Making Friends with Demon Cultivators

Three months after the end of the state tournament.

The orthodox and demonic factions completely tore off their masks of peace over the ownership of a supreme-grade spirit vein.

A bloody realm war broke out.

The flames of war spread all the way from the borders to the core of the state.

Hundreds and thousands of cultivators fell every day, and the sky was shrouded in blood and smoke year-round.

As the backbone of the Orthodox Alliance, the entire Lingxiao Pavilion joined the battle.

The Eastern Front.

In a canyon dyed red with blood.

"Kill!"

Shouts of killing shook the heavens.

Orthodox cultivators and demonic cultivators were locked in a death struggle, the deafening roar of clashing dharma treasures ringing endlessly.

Shen Fei, wearing the moon-white battle robes of Lingxiao Pavilion and wielding a captured high-grade spirit sword, wove through the very front lines of the battlefield.

His current identity was Chu Yuan, the captain of the elite assault squad on the Eastern Front of the Orthodox Alliance.

"Senior Brother Chu, the left flank is about to collapse!" a Lingxiao Pavilion disciple covered in blood shouted.

Shen Fei's eyes were calm.

He did not charge blindly.

His gaze swept quickly across the entire battlefield, his brain like a precise computer, instantly analyzing the weak points in the demonic cultivators' formation.

"Left flank, retreat thirty paces and form the Black Tortoise Formation to defend."

"Right flank, come with me and cut off their rear supply line!"

Shen Fei's voice was steady and powerful, acting as a stabilizing anchor on the chaotic battlefield.

Leading over a dozen elites, he pierced precisely into the soft underbelly of the demonic formation like a sharp knife.

There were no wasted movements.

Sword light flashed, and every strike took the life of a demonic cultivator.

He deliberately suppressed the power of his Heavenly Demon Body, relying entirely on orthodox sword techniques and spiritual energy. But the combat intuition honed on the edge of life and death made him like a god of war among cultivators of the same realm.

Half an hour later.

The demonic defense line collapsed, leaving behind over a hundred corpses as they retreated in a panic.

"We won!"

"Senior Brother Chu is mighty!"

The orthodox cultivators erupted into heaven-shaking cheers. The gazes they directed at Shen Fei were filled with admiration and fanaticism.

Over the past three months, any assault led by Chu Yuan was virtually invincible. He could always anticipate the enemy's moves and exchange the smallest price for the greatest victory.

In the Orthodox Alliance, the name Chu Yuan had already become a legend among the younger generation.

Shen Fei stood on the battlefield littered with corpses.

He wiped the blood from his sword blade, calmly accepting the cheers of the crowd.

No one knew.

What this man, whom they regarded as an orthodox hero.

Would turn into after night fell.

...

Late at night.

The demonic cultivator camp.

This place was located deep within a swamp shrouded in poisonous miasma year-round. It was heavily guarded and riddled with hidden sentries.

But for Shen Fei, this level of defense was practically non-existent.

He had changed out of his white robes.

And put on a black mask that only revealed his eyes.

The terrifying concealment abilities of the Heavenly Demon Body were fully activated.

Like a drop of ink blending into the night, he silently passed through the demonic cultivators' three outer defense lines, evading all the early-warning formations.

Half an hour later.

Shen Fei stood outside a black tent at the very core of the demonic camp.

This was the tent of one of the highest commanders on the Eastern Front of the demonic faction, the Demonic Holy Son, Hanya.

Late Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

Having a violent temper and killing without blinking an eye.

Shen Fei did not sneak in.

He directly lifted the tent flap and walked in.

Inside the tent.

Hanya was sitting cross-legged on a throne made of white bones, cultivating with his eyes closed.

Dense blood-fiend energy permeated the surroundings.

The moment the flap was lifted.

Hanya snapped his eyes open.

A pair of scarlet eyes shot out horrifying murderous intent.

"Who's there?!"

Hanya roared angrily, and the terrifying pressure of the late Nascent Soul stage erupted explosively.

