The Heavenly Court is gone, I don't want to be a True Lord.

The night was deep.

In the mountains, in a dilapidated temple.

Several raggedly dressed people sat around a campfire, the entire temple was gloomy and filled with a strange, unpleasant odor.

A man, in a dissolute manner, publicly embraced a strange creature that resembled a white fox, with fur on its back but a completely naked front half—it turned out to be a demon!

This is a lust demon, a kind of demon that does not kill people but only absorbs the yang energy of young and strong men. The reason why Xijiao has been able to lie dormant in Fushan for so many years is because of this lust demon.

The leader of the Joyful Cult, using some unknown means, controlled a group of lustful demons. He was able to absorb the yang energy absorbed by these demons into his body through the method of replenishing yin with yang energy, transforming it into qi and blood. Core members of the Joyful Cult were all equipped with this method.

The process was rather unpleasant to watch.

When the lust demon absorbs ordinary men, it uses illusion to transform into the image of a beautiful woman. However, when practicing with the people of the Joyful Cult, the Joyful Cult uses secret methods to suppress the lust demon's illusions, and what is seen is the lust demon's sharp-mouthed and fanged image.

Those who can bring themselves to eat it are truly divine beings.

The others felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the young man embracing the lustful demon and kissing him on the lips.

However, the other party is a core disciple of the Joyful Sect, and they all depend on the other party for cultivation, which requires the other party's lustful demon.

"Has Cheng Guo and the others not returned yet?"

Wang He's lips finally parted from the Desire Demon's, his face flushed, as if he had done the most beautiful thing in the world, his whole body filled with an indescribable evil aura.

"not yet."

Wang He had a bad temper, so they all served him with great care.

"What a useless person! It takes them so long to handle such a small matter."

As he spoke, he suddenly got up and walked outside.

"Your Majesty! No, Master Pu forbids us from going down the mountain casually. Besides, the Xu family's Feng Clan is also arriving soon."

Seeing this, someone quickly stood up and tried to persuade them.

Wang He stopped in his tracks, somewhat displeased, but it was his master's order, and he dared not disobey it.

The reason he was able to come out this time was so that his master could make initial contact with the Xu family.

Although the two sides have maintained contact over the years, the higher-ups have not met for many years. When they meet for the first time, they should be careful and let the lower-ups meet them instead.

It's just that I haven't been down the mountain for many years and haven't tasted the flavor of a woman.

Although the lustful demon could help him cultivate, she ultimately lacked the true essence of a woman. If he hadn't wanted to maintain his position in the sect, he wouldn't have been so infatuated with the lustful demon.

He couldn't help but curse Cheng Guo and his group in his heart. They couldn't even handle the dogs of a few aristocratic families. They were hardly capable of being of any use!

……

Under the moonlight, Zuo Qi quietly gazed at the dilapidated temple in the distance.

With the third eye open, although one cannot see through walls, one can still faintly sense the presence of human presence in the air of the temple.

Looks like they haven't run away yet.

happy Jiao has recruited several high-ranking officials, which is quite a lot. It should be enough for Ni Heng and He Xiao to join the Six Doors.

The Xijiao sect was a well-developed cult with an exceptionally strict organizational structure, consisting of a leader, Dharma King, Four Desires Venerable Masters, Incense Masters, Superior Envoys, Disciples, and the lowest-ranking sacrificial people.

When the Joyful Sect withdrew from Fushan City, it only lost two Four Desires Venerable Masters. In recent years, most of the news about capturing Joyful Sect demons has only involved new disciples.

Moreover, according to Cheng Guo's confession, this envoy named Wang He had a special identity and a powerful background. He held a very high position in the Joyful Sect, and his master was a Venerable Master of the Four Desires.

With these thoughts in mind, Zuo Qi slowly approached.

"Brother Qi, how's the situation? Should we call Centurion Lu and his men for help?"

Seeing that Zuo Qi had withdrawn his gaze, Ni Heng quickly asked.

