Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 45

This time, He Lang’s transmigration was different from all his previous experiences. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a place crowded with people rather than alone.

The people around him were dressed in various styles, each reflecting a strong sect affiliation. The endless discussions made He Lang’s mind a whirlwind, but fortunately, memories from his body began to resurface. He observed his surroundings in silence for a while and finally understood the situation.

He was in the Hui Meng Hall, the central hub of the Xuan Kong Sword Sect on Beidou Peak, a gathering place for people of the righteous path.

Among those surrounded was Ren Bozhong, the leader of the Xuan Kong Sword Sect. He seemed to have considerable authority, as everyone fell silent and listened attentively when he spoke.

“Last time, we launched an attack on the Hunyuan Demon Sect, but we were injured by the demonic arts of that newly appointed young leader. Our disciples suffered severe injuries—” Ren Bozhong sighed deeply.

Seeing some people showing sympathetic expressions, Ren Bozhong continued to incite them, “It is said that the demonic leader’s power comes from using the blood of young boys and girls for cultivation. It is truly a heinous crime.”

Recently, many villages reported missing children, and wandering heroes were not unaware of this, expressing their righteous indignation and cursing loudly.

Seeing the children who had gone missing, some women from the Nv Zhen Sect, known for their tender hearts, covered their faces in distress.

Ren Bozhong nodded and sighed deeply.

“I fear that if this continues, the demonic leader will continue to wreak havoc across the world and endanger the innocent. The purpose of gathering heroes from various sects here is to unite our righteous forces to bring peace to the common people and eliminate that extremely evil demon sect!”

The people from other sects nodded in agreement, with some passionate, sword-wielding heroes raising their arms and declaring their ambitions.

However, some smaller sects remained silent, and Ren Bozhong did not press them.

His gaze fell on He Lang, and he asked warmly, “Hero Zhuo Shulang, what are your thoughts? I noticed you’ve been silent; surely you have your own considerations?”

He Lang, suddenly singled out, felt uncomfortable. As a wanderer with no sect affiliation, he naturally had to agree with their views and could only nod in compliance.

The demon sect members should indeed be eradicated.

After receiving his approval, Ren Bozhong became even more enthusiastic and began discussing specific dates with the leaders of other sects.

He Lang’s pocket vibrated, and he immediately took out the item. Opening the booklet, he saw that the target of this world’s mission was—Aoli, the leader of the Hunyuan Demon Sect.

He Lang remained silent for a while before closing the booklet.

Well, even when dealing with members of the demon sect, one should still harbor goodwill and educate them gently.

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Once the group finished their discussions, they dispersed in a bustling manner. Among them were heroic figures, eager to swear to eradicate the evil, and He Lang, who had not yet blended into this world, felt particularly out of place and silent.

He looked up and saw Mo Qun, the leader of the Chuanxin Hall, walking ahead with a trained falcon perched on his shoulder. The falcon suddenly took flight, chasing a snow-white rabbit.

He Lang squinted, recognizing it as a melon rabbit, and quickly pursued it.

Fortunately, Mo Qun recalled the falcon without causing a commotion, and no one noticed He Lang’s movements.

He Lang began to run after the melon rabbit, his form agile and light, as if propelled by a gust of wind, allowing him to move through the air.

Eventually, he caught the melon rabbit, which paused and signaled him to be quiet with its paw.

He Lang turned his head and listened intently.

This was the back door of the Hui Meng Hall. Normally, the thick redwood door would block out any sounds, but after concentrating for a moment, He Lang could hear the conversation clearly.

“Master, this attack on the Hunyuan Demon Sect may end in disaster… That demon leader is too formidable and difficult to handle. Don’t you remember who his father is—” This was the voice of Ren Bozhong’s closed-door disciple, Fu Yifei.

“Don’t mention that traitor to me! With the upheaval in the Hunyuan Demon Sect and the new demon leader in place, it is precisely the time when they are most unstable. If we don’t attack now, when will we?” Ren Bozhong sounded enraged.

Fu Yifei’s voice grew softer, continuously agreeing.

“Who knows how many treasures and ancient texts the old demon leader has hidden in the Hunyuan Demon Sect? And the current leader is said to be a legendary Hunyuan Demon Body. You should know—true qi in a demonic body can be directly absorbed!”

Ren Bozhong’s voice grew slightly agitated, his mind racing.

“And do you know how many sword sects have been itching to compete with our Xuan Kong Sect in recent years? Our Xuan Kong Sect’s reputation as the number one sword sect cannot be shaken! As long as we capture that demon leader, we can easily absorb a century’s worth of power from him. By then, who could rival me? Not just the sword sects, but the entire martial world will have to heed my command!”

Ren Bozhong spoke with great pride, his imagination running wild.

