Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter One: Blood Refining Sect

In 20×× AD, in front of a temple gate, a handsome man in his early twenties, dressed in a black casual suit and blue jeans, lay motionless on the ground in a spread-eagle position.

At that moment, a middle-aged doctor who had just gotten out of an ambulance was examining and giving the man first aid. But soon after, the doctor took off his thick glasses, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shook his head.

After the doctor shook his head, the man was placed on a stretcher. A nurse took a white sheet and covered his entire body, including his handsome face.

Seeing this, the onlookers knew that the young man was probably already dead.

A middle-aged woman watched the handsome young man die and sighed with heartache, "That young man was perfectly fine, how could he die in front of the temple gate?"

"He came early this morning to offer incense, but he was killed by a string of Buddhist beads. See that? It's the Buddhist beads that the monk threw out!" Another gossipy auntie chimed in, pointing at the fat monk surrounded by two policemen, her eyes filled with disappointment at the current state of Buddhist peace.

The fat monk was no ordinary fat man; his body shape was so large that if he didn't have hands and feet, he would look like two fleshy balls of different sizes stacked together.

At that moment, the fat monk was crying and shouting, "Officer, I'm just trying to make a living. I'll accept that you call me a swindler, but how could you say I killed someone? I only threw a string of Buddhist beads, but how could a strong young man be killed by a string of Buddhist beads?"

"What kind of Buddhist prayer beads?" the policeman asked seriously.

"It's the kind you wear on your wrist, the kind with eighteen beads. I found it in the backyard of the temple last year. That kid is a madman. He ran up to my stall early in the morning, saying I was cheating and swindling people and that he wanted to tear down my signboard. I threw it at him in a fit of anger, but it really didn't kill anyone!" The fat monk continued to protest his innocence while gesturing.

"Where are the prayer beads?" the policeman asked again.

"I don't know either, it seems like it disappeared after hitting him!" the fat monk said innocently.

The police officer looked at the others and asked, "Has anyone seen the Buddhist prayer beads?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen it!

In broad daylight, the murder weapon had vanished—it was truly unbelievable! Faced with this bizarre incident, the police officers felt beads of sweat forming on their foreheads!

In the southeast of the Izumo continent lies a country named Cheyun, which has stood for over eight thousand years.

To the east of Cheyun Kingdom lies the Bloodflame Mountain Range.

The mountain range is known worldwide for its majestic and treacherous nature.

Its grandeur stretches for over 300,000 li from east to west and 70,000 to 80,000 li from north to south, with countless snow-capped peaks reaching into the clouds, making it impossible for even birds to cross.

Its perilous nature is evident in the numerous sheer cliffs, the jagged rocks on the hillsides, the poisonous pools and miasma in the valleys, the countless demonic beasts lurking in the mountain streams, and the legendary immortals who ventured there could never return without a moment's carelessness.

The mountain range is named the Bloodflame Mountain Range because it is often shrouded in a spectacular sight of blood-red light that blots out the sky. When this happens, the mountain range appears to be enveloped in blood-red flames, leaving people in awe of the wonders of nature.

The reason for this is that the Blood Refining Sect, one of the seven great demonic sects of the Izumo Continent, has its mountain gate located deep within the Blood Flame Mountains.

There are no pavilions or towers on the mountain where the Blood Refining Sect is located; there are only caves. And beneath these caves lies an amazing underground world.

In this underground world, all the pavilions and towers that a typical sect should have are present. Although it lacks the ethereal and otherworldly atmosphere of a fairyland, it is still majestic and grand.

In a secluded corner of this underground grotto, in a small stone chamber, a boy who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old stared wide-eyed and gaped in disbelief at a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hands.

"Damn fat bald monk, you're really ruthless, sending me to another world like that!" The boy's mouth, unusually wide open, moved a few times, uttering a sound, but his words were filled with resentment towards a certain bald creature!

How could he not feel resentment? Lin Haoming was originally a graduate student at a prestigious medical university, with a lucrative career and nurses vying for his attention. But now he felt no hope for the future at all! Was it easy for an orphan like himself to have achieved this through self-reliance? And now it's all ruined!

Now he has come to a world where people can cultivate immortal techniques, but he is a disciple of the Demonic Sect. If he were just a disciple of the Demonic Sect, that would be fine, but he is a disciple of the Demonic Sect with low aptitude. If he were just a disciple with low aptitude, he could keep a low profile. But who can blame him when this kid named Lin Haoming has an ancestor who was a Golden Core Ancestor? He was arrogant and domineering because he was a descendant of the ancestor. As a result, the ancestor died a few years ago, and he, the descendant of the ancestor, became the target of bullying by his fellow disciples.

When the ancestor was alive, he lived in the cave with the most abundant spiritual energy and was served by beautiful maids. However, a few years later, he could only live in a remote corner with scarce spiritual energy, and had to do the hardest and most tiring work every day. He was even bullied by others.

In the Demonic Sect, there is no such thing as taking care of the descendants of fellow disciples. If you want to enjoy life, you have to rely on your own strength to earn it. But with his mixed spiritual roots, Lin Haoming could only smile bitterly.

"Lin Haoming, it's payday for this month, what are you doing hiding in your hole? Are you just going to throw it all away?!"

