Doing Evil is Always Easier Than Doing Good

Gong Changqian led his six disciples across the grasslands of Luoxia Abyss.

The environment here was unnaturally eerie—even he, a Golden Core cultivator, felt an inexplicable dread.

As a novice, he had once come here for training.

Back then, he hadn’t cultivated any mind-calming techniques.

The purple mist had left him disoriented, nearly incapacitated.

For new disciples’ trials, sects would send scouts ahead—marking forbidden zones, warning against provoking certain beasts.

These new disciples lacked the ability to handle danger.

But Gong Changqian scoffed at such caution.

Perhaps it was because he came from a war-torn era—he despised this soft approach.

Other sects had already moved on.

Everyone had their own goals.

Gong Ning was here, yes.

But this time, the Pavilion hadn’t given him orders to target her.

His mission was to protect these disciples.

So when he saw Gong Ning and Yinjian Sect’s members leave, he didn’t follow.

“Remember,” Gong Changqian said, “in your future trials, no elders will accompany you.

By then, you must be capable of solo-killing mid-tier Fengya Beasts.

Hidden Wind Leaf allows you to hide from beasts—so if you fail to obtain it, you’ll have no choice but to fight them head-on.”

Just as human cultivators had cultivation realms, so did evil beasts—classified like demons.

The first stage: Fengya (Fang-Claw).

Next: Kuanggu (Raging Bone).

The Yan Sha Gong Ning had faced was in the next stage—Yaohé (Demon Core), equivalent to human Golden Core.

Using pressure to drive disciples forward—this was Gong Changqian’s standard method.

No need for extra effort—just let the disciples push themselves.

Gong Changqian raised his hand, sending a burst of spiritual energy that swept aside waist-high grass.

The purple mist parted—revealing faint claw marks on the ground.

“See these marks?” Gong Changqian’s voice was low. “Left by Xunfeng Shu—a low-tier Fengya Beast. Its claws can easily tear through the defensive aura of Qi Refining cultivators. Follow these, and you’ll find it.”

A disciple asked, “Elder, will we… have to fight it?”

“Idiot.”

He urged them forward.

Soon, they encountered a Xunfeng Shu.

It resembled a squirrel, its tail-tip trailing a wisp of pale green energy.

It ran without touching the ground—gliding as if carried by wind.

Someone had invaded its territory.

It shrieked a warning.

When they refused to leave, it lunged at one disciple.

The attack was too fast—the disciple couldn’t react.

He reached for his sword—too late.

The beast lunged for his throat.

Luckily, another disciple reacted—blocking the bite with his arm.

A chunk of flesh was torn away—pain made him grit his teeth.

The disciples fought the small beast for some time before finally killing it.

Gong Changqian watched silently.

In cultivation, how could there be no bloodshed?

“Elder, the beast is dead. Is the Hidden Wind Leaf nearby…?”

“I already explained clearly.”

The disciples groaned, forced to search again.

Half a quarter later, still nothing.

Gong Changqian lost patience, demanding answers from one disciple.

“Where is it?”

“Elder, there’s truly nothing here. We’ve already seen a second Xunfeng Shu…”

The disciples were weary—clearly suffering from the purple mist.

Gong Changqian frowned.

He tapped his foot—sending spiritual energy sweeping across a three-zhang radius.

Still nothing.

“Move forward!”

In truth, no matter how far he went, he wouldn’t find it.

Gong Ning’s knowledge of Hidden Wind Leaf far surpassed Tianjian Pavilion’s methods.

And she could take it without alerting the beasts.

Because before leaving, Tang Qiaohuan had given her the fox spirit treasure—Dust-Hiding Pearl.

The finest concealment artifact in the world—far superior to Hidden Wind Leaf.

“We can’t go further.”

Li Shuqin said.

“Ahead are more beasts—even Kuanggu and Yaohé level.”

Gong Ning replied, “Then we part ways here.”

“I know what you’re doing. But the contract binds me. I have the duty to protect you and your disciple.”

Li Shuqin realized she’d been tricked.

She was underpowered, yet forced deeper.

And now, knowing Yinjian Sect’s goal conflicted with Tianjian Pavilion’s, she was still helping.

Clearly, some scheme was at play.

But she had to follow.

The contract was written in black and white.

Yinjian Sect trained bodyguards and death soldiers—faced harsher conditions than ordinary cultivators.

Selling their lives, their bodies—above all, integrity.

Without it, Yinjian Sect might as well disband.

“Then please continue forward—make your footprints as obvious as possible.”

After giving the order, Gong Ning led Lu Yunling around the back.

“Master, what now?”

“Simple.”

Doing good was hard.

Unappreciated. Unrewarded. Often impossible.

But doing evil? Simple.

Whether psychological attacks or framing—often, a single malicious thought could destroy much.

Gong Ning knew Tianjian Pavilion’s methods too well.

She had full confidence in luring them into a trap.

Step one: take their objective—forcing them deeper.

But Gong Changqian wasn’t a fool.

Arrogant, yes—but he knew some places were absolutely forbidden.

If he wouldn’t go—make him go.

In a detour, Gong Ning found the remains of a Xunfeng Shu.

“Here.”

She pulled out a carefully prepared talisman and a large scroll—on it, a massive formation.

“What is this…?”

“Binding Spirit, Feeding the Beast—combined with other heretical arts.

But the most essential part is this.”

This was the same formation the Xuan Yuan Sect had used on Yan Sha.

She would use it to feed the dead Xunfeng Shu.

But that alone wasn’t enough.

Every living being had a unique skill.

There was a medicinal herb called Illusion Spirit Ginseng—it could fake a high cultivation level.

Normally, it was easily seen through—useless.

But here, in the perilous Luoxia Abyss, the thick purple mist could hide its flaws.

Combined with the Binding Spirit, Feeding the Beast formation—enough to make it believable.

To succeed, Gong Ning had sacrificed many treasures.

The moment the formation activated, the dead Xunfeng Shu twitched.

Its blood-red eyes snapped open.

Its aura became terrifying—surpassing Yaohé, even nearing Xie Xiang (Evil Sovereign) level.

The pressure crushed Lu Yunling’s breath.

Complex, chaotic thoughts surged in her mind.

“Can you suppress it?”

Lu Yunling shook her head, barely answering, “I… can…”

These were Yuan Gu Hua—Gong Ning had only obtained three in a century.

If all three were used and consumed at once, they could spawn a heart-devil in a single night.