Chapter 953: Is This Still the Fucking Demonic Sect?

At the same time.

The Demonic Sect's Outer Sect.

Blood Refining Peak.

In front of a quiet and elegant residence.

"Junior Brother Mo, this is your dormitory. Oh, and here are your exclusive Outer Sect Disciple robes and an introductory Holy Sect Cultivation Technique. Please keep them safe…"

Looking at the Deacon Disciple before him, whose attitude was unbelievably kind, Mo Wentian—who had finally managed to sneak into the Demonic Sect—was momentarily stunned.

What was going on?

The other party was so polite and enthusiastic; could they be using this method to solicit benefits from him?

Thinking of this, he wasn't surprised at all. After all, in the Cultivation World, such things were commonplace.

Especially in the Demonic Sect, where the style of conduct was extremely selfish, the phenomenon of the strong bullying the weak was the norm of norms.

Without benefits, who would treat a newcomer so sincerely?

He was even certain that if he didn't offer some tribute, this Deacon Disciple's attitude would quickly change, and he would never give him a good look again.

With this in mind, Mo Wentian understood immediately. He quickly took out an exquisite Storage Pouch from his sleeve and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your guidance and care, Senior Brother. This is just a small token of my appreciation; please, Senior Brother, you must accept it."

After saying that, he skillfully stuffed the Storage Pouch into the Deacon Disciple's hand.

As the dignified Demon Ancestor and the founder of the Demonic Sect, as long as he revealed his identity, he could absolutely make this demonic cultivator across from him—who was only in the Golden Core Realm—piss himself on the spot.

But he was old and cunning; naturally, he wouldn't easily reveal his tracks and bring unnecessary risks upon himself for nothing.

This time, Mo Wentian used the alias [Mo Nan] to sneak into the Demonic Sect undetected, looking for an opportunity to retrieve the "treasures" he had left behind in the Inheritance Hall.

Now that his Divine Soul was injured and his cultivation had plummeted, he couldn't trust anyone except himself, especially this group of descendants in the Demonic Sect.

He knew his own people; no one understood the atmosphere within the Demonic Sect better than he, the Demon Ancestor…

"Junior Brother, what is the meaning of this?"

However, to Mo Wentian's surprise, the Deacon Disciple did not accept the Storage Pouch. Instead, his face hardened, and he lectured solemnly:

"I am merely fulfilling my duty to help a newcomer get familiar with the environment. How can I accept bribes at will!"

"This treatment is what you deserve. There is no need for such gestures, and you are not allowed to bring those corrupt practices from outside into the Holy Sect. Do you understand?"

Huh?

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes widened, and he stood there stunned for a moment.

What kind of play was this? Could it be that he thought the amount was too small?

That's right!

It must be too little!

Damn it… He's just a Deacon Disciple with low cultivation, yet this guy has such a huge appetite.

While secretly lamenting the other's insatiable greed, Mo Wentian gritted his teeth and took out another Storage Ring, saying with some heartache:

"Senior Brother is right. I was impulsive this time. I just accidentally picked up a Storage Ring; I wonder if it belongs to you, Senior Brother?"

Because he was eager to make a comeback, he had been focused on traveling these past few days and hadn't done much killing or looting. He had only robbed a few Loose Cultivators he met on the road. These two storage items were already the majority of his current wealth.

There was no other way. If he offended an Outer Sect Deacon Disciple as soon as he entered, his life would be difficult, and he might even face mortal danger.

What kind of character demonic cultivators had, he, the Demon Ancestor, knew better than anyone.

However, the other person's next sentence left him dumbfounded, hardly able to believe his ears.

"This ring isn't mine. You should ask someone else."

Holy shit!!!

What was the situation?

At this moment, Mo Wentian realized that this guy didn't seem to be putting on an act; he was truly incorruptible and unwilling to take benefits from a newcomer.

Just as he was bewildered, he heard the Deacon Disciple's expression turn solemn as he spoke with a reverent tone:

"Junior Brother Mo, you are very lucky. This Blood Refining Peak is very famous in the Holy Sect; it is the place where the Holy Son once fought."

"Back then, there was also a Deacon Disciple responsible for receiving the Holy Son into the sect. However, he was blinded by greed and actually tried to solicit a bribe from the Holy Son."

