Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

The next morning.

Inside the alley leading to the corpses at the South Gate, Lu Cheng sat in an inconspicuous corner of the mortuary, yawning sleepily.

I felt inexplicably tired. Yesterday I was flirting with Hanguang, but I accidentally fell asleep while we were talking. When I woke up, I felt completely drained.

He strongly suspected that Hanguang might be lusting after him and had secretly drugged him, doing something indescribable.

"Yes, that must be it."

The unrealistic idea flashed through someone's mind, but they soon couldn't help but laugh at themselves.

Actually, he had originally wanted to ask Hanguang again yesterday if he had any cultivation guides or anything like that. After all, he knew nothing about cultivation now, and no matter how down on his luck he was, he was still a fairy once, so it shouldn't be a big problem for him to give him some pointers.

But this smile caused everyone else in the mortuary to turn around and glare at him angrily; they had thought he had come back to life from the dead.

She immediately suppressed her smile and put on a mournful expression.

The reason I came so early in the morning is because this place is the closest to Zhennan Pass, has the most corpse-carrying people, and has the best business. You can often see cultivators who died tragically at the hands of demons. Maybe you can unlock the secret of the cheat here.

However, just after the group of corpse draggers stripped all the clothes off the corpse.

"Holy crap, bro, that's huge!"

Everyone turned back again, their eyes serious.

There's a saying that you shouldn't befriend someone without quirks, but this kid looks like he's not even twenty yet, and he's already going this far? Where's his professional ethics as a corpse carrier?

Lu Cheng couldn't help but take a few steps forward, staring intently at the huge gash in the lower abdomen of the corpse, which was firmly embedded below the dantian like a ginseng root. He drooled and looked on with envy.

Seemingly sensing the strange looks from his colleagues, he realized that his words might have been somewhat ambiguous, and his old face flushed with embarrassment.

"No, listen to my excuses... never mind."

The thought that he might also be able to cultivate and get a government job made him a little unable to control his emotions. Although he often referred to himself as a "lackey of the imperial court," sometimes...

Dog food is quite nutritious.

So, to confirm his guess, he rushed to his colleagues' place before dawn to inquire whether they had any fresh goods that had been brought back in the past few days.

"You little rascal, you really are just like me, with a romantic... cough, let me make this clear first, we dragged this back from beyond the Great Wall, so don't get any funny ideas."

The old man at the head of the group quickly changed his tune, deliberately putting on a stern face, thinking that Lu Cheng had come to steal their business. However, the young man waved his hand.

"Hey guys, don't get me wrong. I had a corpse like this somewhere yesterday. I came here to learn how to stitch up wounds. How about I give it a try?"

His complexion softened a little.

However, they did not agree directly, but only said, "Let us touch it first."

Then he groped around, searching everywhere, leaving no stone unturned, from jewelry to purses. He even professionally pried open her mouth to check for gold teeth, and stripped her of her blood-soaked clothes and shoes.

These monks were all dressed in the finest silk, which could fetch a good price even if it was taken from the dead.

Lu Cheng then joined the others in mending the body, giving the deceased a final moment of dignity, and they even started chatting idly.

"It seems like things aren't very peaceful in the city lately."

"Early this morning I saw the Demon Suppression Division leading people around the city in complete chaos. I heard that the dead and injured have exceeded one hundred. Sigh, it's a mess."

"Who says otherwise? A few days ago, there were incidents of demons injuring people in the east and west of the city. I didn't expect these demons to have infiltrated the city."

"Wasn't it supposed to be that the Demon Suppression Division was keeping a close watch? What are these good-for-nothings doing? They've paid their taxes in full, and in the end..."

"Sigh, be careful what you say, there are outsiders here."

Looking at Lu Cheng, whose eyes were shining, the old man in the lead was already secretly planning to talk to the kid about his experiences and hobbies after he finished his work.

But just then, a strong, muscular man spoke up.

"How do you think the demons managed to sneak into the city? It seems like Jingnan hasn't had this much trouble in almost ten years."

"Could it be from the heavens?"

"Maybe they're traveling by water..."

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, Lu Cheng deliberately began to stitch up the wound on his lower abdomen. The moment he touched the other party's spiritual root, memories that did not belong to him flooded back into his mind!

Countless bizarre and fantastical images flashed through his mind. Just then, a long-dormant black aura slowly flowed out from his dantian. However, Lu Cheng, immersed in joy, was completely unaware of what was happening. All he could see was the joy of his spiritual root undergoing another transformation.

"As expected, it worked."

The color of the spiritual root deepened again, changing from chalk to pencil. This method of cultivation was indeed not very dignified and would damage one's virtue. But then I thought that helping others with their funeral arrangements, mending their bodies, and burying them in the coffin was, in a sense, doing good deeds and accumulating merit.

So, does this count as exploiting a bug where merit points automatically cycle?

"Hey guys, why did you all stop?"

Although he was delighted with the changes in his body, Lu Cheng did not stop sewing, stitch by stitch. But his many colleagues, who had been chattering about where the demons in the city came from, suddenly fell silent.

He looked up in confusion, only to be met with a gaping maw!

"Holy shit!"

bang——

He raised his leg and kicked.

It has to be said that although Lu Cheng was cowardly and afraid of death, his reaction was really fast. This time, he managed to make the bloody mouth, which was so close to him, miss its target!

Looking around, he saw that the group was already pinned together and tearing at each other. It was clear that their minds had been destroyed by the demonic energy. Lu Cheng only looked for a second longer before two large hands grabbed his shoulders.

With goosebumps rising on his body, Lu Cheng was so frightened that he tore off his belt and escaped in a flash, leaving only his clothes in the hands of the two men. He then turned and ran, not forgetting to pull up a table and chair along the way to block the doorway!

A smooth escape combo, no less impressive than a Malphite's Flash + Quick Dash to the river to eat fruit and knock off Ignite, left even the two corpse-dragging men, tainted by demonic energy, stunned, their crimson eyes filled with confusion.

"What exactly happened?"

The scene that came into view sent chills down one's spine.

The entire alleyway where corpses were dragged was stained crimson with blood, and tattered flesh and internal organs were everywhere. Several people infected by demonic energy were pinning their comrades to the ground and frantically gnawing and tearing them apart.

One of them, though bitten in half alive, wasn't quite dead yet. His unfocused eyes were wide open, and he was still muttering something, if he guessed correctly.

It should be "Save me".

"roar!"

Perhaps it was because Lu Cheng had made too much noise when he ran out, but the few people on the street who were completely bewitched by the demonic energy all turned their attention to Lu Cheng, as if they had discovered new prey.

My heart sank.

Today is probably going to be a bad day. His biggest regret is that he fell asleep last night. Otherwise, he could have asked Han Guang for a trick or two. Even if he couldn't learn it, he could at least have dealt with this situation a little.

The people in the mortuary behind them also knocked over the tables and chairs, attacking from all sides, with countless thoughts flashing through their minds.

run?

It would be a miracle if I could break through on my own.

beg for mercy?

These lunatics don't seem like they can understand human speech at all.

Or should we pretend to be one of their kind?

Just as he was lost in thought, the boy suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. Startled, Lu Cheng quickly reached out and grabbed the object on his shoulder, trying to throw it to the side. But the moment he touched it, he froze.

Because the one stepping on her shoulders was not a demon tainted by evil energy, but a cold and aloof fairy with an indifferent expression.

...It looks incredibly cloying.