The master and disciple continued to discuss enthusiastically, planning to use this opportunity to eliminate the demon sect, promote justice, and leverage the power of many righteous experts to strike directly at the heart of the demon sect.

If the situation was controlled, Ren Bozhong would use the pretext of punishment to capture the demon sect leader and imprison him in the back mountain of Beidou Peak. This was actually to provide power to the master and disciple and consolidate their sect’s position, ultimately aiming for world domination.

After understanding the situation, He Lang turned to leave.

However, martial practitioners are highly sensitive. He Lang left too hastily and still lacked control, making his footsteps quite loud. Ren Bozhong, with his keen senses, immediately noticed and called out loudly as he pushed open the intricately carved wooden door, “Who is it?!”

At the door, there was no visible figure, only the corner of a robe disappearing around a distant corner.

Ren Bozhong, fearing that their conspiracy might be exposed, quickly instructed his closed-door disciple, “I cannot act myself, so you go out and investigate.”

Fu Yifei nodded in agreement, leaping onto the roof to search for the eavesdropper’s trace from above.

He Lang, new to this world, could not escape the experienced young sect disciple.

Seeing Fu Yifei closing in on him, He Lang broke into a sweat, exerting all his effort to take a detour, trying to hide under the chaotic eaves.

Noticing the fluster of his quarry, Fu Yifei, full of confidence, toyed with him like a cat with a mouse, chasing him around and making him appear to be desperately fleeing.

He mocked loudly, “Isn’t this the recently famous Hero Zhuo? So, even you have taken to eavesdropping on such sneaky business!”

He Lang remained silent, realizing that running away was not a sustainable solution.

The melon rabbit in his arms chirped, “Hit him, hit him!”

Suddenly losing patience, Fu Yifei surged forward to strike He Lang. He Lang abruptly stopped and counterattacked.

Expecting such a bold confrontation to leave He Lang severely injured, Fu Yifei was taken aback when, upon He Lang’s strike, several streams of true qi circulated from his dantian and strengthened his attack, repelling Fu Yifei’s blow with significant force, causing the air to slightly distort.

Fu Yifei hadn’t anticipated this sudden change and was caught off guard by the powerful counterattack. He was thrown to the ground with a crash.

He Lang tried to leave, but Fu Yifei sprang up and forcefully grabbed his shoulder, growling, “Since you’ve learned things you shouldn’t know, then you’ll have to lie down for me now!”

He Lang was startled, noticing Fu Yifei’s hands moving to his dantian, preparing for a fatal attack. He realized Fu Yifei intended to kill him.

The melon rabbit encouraged him, “Host is the best! Host is actually very powerful!”

He Lang stepped back and shook his head. He couldn’t just wait to be killed and began to sense the qi flow from his previous strike, preparing his moves.

Seeing that He Lang was readying himself, Fu Yifei’s eyes grew fierce. He shouted loudly and slashed forward with a fierce wind.

He Lang performed a flip, narrowly avoiding the attack, the gust of wind stinging his face.

When Fu Yifei’s attack failed, he closed in on He Lang, throwing a punch at him, which He Lang narrowly dodged by retreating.

Fu Yifei, frustrated and enraged, relentlessly attacked with his left fist and right palm, his movements becoming disordered.

He Lang’s body seemed to instinctively dodge left and right, seizing Fu Yifei’s flaws. Suddenly, he retreated, spinning behind Fu Yifei.

Fu Yifei turned sharply, and He Lang, avoiding him, retreated and then countered with a series of palm strikes, targeting Fu Yifei’s vital points.

Even though Fu Yifei dodged somewhat skillfully, he was hit by a few strikes, groaning and collapsing to the ground.

He Lang, having narrowly escaped, quickly fled.

Fu Yifei, though unwilling, was severely injured and could only watch as He Lang disappeared.

Within a few days, an order to kill He Lang was issued among the righteous factions.

This led to several close encounters with assassins while He Lang was heading to a bustling inn. He had to disguise himself and investigate why he was being hunted.

Indignant heroes slammed tables and shouted, “That Zhuo Shulang has degenerated, colluding with the demon path, stealing the Xuan Kong Sword Sect’s rare sword manual, and severely injuring the leader Ren Bozhong’s closed-door disciple a few days ago. This is infuriating! It is a disgrace to righteous people!”

He Lang sighed, knowing these accusations were baseless and were likely fabricated by the master and disciple he had encountered, leading to his notorious reputation and being hunted like a rat in the street.

Ren Bozhong was highly respected, and the Xuan Kong Sword Sect, a century-old sect, was prestigious. He Lang knew it would be difficult to clear his name, and there was no place for him among the righteous factions.

In this case, it was better. He had a legitimate reason to go to the demon sect— to find his mission target.

**Author’s Note:** I’m not sure what else to write, but overall, it’s a story about being helpful【crossed out】.