Transmigrated To The Demonic Sect

Myriad Devils Mountain.

Netherworld Ghost sect.

In a huge cave, ghostly qi filled the air.

Lu Li's brows were slightly furrowed as he stood in the middle of the hall with his head lowered.

Just like him, the other nine disciples beside him were also anxious and did not dare to breathe loudly.

In front of them, a black-robed elder was sitting on a white bone chair. His eyes were as red, and his entire body was emitting a terrifying pressure that was like a mountain.

This man was Lu Li's master, Demonic Devil. He was in the late stage of the Jin Dan stage and was bloodthirsty.

If he was not happy, he would kill to vent his anger.

"March has arrived. Today, I will check your cultivation."

Demonic Devil opened his mouth.

His voice was bone-chilling, as if he wanted to freeze their souls into ice.

He raised his hand and pointed as he spoke, "Xiao Yan, you go first."

"Yes."

The disciple who was called responded. He took a step forward in fear and trepidation and said with utmost respect, "Master, I specialize in the Blood-Devouring Demonic Technique. Please examine me, Master."

With that said, he began to use his cultivation technique.

Splash.

Along with the sound of the river water surging, a stream of bright red bloody qi drilled out from between his eyebrows and circled around his body. It was extremely agile.

This was the blood-devouring demonic qi that was refined from the Blood-Devouring Demonic Technique.

When the qi pounced on an enemy, it could suck the enemy's blood in the blink of an eye. It was very strange and terrifying.

"It's more than agile, but it doesn't have enough demonic nature. In the future, you have to suck more blood. It's best if it's the qi and blood of a cultivator."

Demonic Devil said with a cold face.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

The disciple named Xiao Yan wiped his sweat, bowed respectfully, and retreated into the ranks.

"Han Li, your turn."

Then, Demonic Devil called out another person's name.

The disciple named Han Li walked out of the formation. His face was pale, and he bowed with fear and trepidation. "I practice the white Heart-Shattering Palm Technique. Please examine it, master."

Then, he began to practice his moves in the hall. His strength was ferocious, and his moves were sharp.

However, halfway through, Demonic Devil snorted coldly. "Hmph, your white Heart-Shattering Palm Technique is soft and doesn't have a trace of killing intent. I think you usually only use chickens, ducks, tigers, and leopards to practice. What's the use of having you!"

After Demonic Devil finished his sentence.

Whoosh.

A streak of black qi flew out of his body and turned into a 10 meter giant black qi snake. It opened its ferocious mouth and swallowed the incoming disciple.

"Ah! Master, don't..."

The incoming disciple only had time to scream before he was swallowed into the snake's stomach.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, the giant black qi snake circled and shrank, turning into a drop of blood and slowly flying back to Demonic Devil.

Demonic Devil opened his mouth as he sucked and swallowed the drop of blood into his stomach. His scarlet eyes shot out a cold light. "Hmph, my sect doesn't accept trash! If you don't work hard in your cultivation, you'll end up like this!"

"Understand."

The disciples hurriedly bowed.

A few of them were so scared that their bodies started to tremble.

At the end of the formation, although Lu Li wasn't trembling, his expression was bitter.

He thought to himself and summoned the system interface.

Host: Lu Li.

Realm: Level 1 qi refinement.

Blood-Devouring Demonic Technique: Level 1(Progress 1%).

Heart-Shattering Palm Technique: Level 1(Progress 5%).

Seven Kills Fist Technique: Level 1(Progress 0%).

Ghostly Steps Technique: Level 1(Progress 10%).

The system interface was very simple.

But it was indeed his cheat code.

That's right, Lu Li had transmigrated here.

Before transmigrating, he was a game developer who was developing a hack game, but he died suddenly.

After transmigrating, he became an entry-level disciple of the Netherworld Ghost sect.

The game that he had just developed had also become his cheat code. Once he learned any cultivation techniques, he could cultivate it on his own.

However.

"Because your Blood-Devouring Demonic Technique did not absorb human blood, your mood is low, and your cultivation has regressed.

