If I, a death row inmate, am not to become a demon, am I to become a member of the Imperial Guard?

"Kid, watch your eyes next time."

"You, a mere fourth-class constable, really think you're some kind of savior? You dare to meddle in my affairs?"

The pale-faced man with dark circles under his eyes kicked the blood-covered youth into the death row cell, then swaggered away.

pain!

There wasn't a single spot on my body that wasn't in pain.

Even his body felt like it was on fire, as if it was being baked dry. Countless images flashed through Zhou Yang's eyes like streaks of light.

After a long while, Zhou Yang opened his eyes with trembling. Good news: he hadn't died from the fall but had instead transmigrated into the body of someone with the same name.

The bad news is that the previous owner of this body used all of his meager monthly salary to philander, leaving his body completely drained and riddled with diseases.

Even worse news is that he's a complete novice. If he had just kept to himself, he could have lived a comfortable life thanks to his minor official position. But he had a tiny bit of remaining sense of justice in his heart, which ruined the plans of Niu San, the third young master of the Niu family, the richest man in Jianghuai City.

Ren Niu San was about to charge in with his gun when you rushed out and got arrested for robbing a woman in the street. Not only did you get a beating from his servants, but the county magistrate also conspired to give you a death sentence, to be executed in three days.

The county magistrate and the Niu family colluded to deceive their superiors and subordinates, turning Jianghuai City into a chaotic and miserable place where the people could not live.

Without the status of a minor official, his predecessor was just an ordinary person. How could he have withstood the beatings from the servants of the Niu family who had already cultivated their bodies? He would have died long ago after just one beating. That's why he came to be.

Thinking that he would be beheaded in three days, wouldn't his time travel have been for nothing?

The excruciating pain throughout his body made Zhou Yang grimace and gasp for breath.

"Kid, what have you done to deserve being locked up here?"

Just then, a voice sounded behind Zhou Yang. He lay on the ground and turned his head with difficulty to look over. A fat man with a pale face, no beard, and eyes narrowed to slits, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was sitting cross-legged.

If the other person hadn't spoken, Zhou Yang wouldn't have even noticed their presence.

Most importantly, the opponent's collarbone was pierced and locked by chains.

A master of martial arts!

Four large characters flashed through Zhou Yang's mind.

Recalling the fragments of memory that had just flashed through his mind, he remembered that a few days ago, the Imperial Guards had ambushed the Tianli Sect heretics near Jianghuai City, capturing one of their powerful members and killing several others.

Could this fat man be a powerful figure from the Heavenly Principle Sect? No wonder he's locked up by the collarbone and his hands and feet are restrained.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang had an idea and, enduring the excruciating pain, spoke.

"That Niu San was bullying and raping a woman in the street. As a constable, I naturally had to arrest him. But his servants were numerous and powerful, and they were also skilled in martial arts. I was no match for them and was beaten to the point of being half dead."

"I thought the magistrate would severely punish that scoundrel Niu San, but they colluded and sentenced me to death."

Zhou Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily, as if it was very difficult for him to finish speaking. His eyes were full of resentment and anger.

"They deserve to die for bullying ordinary people!!"

"This Great Qian Dynasty is already riddled with holes and festering sores."

"With treacherous officials in power, the lackeys of the Embroidered Uniform Guard act as accomplices to the wicked."

"Local officials exploit the people, and natural disasters occur frequently."

"It is precisely because the heaven above the people has long since died that our Heavenly Principle Sect came into being."

"Young hero, why not join my Heavenly Principles Sect, punish evil and promote good, overthrow the Great Qian Dynasty, and establish a peaceful and prosperous world?"

The demonic sound entered Zhou Yang's ears, and a struggle gradually arose in his eyes.

"No~ No way!"

"The Heavenly Principle Sect are heretics who are most skilled at bewitching people's hearts. How could I possibly join the Heavenly Principle Sect?"

"Young hero, don't you ever think about who made you into this state?"

"It's Niu San, the Niu family, and the county magistrate!"

"How are the common people in Jianghuai City doing?" the fat man asked, his eyes gleaming with a subtle glint.

"...in dire straits~"

"If that's the case... then..."

"If that's the case, then let's overthrow this damned dynasty."

The vicious voice came from Zhou Yang's mouth, making the fat man's smile even more pronounced.

Become!

His Heavenly Principles Sect has gained another cannon fodder.

"Crunch~"

Just then, two jailers opened the cell door and carried two trays into the prison. One tray had a roast chicken, a plate of beef, and a pot of good wine on it, while the other tray had only half a bowl of spoiled and smelly leftovers.

"Zhou Yang, don't say your brother doesn't take care of you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have half a bowl of rice to eat."

The jailer picked up his rice bowl, threw it next to Zhou Yang with utter disgust, and turned it upside down on the ground, spilling all the leftover rice.

Another jailer respectfully placed the tray in front of the fat man.

"Sir, there really is a hundred taels of silver in the treasure trove you mentioned before."

"This is the fine wine and food you requested, sir. I wonder if you have any other treasures? Don't worry, once we brothers have made our fortune, we will certainly not forget you."

The two jailers didn't even glance at Zhou Yang, fawning over the fat man.

"The second treasure location is... there, you just need to go and take it."

"Yes, yes, thank you, sir!"

The two jailers' eyes lit up with elation. If they split the hundred taels of silver, each of them would receive fifty taels, which was equivalent to ten years of their monthly salary.

As long as you serve this master well, getting rich is just around the corner.

Thinking of this, the two quickly left.

"Wait a minute~ Get my young buddy the same good wine and food!"

The fat man pointed to Zhou Yang standing to the side, and the two jailers left with strange looks in their eyes.

"Thank you... big brother!!"

"Cough cough~"

"I am Zhou Yang, and I do not yet know your name, elder brother."

Zhou Yang stared at the fat man with a fanatical gaze, completely ignoring his own injuries, and moved to his side.

"Big brother?"

"Hahaha~ I'm old enough to be your father!"

"I, Fang Tian, ​​have been appointed as the head of the Ghost Mother Hall of the Holy Sect."

"Incense Master!!"

"Then isn't that senior a powerful cultivator? How could he be..."

"It's alright to tell you. I was ambushed by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. A junior officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, along with three captains, ambushed me and caught me completely off guard."

"Otherwise, how could the Embroidered Uniform Guard have captured me?"

"But you don't need to worry, I have my own way to get out."

Fang Tian didn't say much, and looked at Zhou Yang.

"However, you are indeed frail. Since you have joined my Holy Sect, how can you not have any cultivation?"

"Although my hands and feet are bound and I cannot pass on my skills, as long as you remember the techniques I teach you, I guarantee you will quickly embark on the path of cultivation."

"Senior, is this really true??!!!"

The fervor in Zhou Yang's eyes intensified.

Fang Tian was very satisfied with Zhou Yang's attitude. Don't be fooled by how easily he could bewitch the two jailers.

But he didn't. Why? Because he could tell from their appearance that the two men lacked willpower and were far less determined than Zhou Yang in front of him.

Even becoming cannon fodder for the Holy Church requires a competitive selection process.

After all, cannon fodder, if used well, can accomplish a lot!

"Really! Don't get distracted, just listen carefully!"