Anti-fraud manual for the cultivation world

Half an hour later, on Zhao'er Slope outside Jintang Gate.

Two disciples of the Demonic Sect lay in front of Li Gu and Zhang Yi, along with a bewildered Ouyang Ming.

Li Gu used the same method as before, first pretending to be ignorant to lure two disciples of the Demonic Sect to come up and fight him, and then easily controlled them. But this time he did not drain both of them dry, but only drained one and severely injured the other, letting Zhang Yi drain him.

He himself has Liuwei Dihuang Pills to improve his cultivation, so there's no need for him to monopolize all the resources. Giving some to his teammates and improving the overall strength of the team is also very important.

Zhang Yi's heart was beating a little fast!

She could easily kill the disciples of the Demonic Sect because she believed it was a righteous act and had no psychological barriers to doing so.

But absorbing someone's cultivation is another matter entirely.

Li Gu didn't urge her, but turned to Ouyang Ming and said, "Senior Brother Ouyang, how have you been?"

Ouyang Ming's face was covered in purple, rotting flesh. As he gave a bitter smile, bits of flesh dripped down from the corners of his mouth: "Do I look alright like this? I have no other requests, I just hope you can give me a quick death, preferably burn me to ashes, so that Hua Qianfang won't bring me back to life."

"Okay, I agree to your request." Li Gu picked up a rock and smashed it hard on his head.

Turning around, I saw Zhang Yi still hesitating whether or not to take it.

He could only sigh. Compared to Zheng Xiaodong and Zhang Yi, his moral bottom line was far too flexible. He was truly cut out to be a villain and should never dream of becoming a great hero in this lifetime.

Let's just go out and collect firewood!

When he returned after gathering firewood, he saw that Zhang Yi had finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Dong has given me all his cultivation. For a long time to come, I must protect Xiao Dong. I cannot be weak or hesitate. I must keep getting stronger until I can kill Hua Qianfang."

She reached out and grabbed the wrist of the demonic sect disciple.

Li Gu nodded and silently started a fire beside him.

Smoke rose from the mass grave, and Li Gu and Zhang Yi silently watched as three corpses turned to ashes in the fire...

Li Gu didn't seem to mind, but he knew that from this moment on, Zhang Yi's state of mind was different from before.

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Hongya Gate is a city gate that has been closed for a long time, with a cliff right outside the gate.

The cliff is covered with strangely shaped wooden stilted houses, built suspended in mid-air, layer upon layer, with winding wooden ladders connecting these stilted houses, eventually forming a complex network of paths from the bottom to the top of the cliff.

This cluster of stilted buildings is the Jiangzhou branch of the Demonic Sect.

Like other gangs, the Demonic Sect also needs to make money.

Below the cliff of Hongyamen, there is also a small wharf called "Paper and Salt Wharf". The goods traded here are mainly paper and salt. The trade of books and periodicals derived from them, as well as related products such as soy sauce and vinegar, all come and go through Hongyamen Wharf.

The Demonic Sect was responsible for protecting the safety of these merchant ships, maintaining market order in the paper salt trade, and taking a cut of the profits.

The Jiangzhou branch should have been managed by the branch leader, Hua Mingyuan, also known as Hua Qianfang.

However, Hua Qianfang lived in Flower Valley in the northern mountains for a long time, so it was managed by Mo Xuanye, Hua Mingyuan's true eldest disciple. He not only had to manage the business in place of his master, but also had to teach his junior disciples martial arts on his behalf, so he was quite busy.

Rewind to the evening of a month ago, the day Li Gu and his gang killed Zhou Shijie.

Mo Xuanye stood on the small dock of Hongya Gate, watching a large ship unload its cargo. The ship was carrying nothing but books, all vernacular novels transported from Jiangnan. Of course, these were just ordinary people's things; the cargo ship also carried a small box of books that the disciples of the Demonic Sect had collected from all over the country, books favored by cultivators.

Secret!

Mo Xuanye casually picked up a manual from the small box, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips: "Where did this broken martial arts manual come from again? Let me see... 'Pine Breeze Sword Technique'? Hahaha! The introductory sword technique of the Qingcheng Sect? How did this manual get out of existence? The people of the Qingcheng Sect will be furious if they find out."

He then casually picked up another book, "The Nine Swords of Dugu," and laughed, "This is a slightly better sword technique for the Qi Refining stage of the Huashan Sect, but it's still pretty useless. Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, this kind of external skill of attacking by exploiting others' weaknesses becomes completely useless. At the Foundation Establishment stage, you don't even need to make moves anymore; you can control magical weapons to injure people with just your mind."

Too lazy to read the rest, he casually tossed the book box into the hands of his junior brothers behind him: "Take all of these and sell them to independent cultivators to exchange for spirit stones to buy medicine."

After throwing away all the junk, he thought to himself: Our Demonic Sect's external skills are all passed down orally, without leaving any secret manuals. What if something happens in the sect in the future, and a number of skilled people are killed or injured? Wouldn't many skills be lost? It is said that 500 years ago, the Lotus Sect, the predecessor of our sect, was defeated in a decisive battle with the Entering the Mortal World Sect, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. At that time, several skills were lost.

No, no, I have to contribute to the Demonic Sect. I need to copy down all the external martial arts techniques I know. Maybe one day they can save our Demonic Sect from its perilous situation.

Just do it!

The Paper and Salt Wharf has no shortage of writing materials. As soon as Mo Xuanye returned to his room, he immediately picked up his pen and wrote down all the external martial arts techniques of the Demonic Sect, such as fist, palm, sword, knife, and movement techniques, on paper. He even thoughtfully drew little figures to illustrate each move.

Mo Xuanye is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and excels in both calligraphy and painting.

After a full month of hard work, it was finally completed.

Several handwritten secret manuals, still smelling of ink, were placed on his desk.

Suddenly, a paper crane flew in through the window, landed on his desk, and opened its beak to make a noisy squawking sound like a myna bird: "The three groups searching for the livestock are too slow. It's been a month and they're still reporting nothing. Send more people to assist them in the search."

Mo Xuanye quickly put the manual into a drawer, went out, and called a few of his gang members to contact the three groups of junior brothers who were searching for livestock.

An hour later, the gang members returned with strange expressions on their faces: "Senior Brother, those three groups of people... they've all disappeared. We can't find them anywhere."

Mo Xuanye was suddenly startled: "Oh no!"

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The next day, in the middle of those dilapidated houses in the upper city, Li Gu released a paper crane to report that everything was alright.

As soon as the paper crane took flight, Li Gu immediately crouched down and left the hut where the paper crane had been kept as quickly as possible. He went to a small, dilapidated house three streets away. Zhang Yi had been watching the surroundings from inside the house. When he saw Li Gu return, he nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, no one is following you."

Li Gu returned a glance, and then the two of them huddled together by the window, observing the small house that had released the paper cranes from a distance of three streets.

After waiting for a long time, the paper crane returned and flew into the small house.

But Li Gu and Zhang Yi didn't rush out. The two remained hidden and motionless, continuing to stare at the small house.

Starting a few days ago, the two would release paper cranes and immediately retreat to observe from a distance. When the paper cranes returned, they would not go to them immediately, but would wait for a long time before retrieving them to ensure their safety.

Just then, several streaks of spiritual energy, characteristic of those used for flying on magical artifacts, lit up the sky.

A man dressed in black flew over, riding on a giant calligraphy brush. He was none other than Mo Xuanye, the senior disciple of the Jiangzhou branch of the Demonic Sect, followed by four Foundation Establishment stage disciples.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of gang members dressed in black appeared on the ground, emerging from all directions and surrounding the small house.