A giant scythe made of white bone instantly appeared in his hand, carrying a screech that tore through the air as he slashed directly at the dark figure by the entrance!

This strike was fast and ruthless.

If it had been an ordinary early Nascent Soul cultivator, they would absolutely be cleaved in half.

But Shen Fei did not dodge.

He stood in place, not even changing his breathing rhythm.

"Bang!"

The bone scythe stopped abruptly less than three inches from the top of Shen Fei's head.

It wasn't that Hanya was showing mercy.

It was that he couldn't chop down any further.

A dark aura that was a hundred times purer and more domineering than the blood-fiend energy on his body.

Was released from Shen Fei's body without any reservation.

That was the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art condensed to the extreme, Heavenly Demon Spiritual Energy.

This aura was cold, profound, and carried a terrifying demonic might that could devour everything.

In the face of this aura.

The demonic cultivation method that Hanya took pride in actually produced an instinctive sense of trembling and submission.

It was like a low-level demonic beast encountering the true King of Ten Thousand Demons.

The hand Hanya used to grip the scythe was trembling slightly.

He stared dead at the man wearing the black mask in front of him.

"You... who exactly are you?"

Unprecedentedly, a trace of apprehension crept into Hanya's voice.

He had never seen such pure demonic energy in the Upper Realm. This was simply not a power that ordinary demonic cultivators could possess.

Shen Fei did not answer.

He ignored the bone scythe hanging over his head, walked straight to the stone table in the center of the tent, and sat down.

He pulled a jade slip from his robes and casually tossed it onto the table.

"Tomorrow at noon. The Orthodox Alliance will set an ambush in Falling Goose Valley. The leaders are two mid Nascent Soul stage elders from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Shen Fei's voice was disguised, raspy and low.

"They have prepared three sets of Spirit-Locking Formations, and the targets are the Blood Armor Guards under your command."

Hanya's pupils shrank.

An ambush in Falling Goose Valley?

This was the highest secret of the Orthodox Alliance! The dozen or so waves of scouts he had sent out hadn't brought back any news.

How did this mysterious black-masked man know?

"Why should I believe you?" Hanya sneered, but he didn't put away his scythe.

Shen Fei leaned back in the stone chair.

"Believe it or not. Tomorrow at noon, you'll know when you go and see."

"What exactly do you want by coming to me?" Hanya stared intently at Shen Fei.

"Cooperation."

Shen Fei's tone was flat.

"I will give you the most core military intelligence of the Orthodox Alliance."

"You give me free passage through the demonic cultivator camp. As well as some special resources that I need."

Hanya fell silent.

He looked at the jade slip on the table, then looked at Shen Fei.

"You don't seem like a demonic cultivator."

Hanya spoke suddenly, his eyes sharp.

"Although the aura on your body is domineering, your way of doing things is too clean, too much like those hypocrites of the orthodox path."

Shen Fei looked at him.

The eyes behind the mask were dark as an abyss.

"I don't seem like the orthodox path either."

Shen Fei stood up.

He didn't speak another word of nonsense.

He turned and walked out of the tent.

"If you can swallow the ambush at Falling Goose Valley tomorrow. I will come again the night after next."

Shen Fei lifted the tent flap, and his figure instantly blended into the night outside.

Hanya stood in place, not moving for a long time.

Feeling the terrifying demonic might that had not completely dissipated in the tent, a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out on his back.

He picked up the jade slip on the table.

His divine sense probed into it.

The intelligence inside was detailed to a hair-raising degree. The troop deployments of the Orthodox Alliance, the nodes of their formations, and even the weaknesses in the cultivation methods of the leading elders were written with utter clarity.

"Dark Night Demon Lord..."

Hanya muttered to himself, giving this mysterious black-masked man a codename.

He had no idea where this person had come from.

But he knew one thing.

If this intelligence was true.

Then this "Dark Night Demon Lord" would become the most terrifying variable in this bloody realm war.

...

The next day.