"Because you only killed chickens and ducks, your white Heart-Shattering Palm Technique has not been satisfied, and your cultivation has not progressed at all.

"Your Seven Kills Fist Technique is very dissatisfied with your kind heart, and your cultivation has regressed.

"Because your Ghostly Steps Technique did not fuse with the malicious spirit's power, its energy is insufficient, and your cultivation has not progressed at all."

Looking at the records in the system log, Lu Li secretly sighed.

He really could not pass his test.

Moreover, his strength was too weak, and he could not even defeat the servants of the outer sect. Even if he hardened his heart and cultivated the devil techniques, he still could not kill anyone.

As he was thinking, a miserable cry came into his ears.

Someone else had been swallowed!

Lu Li raised his head and saw that there were only two people left, and it was his turn.

Was he going to die again?

Looking at Demonic Devil on the white bone chair, Lu Li felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Hmph, your Seven Kill Fist Technique kills yourself before killing others. What the hell are you practicing? Die!"

Demonic Devil snorted coldly.

Bang.

The disciple who had just gone up to practice the technique exploded and died.

Not long after.

"Your Ghostly Steps Technique is quick, but your footwork is even slower than my grandmother who died many years ago. Die!"

Demonic Devil's murderous voice rang out again.

Bang.

Another disciple exploded on the spot, turning into a bloody mist that was directly sucked up by Demonic Devil, who was furious.

Then, a cold and piercing gaze swept over Lu Li.

Lu Li sighed in his heart, and his face was somewhat pale.

It was his turn!

"Eh? Lu Li, what the hell are you doing? The 4 demonic techniques that I taught you haven't improved at all?" Demonic Devil suddenly flashed in front of Lu Li and asked.

"..."

Lu Li smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer his master.

'Could it be that I'm a good person and not suitable for cultivating demonic techniques?'

He would definitely die if he said that out loud.

Therefore, Lu Li thought for a moment and mustered up his courage. He bowed solemnly and said, "Master, I have already comprehended the technique. Please give me one more month. I will definitely satisfy you!"

"Hmph! If it wasn't for your good aptitude, I would have slapped you into a pumpkin pie! I will give you one more month. If you can't cultivate it, I will skin you and turn you into grass, and turn you into a straw man!"

Demonic Devil said sinisterly.

'Remove my skin and turn me into grass?'

Lu Li's heart trembled when he heard that, and his face turned pale.

Swoosh.

Demonic Devil's figure flashed and he retreated back to the big white bone chair. His gaze was cold. "I am very dissatisfied with this test! Next month, if all of you will still be such trash, all of you will die! Get lost!"

After saying that, he waved his hand.

A strong wind swept up.

In an instant, the remaining 7 disciples were swept out of the cave dwelling.

"We'll take our leave."

The 7 disciples did not dare to get angry. They cupped their hands and bowed again before they dared to turn around and leave.

Before they left, a few of their fellow disciples gloated over Lu Li's misfortune.

In the Netherworld Ghost sect, a Jin Dan elder usually only took in 2 or 3 disciples at a time. They wished that Lu Li, this talented guy, would die early. With that, they could become Demonic Devil's true disciple.

What should they do now?

Lu Li stood halfway up the mountain and looked at the endless sky in front of him as he felt lost.

Could it be that he could only wait for his death?

Transmigrate again?

However, the Netherworld Ghost sect was a sect in the Demonic sect that specialized in raising ghosts and refining souls. If they were killed by Demonic Devil, their souls would definitely be scattered.

Could he transmigrate again?

Moreover, in this world, if he did not cultivate his techniques, would not it be a waste to come here?

Thinking of this, Lu Li was a bit unwilling.

He had to work hard!

However, even if he made up his mind, he would not be able to increase his cultivation much in a month.

After thinking about it, the only way was to choose a devil technique that suited him and cultivate it quickly, displaying a cultivation progress that would satisfy the Demonic Devil.

He had to make another trip to the Scripture Depository!

After making up his mind, Lu Li followed the mountain path and hurried to the Scripture Depository.