Nightmare Apostle

He originally thought that the methods of his Esoteric Sect were ruthless enough and their bad name was quite pronounced in the world of martial arts. However, compared to these Angel Envoys from Hua Country, their petty tricks were simply not worth mentioning; they were complete philanthropists.

"The young priest is truly a great talent!" Elder Kunpa stared at the densely packed little notebook, feeling he had already grasped the commercial code and was ready to sit back and count money.

According to his calculations, even if half of Yang Xiao’s plan can be implemented smoothly, their Esoteric Sect’s income would at least double.

Why only half? Because some ideas were simply too perverse. Although their sect didn’t care much about reputation, they couldn’t disregard it entirely. If they really acted according to Yang Xiao’s suggestion to live stream the transparent alchemy furnace, gathering three generations in one furnace, their sect would become very famous.

In the future, when people talked about cult perversions, their Esoteric Sect might have to sit at the same table with the Black Buddha Mother Sect.

"My child is young but wise beyond his years. Kunpa, organize my child’s suggestions well, pick out those that are suitable, and implement them promptly," Cannibal Buddha instructed.

After Kunpa left, Cannibal Buddha chatted with Yang Xiao for a while. Yang Xiao finally understood; the High Priest still cared about saving face.

This made Yang Xiao anxious. How could he make money while saving face? He thought the Esoteric Sect was free and easy, but it turned out they had quite a few concerns. Yang Xiao still had many ambitions unfulfilled; today was just a small trial.

"Foster father, the child has another plan," Yang Xiao volunteered.

Cannibal Buddha extended his rough palm and pushed the standing Yang Xiao back into his seat, saying earnestly, "My child’s loyalty and courage are commendable, but... all things must be done in moderation. Our Esoteric Sect can still get by; it’s not yet that bad."

"Foster father, aren’t you worried that the Dharma Sect also has able individuals who might advise the White Robe Sect Leader to learn from how I said to target us?" Yang Xiao thought his foster father, Cannibal Buddha, was still too kind.

"Hmm... he won’t, Farhad is also..." After much thought, Cannibal Buddha finally managed to slowly squeeze out three words:

"A decent person."

"A decent person?" Although Yang Xiao didn’t quite understand his foster father’s view, he couldn’t persuade him further. He believed eventually his foster father would accept his opinions and understand his well-intentioned advice.

His foster father was still too kind.

After agreeing on the details of leaving the next day with Cannibal Buddha, Yang Xiao took the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes and returned.

Lying in bed, Yang Xiao’s mind slowly played back today’s experiences. He thought of how he nearly exposed himself, yet ultimately relied on his wit and intelligence to turn danger into safety.

This also made him realize a very dangerous thing: the people he encountered in the past were mostly low-level Apostles, so they couldn’t discern the depth of the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes.

But it’s different now; as his power and status increase, so does the level of people he interacts with, which means the risk of the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes being exposed becomes higher.

They might not understand the intricacies of the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, but they can see this item is extraordinary, which is enough.

This is something he cannot avoid; he cannot refrain from taking action due to concerns.

For now, the only plan is to enhance his power as quickly as possible.

He hopes that before this supreme treasure is fully exposed, he will have the power to protect himself.

This visit to the Esoteric Sect was highly rewarding. First, he retrieved Dean Sheng, and then reworked two good Magic Artifacts: the Ring-Headed Saber and the radio.

Finally, and most critically, he became the foster child of Cannibal Buddha, now legitimately a Junior Priest of the Esoteric Sect.

Currently, Yang Xiao’s identity is so complex that even he has trouble recognizing himself.

He is a Serious Case Inspection Officer in the Patrol Defense Office, a Junior Priest of the Esoteric Sect, an Outer Elder of the Yi Sect, Pingxi Marquis of the Four Major Families in Xiang Ma Town, the Sect Hierarch Dongfang Bai of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect, and the Ming Emperor Ye Xiao of the Yu Yuan Sect.

Yet a few years ago, he was a scriptwriter living in a cheap rental apartment relying on writing supernatural scripts.

Looking back at the road traveled, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but sigh over the tricks of fate.

He, Yang Xiao, has spent a life doing good deeds and helping others, rightly deserving this good fortune.

As he thought, drowsiness overwhelmed him, and Yang Xiao fell into a deep sleep.

Unknown how long passed, Yang Xiao shivered suddenly, waking up abruptly, the room’s lights extinguished without knowing when.

The two girls who should have been sleeping not far from Yang Xiao’s bed also disappeared.

Meanwhile, deep gray mist began to permeate the room.

Seeing this scene, the fear buried deep in Yang Xiao’s memory was awakened, and a blurred figure of a woman flashed in his mind.

It was that Female Demon, the merciless killer from the Heavenly Water Pavilion coming for him!

Not that Yang Xiao hadn’t seen that demon for quite some time, but he had no desire to see her, ideally never again.

Yang Xiao suddenly had a very bad feeling; this Female Demon typically doesn’t come out, but when she does, it’s to stir up trouble.

Recalling his recent actions, Yang Xiao suddenly felt a bit guilty.

At this moment, hiding is not an option; Yang Xiao decides to face his fears directly. He shakily steps down from the bed, comes to the door, opens it, and outside, dense mist had already enshrouded everything. The entire Esoteric Sect Royal City seemed swallowed by mist, visibility less than 5 meters.

There are no guards outside the door, and Yang Xiao can’t sense a single living person’s presence.

Soon, Yang Xiao hears festive music played, the sound quickly approaching.

The distant mist seemed to be ripped open by some force, and in the next second, a marching funeral procession carrying a Big Red Coffin rushed in, countless white Paper Money raining down like a snowstorm.