Luoyan Valley.

The Righteous Alliance's ambush ring had just been set up.

Before they could even conceal their figures.

The demonic cultivators' army, as if possessing the gift of foresight, flanked them from all directions.

Moreover, the demonic cultivators' attacks were extremely targeted.

They deliberately bypassed the nodes of the Spirit-Locking Formation laid down by the Righteous Alliance, concentrating their firepower fiercely on the flaws in the leading elders' cultivation techniques.

An ambush turned into a one-sided massacre.

The Righteous Alliance suffered a crushing defeat.

Two Mid-Nascent Soul stage elders fled with heavy injuries, and more than half of their elite subordinates were killed or wounded.

The news made its way back to the Righteous Alliance's main camp.

The higher-ups were furious.

"What is going on?! How could our top-secret plan be leaked so thoroughly?!"

Inside the main tent, several Soul Formation stage old monsters flew into a rage.

Shen Fei stood behind the Pavilion Master of the Lingxiao Pavilion. With his head bowed, his face displayed an identical expression of shock and anger.

In his heart, however, he let out a cold laugh.

The script was playing out perfectly, exactly as he had envisioned.

Late that night.

The demonic cultivators' camp.

Inside Hanya's tent.

Shen Fei appeared once again.

This time, Hanya did not draw his blade.

He even took the initiative to stand up and point to the stone chair beside him.

"Sit."

There was a hint of reverence in Hanya's tone.

He had won a complete victory in the battle of Luoyan Valley. The accuracy of that intelligence had thoroughly won him over.

"The transit rights you asked for, I will give them to you. In the eastern demonic cultivator camp, apart from a few forbidden areas, you will have unimpeded access."

Hanya took out a black token and handed it to Shen Fei.

"Whatever resources you need, just ask."

Shen Fei took the token and tucked it into his robes.

"I want to build an organization."

Shen Fei looked at Hanya, his voice hoarse.

"An intelligence and assassination network that covers the entire realm and spans both the righteous and demonic paths."

"I need the most elite and loyal death warriors under your command."

Hanya was stunned.

He looked at this mysterious Demon Lord before him.

He had thought the other party merely wanted to exchange for some heavenly materials and earthly treasures, or some high-level cultivation techniques.

He never expected this.

This person's appetite was absurdly large.

"You want to build an organization? During a war?" Hanya frowned.

"Only in chaos can true order be established."

Shen Fei stood up.

"I call this organization, the Net."

"You provide the people. I provide the intelligence."

"Over the corpses of the Righteous Alliance, we will establish the largest eye in the sky of the Upper Realm."

Shen Fei walked to the entrance of the tent.

He glanced back at Hanya.

"Think about it. Give me your answer tomorrow."

Shen Fei left.

Hanya sat on his throne, looking at the white bone scythe in his hand.

He knew he was plotting with a tiger for its skin.

But the blueprint painted by that Dark Night Demon Lord was too enticing.

If such an intelligence network spanning both righteous and demonic paths could truly be established.

The ultimate winner of this bloody realm war.

Could only be them.

...

Three days later.

The prototype of the Net was quietly established in a secret underground chamber of the demonic cultivators' camp.

Shen Fei stood in the center of the secret chamber.

Looking at the dozens of demonic death warriors standing before him.

These were all desperadoes carefully selected by Hanya.

Shen Fei did not give them a lecture.

He simply took out dozens of Life and Death Talismans.

Under the threat of absolute pain and death.

Loyalty was the cheapest thing.

Shen Fei looked at the first batch of members of the Net, kneeling on the ground and shivering.

He knew.

His identity as a double agent was now completely secure.

By day, he was the revered and battle-meritorious Holy Son of Lingxiao within the Righteous Alliance.

By night, he was the mysterious, all-controlling Dark Night Demon Lord within the demonic cultivator faction.

Both the righteous and demonic paths.

Had become pawns in his hands.

This grand realm war.

Would become the most lavish feast on the evolutionary path of his Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art.