A somewhat hoarse voice came from outside. Upon hearing it, Lin Haoming immediately put away his prayer beads and followed the voice outside.

The person outside who addressed him was a bearded man in his thirties named Hai Futong. He had the cultivation of the ninth level of Qi Refining and was in charge of him and more than twenty other outer disciples of the Demonic Sect.

These were all obtained from the memories of the previous Lin Haoming. He had been here for three days and this was the first time he had seen him. As for the other two days, he had been doing his work here.

Stepping out of his stone chamber, he found himself in a huge natural cave, hundreds of feet long, wide, and high. Stone chambers had been carved into the cave walls, and Lin Haoming had emerged from one of them, or rather, jumped down directly from it.

Although Lin Haoming's current status isn't great, he is still a cultivator, and moving up and down several dozen feet is still easy for him, which is something that makes Lin Haoming feel comforted.

There were about twenty other people who came out with me, and we all stood in a group.

Hai Futong was holding a jade bottle. He would pour out two or three pale yellow pills for each person he passed. The person who received the pills would then carefully put them away.

When it was Lin Haoming's turn, Haifutong only had one left in his hand. Lin Haoming looked at it and exclaimed, "Manager Hai, why do I only have one!"

Hai Futong saw that Lin Haoming actually asked him a question, and immediately snorted coldly, "Didn't you say yourself that three pills a month is too many and you can't refine them yourself, so you've accumulated two here with me? Do you want them back?"

Hearing Hai Futong's threatening words, Lin Haoming was startled. At the same time, a memory flashed through his mind: when he first arrived here, he was bullied and had no choice but to offer two-thirds of his monthly pills to Hai Futong for his protection.

In fact, he wasn't the only one among the twenty-odd people who took less pills, but he was the only one who only took one. Although Lin Haoming was bullied, he wasn't stupid. By giving most of the pills to Hai Futong, at least Hai Futong wouldn't let others bully him. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't even be able to keep one.

Thinking of this, Lin Haoming felt that this kid had lived a very pathetic life before. However, he also understood that his aptitude was really too poor. When his ancestor was alive, there was enough pills to supply him every day. Even so, when his ancestor died at the age of thirteen, he was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Now, four years have passed, and he is still at the sixth level. Meanwhile, the girl named Xie Ruolan, whom his ancestor had planned to be his Daoist partner, was said to have already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. She was also two years younger than him. It was truly infuriating to compare oneself to others.

Of course, he is now a key inner disciple being cultivated by the sect, so he doesn't remember me at all. We've only met once in all these years.

In the world where he now lives, where cultivation is possible, as far as he knows, cultivation is divided into four major realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul. As for the legendary Nascent Soul realm, which is said to be above the Deity Transformation realm, Lin Haoming had only heard his ancestor mention it before. Even his ancestor had never seen such a person, and he didn't know if such a person existed. Each major realm is further divided into ten levels: the first three levels are the initial stage, the fourth to sixth levels are the middle stage, the seventh to ninth levels are the late stage, and the tenth level is the Great Perfection.

The gap between each major realm of a cultivator is enormous, and there are also considerable differences between minor realms within the same realm. For example, the gap between the fourth and sixth levels of Foundation Establishment is not as large as the gap between the sixth and seventh levels of Foundation Establishment.

Lin Haoming is currently at the sixth level of Qi Refining. If he could advance one more step to the late stage of Qi Refining, he wouldn't be bullied so badly here. However, without an ideal cave or pills, and with extremely poor aptitude, it would be even more difficult for him to turn things around.

"Alright, now that you've received your supplies, get to work. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Hai Futong finished distributing the pills, then patted his behind and left.

Just as Lin Haoming was about to leave, two people suddenly blocked his way. One of them said with a smile, "Young Master Lin, I'm about to break through to the ninth level of Qi Refining, but I'm a little short on pills. I wonder if you could lend me one?"

The person who spoke was Li Haiying. When Lin Haoming first came here, he was the one who bullied him the most. It wasn't until he handed over most of his salary that he was warned by Haifutong and stopped bullying him.

Lin Haoming was already very annoyed that he dared to rob him so blatantly, so he said, "Li Haiying, I am under the protection of Manager Hai!"

Upon hearing this, Li Haiying's lips curled into a mocking smile as he said, "Kid, you probably don't know this yet, but today is the last time Hai Futong is giving us pills. He's leaving this place soon. Starting next month, I'll be in charge of this area. If you're smart, hand over all the pills, or you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Hai Futong only asked for two pills from him, but Li Haiying actually took them all. Lin Haoming couldn't stand it. However, since he dared to ask for pills in front of so many people, and Hai Futong hadn't even gone far, it was safe to say that what he said earlier was definitely true.

If I give it to him, he'll do it again after the first time, and I'll probably end up like Lin Haoming before, only to be buried here in misery.

Now that he's here, Lin Haoming is unwilling to spend the rest of his life like this. He's still young and he's not willing to give up!

Considering that killing fellow disciples was forbidden within the sect, and that he was a descendant of an ancestor, Lin Haoming didn't believe that the other man would actually dare to poison him.

Faced with Li Haiying's aggressive questioning, Lin Haoming simply poured out the pills, tossed them into his mouth, swallowed them in one gulp, and then deliberately smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm out of mine!"