Given the involvement of the Xijiao sect, Lu Xun would certainly not let such meritorious service go unrewarded, and offering assistance would be inevitable.

Zuo Qi shook his head slightly, "There are twelve people inside, five of them are senior envoys (three-stage cultivators), and the rest are just disciples. The three of us are enough."

Inside the temple.

Wang He rolled off the lustful demon, looked at the waiting crowd, and said with a wicked smile, "You can continue."

Someone smiled ingratiatingly.

After practicing the fundamental teachings of the Joyful Teachings, one cannot live without women, but where can one find women in the mountains?

The higher-ups did have connections with some bandits in the Yazi Mountain area near Fushan City, and could get some women who had been robbed or kidnapped, but it wasn't up to them. Even Wang He could only rely on his master to help people wash pots.

"I've heard that if things go smoothly this time, the Dharma King will be able to acquire quite a few lustful demons. Each disciple in the sect will have one, and everyone's cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds!"

Everyone was laughing and talking.

Click.

Suddenly, a series of faint noises came from the roof.

Wang He had not finished speaking.

The roof exploded with a loud bang, leaving a huge hole.

Rubble, broken bricks, and wood chips were flying everywhere.

A dark figure wielding a halberd descended from the sky, shooting in with lightning speed that even caused the air to tremble.

Swish!

The halberd came crashing down.

Caught off guard, Wang He had no time to draw any weapon and could only raise his arms to parry.

The result can be imagined.

A snap.

Wang He's arms drooped down instantly, revealing a fractured bone.

Even a master of the third level of martial arts, when struck in the arm by such a heavy weapon, coupled with Zuo Qi's immense strength, would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot with his body.

Fortunately, Wang He had also practiced some external martial arts; otherwise, he would have been killed by this attack.

"How dare you!"

The others were shocked to see this; if Wang He got into trouble, none of them would fare well.

The voices all became a few degrees higher in pitch.

Once he realized what was happening, he immediately drew his sword and counterattacked, his blood and qi overflowing.

Zuo Qi swept his halberd horizontally, unleashing astonishing power, deflecting all the blades that attacked him.

He immediately stepped forward, stomped on Wang He's chest, and the halberd dropped a few inches, landing right in front of Wang He.

With a bit of force, the foot sank into Wang He's chest, and the ground beneath him instantly shattered.

Countless fragments of rock exploded and flew everywhere.

"Speak! Who is Wang He?!"

Zuo Qi was very confident, but there were five envoys in this stronghold of the Joyful Sect. He was not careless and chose to launch a sneak attack, and immediately crippled the one with the highest life attribute.

The temple was completely quiet.

The pebbles rolled slowly on the ground, only stopping when they hit the surrounding walls, and a few rolled back to Zuo Qi's side.

He was expressionless, wearing a black mask and a black cloak, making it impossible to even discern his physical outline.

"Refusing to talk? He really is a sorcerer."

Zuo Qi's eyes turned cold, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Wang He was shocked. How could this be?!

Who is this person in front of me? He is clearly not a fourth-level practitioner, but how can his strength be so terrifying, and his martial arts skills be so proficient? Judging from his voice, this person is definitely not very old.

When did such a person appear near Fukuyama Castle?

Is he a prodigy from a sect? Or someone the Six Doors is grooming for advancement?

The other four envoys of the Joyful Cult were both shocked and furious, their faces ashen, with only one thought in their minds:

Monster! This is a complete monster!

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

An envoy roared and charged forward, drawing his sword. His blood and qi surged, and his three levels of cultivation erupted. His sword flashed like lightning and slashed straight at Zuo Qi's head.

But Zuo Qi didn't even look. With a slight flick of his wrist, the halberd swept out like a black dragon's tail.

"die!"

boom! !

The metal clashed, producing a deafening roar.

The envoy felt an irresistible force blast into his body through the blade, shattering his bones inch by inch. He was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the wall and instantly losing consciousness.