How can we build the Heretic Cult together with you bunch of vermin

Chu Xingchen poured out all the Blood Qi Spirit Stones from his spatial rings.

The pile of roughly three to four thousand Blood Qi Spirit Stones stacked together was quite a spectacular sight.

Yaoqin sighed helplessly and took out the token she had looted from the corpse of a demonic cultivator, absorbing the Blood Qi Spirit Stones into it.

However, the token couldn’t hold all of them, leaving a small excess pile behind. Chu Xingchen quickly gathered the remaining spirit stones and stored them away again.

"Those demonic cultivators have been acting so brazenly—they must be at a critical juncture, desperately short on resources to the point of taking whatever they can get," he mused.

"When they sacrificed the entire village, they didn’t even discriminate—women and children were all offered up. Thinking back now, they must have been utterly starved for blood qi."

Faced with his large haul of high-quality Blood Qi Spirit Stones, they would surely rush to deliver them. If he could just track the courier sent to the Holy Mother, he’d be able to capture them in the act.

Chu Xingchen reached out his hand. "Give me the token. You stay here and wait—if anyone shows up, follow them."

Yaoqin hesitated slightly before replying, "What if I go instead? You wait outside."

"With that temperament of yours, do you even resemble a demonic cultivator?" Chu Xingchen said exasperatedly. "Those guys cackle with ‘Hehehe’ laughter—you don’t even know how to fake a smile. Just leave it to me."

Yaoqin sighed and didn’t press further.

She knew she wasn’t cut out for acting. If she went, she’d probably skip the deception and jump straight into bloody combat.

With another sigh, she handed the token to Chu Xingchen, warning,

"Be careful. If anything happens, I’ll come to support you."

Chu Xingchen took the token with confidence. "No problem. Just watch me perform."

Yaoqin nodded lightly as Chu Xingchen turned and flew straight toward the gates of the Wind Sword Sect.

He made no effort to conceal his spiritual fluctuations.

Two Foundation Establishment disciples at the sect’s entrance quickly noticed his approach.

The disciple on the left cautiously called out, "Esteemed senior, what business brings you to the Wind Sword Sect?"

Chu Xingchen first scanned them with his system interface, spotting the "Postnatal Demonic Body" trait on both—proof they were in on the scheme.

With a cold snort, he feigned anger and disappointment.

"I’m delivering Blood Qi Spirit Stones. I heard the Holy Mother is so starved for blood qi she’s resorting to sacrificing women and children? You lot are ruining the Evil Spirit Sect’s grand plans!"

"Senior, what do you mean? What Evil Spirit Sect?!"

The disciple paled and stumbled back, about to sound the alarm—when suddenly, a dark-red aura flared in Chu Xingchen’s left hand, effortlessly manipulating the disciple’s own blood qi.

And not just any manipulation—it was a suppression from a higher realm, freezing the disciple mid-motion.

Any disbelief vanished in an instant.

This refined-looking man was undoubtedly a seasoned demonic cultivator—and a terrifyingly powerful one at that.

He’d met high-ranking members of the Evil Spirit Sect before, but none who could control his blood qi with just a flick of spiritual energy.

The disciple quickly aborted his alarm and clasped his hands. "Senior, please wait—I’ll inform the sect leader immediately!"

Chu Xingchen urged, "Don’t waste time. Hurry up!"

The disciple sprinted into the sect without another word.

After a brief wait, a white-robed middle-aged man came soaring through the air.

He landed before Chu Xingchen and cupped his hands. "I am the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect. May I ask—"

"Don’t bother recognizing me—recognize the spirit stones."

Chu Xingchen cut him off dismissively, tossing the token straight at him.

"Honestly, how can the Evil Spirit Sect thrive with incompetents like you running things?"

The Wind Sword Sect leader caught the token and probed it with his divine sense—only to find it packed to the brim with Blood Qi Spirit Stones.

His eyes flicked up in shock, meeting Chu Xingchen’s utterly disappointed gaze.

"The Holy Mother is the core of the plan. Don’t delay—I’ll gather more spirit stones elsewhere."

Chu Xingchen’s voice turned icy as he locked eyes with the sect leader.

"And tell those worms this—once this matter is settled, I’ll hold them accountable for their failures!"

Before the sect leader could respond, Chu Xingchen erupted with dark-red spiritual energy, transforming into a crimson streak that shot into the distance.

His words died unspoken.

The sect leader stared at the token in his hand.

No matter what, the Blood Qi Spirit Stones were undeniably real. And that spiritual energy just now? Only a demonic cultivator could wield it.

Had the Evil Spirit Sect from the Central Continent actually sent reinforcements despite their dire circumstances?

He stowed the token and glanced at the disciple beside him.

"Gather three Golden Core Masters. We’ll escort these spirit stones to the Holy Mother."

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

Not long after, the Wind Sword Sect leader and three Golden Core Masters were speeding toward the Holy Mother’s ritual site.

One of the Golden Core Masters voiced his doubts. "Sect Leader, we’ve received no prior notice. Are you certain this is reliable?"

The sect leader replied coldly, "We are at the critical moment! Once the Holy Mother awakens, everything will be decided. If the Blood Qi Spirit Stones are real, what else matters?"

The questioning elder nodded slightly—that much was true.

Another Golden Core Master frowned. "Sect Leader… I keep sensing a faint, lingering gaze on us…"

"You’re just paranoid. The rest of us feel nothing."

"See, this is what happens when you waste your energy on women instead of cultivation!"

"At this point, his divine sense probably only registers bedroom matters!"

The sect leader cut off their mocking as the targeted elder’s expression darkened.

"Enough chatter! Whatever grievances you have, settle them after we deliver the stones!"

Silence fell among them as they continued their journey.

By the time the sky began to lighten, they had arrived at a vast mountain range.

The sect leader halted at the foot of one peak, his divine sense sweeping the surroundings.

Confirming no presence within range, he pressed a hand against the cliff face and channeled blood qi into it.

A crimson glow seeped from the rock, coiling around his arm as if verifying something.

Once satisfied, the dark-red energy withdrew, and the cliff dissolved into bloody mist.

After another scan to ensure no observers, the sect leader led the three Golden Core Masters inside.

The mist surged back, reforming the solid cliff behind them.

Elsewhere, behind a large tree—

Yaoqin frowned at Chu Xingchen, who had held her back.

"That’s clearly a demonic ritual formation—only demonic cultivation techniques can open it. What if they don’t exit from here? Won’t we be too late if we don’t act now?"

Chu Xingchen grinned. "A mere demonic trick? Watch me handle it!"

"…What?"