Since you killed him, the Cavern will definitely send people to trouble you.

“Kid, you’d better pray.”

It turned to run immediately.

But Xu Gu grabbed it calmly, full of confidence.

“We’re all demonic cultivators. If the Great Cool Demon Cavern sees that I can kill my own master and enslave my fellow disciples, clearly I have the innate demonic sacred body. Guarding this outpost at Little Cool Mountain would be easy.

“They won’t trouble me. They’ll make me inherit Master’s Protector position instead.

“After all, being this young and achieving what the Ashbone Daoist did—my potential is extraordinary. I’ll surely become a pillar of the demonic path. Now that the demonic path is weak, the Great Cool Demon Cavern, as its leader, would never waste such demonic talent.”

Xu Gu spoke confidently.

“Is… is that true?” The white fox demon didn’t know why, but after hearing him, its head suddenly felt itchy—as though something was growing.

“Of course.” Xu Gu lifted his chin, lips curling upward confidently at forty-five degrees.

He really understood the demonic path.

(End of this chapter)