Speaking to this point, the Deacon Disciple glanced toward the Miro Palace with deep awe in his expression:

"Because the Holy Son did not comply, he refused to arrange a residence for the Holy Son and even withheld his introductory Cultivation Technique."

"The Holy Son naturally didn't tolerate him. In the blink of an eye, he wiped out that guy along with all his friends and family."

"After this incident, the Holy Sect added a rule: no Deacon Disciple of the Internal Affairs Hall is allowed to accept bribes. Violators will suffer the Punishment of Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring the Soul, and their entire clan will be implicated…"

Holy Son?

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, faintly sensing that something was wrong.

"Junior Brother Mo, follow me. I'll take you to meet your roommates."

Before he could ask anything, he was led into the courtyard by the Deacon Disciple.

The residence was very spacious, with four rooms inside. Entering the courtyard, he saw that except for the room on the left, the other three rooms had nameplates hanging on their doors, clearly occupied.

As expected, the Deacon Disciple pointed to the empty room on the left and said:

"This is your room. From now on, you must Cultivate hard, be cautious in your words and deeds, try not to conflict with fellow Disciples, and never kill each other. The Holy Sect's rules are no joke."

"Of course, usual Dao discussions and sparring are exceptions…"

Seemingly hearing the noise in the courtyard, three demonic cultivators of different appearances, wearing Outer Sect Disciple robes, immediately walked out of the rooms.

"This is the new Disciple who joined today, Mo Nan…"

After introducing both sides in turn, the Deacon Disciple departed, leaving the four of them to face each other, constantly sizing one another up.

Mo Wentian was an old fox and was well-versed in such scenes. He knew the most important thing now was to establish dominance; otherwise, if he was seen as a soft persimmon, he could forget about having any peace in the future.

With that thought, he immediately walked toward the fierce-looking, burly demonic cultivator and said with a smile:

"I am Mo Nan, newly arrived here. I hope for your care in the future, Senior Brother."

With his eyes, he could naturally see who the boss among these three demonic cultivators was.

Although his cultivation was now less than one percent of what it used to be, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Dealing with a Late Foundation Establishment Stage lackey was a simple matter.

Therefore, Mo Wentian had already secretly made up his mind that as long as this guy couldn't help but attack him, he would become the stepping stone to kill the chicken and warn the monkeys…

As for the other party's background, it wasn't within his consideration at all.

His bone age was already so high, yet his cultivation was low, and he was living in a shared dormitory in this tiny patch of the Outer Sect. What kind of solid background could he have?

Real ruthless people in the Outer Sect all had their own private courtyards and many underlings!

Of course, to ensure the other party initiated the attack, he had long suppressed his cultivation to the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, looking like someone easy to bully.

On the other side, the fierce-looking demonic cultivator immediately cupped his fists and replied politely:

"So it's Junior Brother Mo. A pleasure to meet you. I am Yu Bao. Since we are all fellow Disciples now, it's only right to look out for each other."

Mo Wentian raised an eyebrow, looked at the room behind Yu Bao, and said deliberately:

"Senior Brother Yu, I'm not very satisfied with my room. Can you vacate your room for me to live in?"

These words were extremely arrogant and immediately caused the expressions of the three to change. Especially Yu Bao, who considered himself the leader; the anger on his face was almost uncontrollable.

Who asks someone to vacate their dormitory right after arriving? Simply too arrogant!

Seeing the three of them showing dissatisfaction, Mo Wentian was also secretly gathering strength. At the same time, he had prepared a shadow recording talisman, ready to kill the opponent with lightning speed when someone attacked him.

As for any subsequent punishment, he didn't care at all.

The Demonic Sect's set of rules was established by him, the Demon Ancestor, himself. He naturally knew that killing an Outer Sect Disciple without a significant background was not a big deal; there were countless ways to get away with it.

Especially in a situation where the other person attacked first, at most, he would just have to pay some Spirit Stones as a fine…

Mo Wentian thought silently.

However, the development of things once again exceeded his expectations.

"Since Junior Brother Mo has taken a fancy to my room, then let's just swap."

The originally angry Yu Bao suddenly calmed down, then very decisively walked into the room and began packing his things.

Seeing this scene, the originally confident Mo Wentian was instantly stunned on the spot, feeling like he had punched a bale of cotton…

Damn it… What happened to the 'fighting at the slightest disagreement'? This is it?

Is this still the fucking Demonic Sect?!