The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"Brother Fahai, please guide me!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Pursuing Sentient Beings:

"Finally, someone in the group stopped calling me ’bald’... tearful eyes Fine! I must teach you properly!"

Pursuing Sentient Beings:

"But before I start teaching, you have to describe your own world—whether it’s High Martial, Xianxia, or a Dominator Era world."

The worlds they lived in were wildly different.

Each world required a different method of spreading faith.

For example, in the modern world where Chu Xuanfeng resided, you could simply convince top federal officials—or display a miracle—and instantly convert large numbers of believers.

Constantine had also taken advantage of that method.

In ancient High Martial worlds, one only needed to win over the emperor.

But in a Xianxia world, things got more complicated.

You had to raise your own cultivation level first, influence your sect or faction, and then slowly expand your reach to the entire world.

That process took time.

Just like in Zhang Fan’s world—without support from his uncle Cangsong, spreading faith would’ve been nearly impossible.

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"Well, our world has immortals and monsters, along with some mysterious powers like Taoists.

My sister and I are fox demons from the Tushan Clan, and we hold considerable influence.

Right now, our fox demon subordinates are training hard in meditation."

Pursuing Sentient Beings:

"Sounds similar to my world. But from your tone, it doesn’t seem like your world has top-tier beings—so that makes things easier."

Li Er:

"If your world doesn’t have figures on the level of Tathāgata Buddha or Guanyin Bodhisattva, then it’s simple. Just recruit a few major powers and absorb them into your faction."

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"Ah, that... Actually, humans and monsters don’t really get along. Even though we fox demons have been working hard to improve relations..."

Pursuing Sentient Beings:

"Same as mine. If you’re not of the same race, harmony is basically impossible."

The Spirit of the Demon Sword:

"Little Fox Sister, listen to Li Er. Let your sister handle it. Start with forces you’re already familiar with."

The Spirit of the Demon Sword:

"Then give them the concept of eternity and perform a divine ritual. Once they’ve witnessed the power of our God and felt His grace, converting them becomes much easier."

Tushan Yaya blinked. That simple?

Didn’t seem too hard. And it was actually quite practical.

They couldn’t touch the Dao League for now—but the Demon League?

That was easy.

Her sister was already the leader of the monster faction.

As long as she raised her voice, countless monsters would flock to her.

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"Thank you, Sister Solanum, for your guidance! I understand now!"

The Spirit of the Demon Sword:

"Don’t thank me yet. Even if it seems easy, there are still obstacles—especially when humans and monsters are fundamentally opposed."

Ninja Scientist:

"Brute force doesn’t work. Even if you conquer someone with violence, if you don’t cultivate their faith, it’ll collapse eventually. I’m a living example."

For Peace:

"Old Snake, what are you up to these days? Still teaching your followers?"

Ninja Scientist:

"⊙﹏⊙)... What else can I do? I’m running around the entire Ninja World as a missionary ambassador. I’m swamped every day."

The Spirit of the Demon Sword:

"Didn’t you say there were humans on the Moon? Why haven’t you gone there yet?"

Young Master Murong:

"He doesn’t dare go, haha. The Ninja World’s still in chaos. If he tries to gather followers again, he might lose his mind."

Ninja Scientist:

"Not really. I already sent my men to the Moon. A lot of them died... only a few survived."

The descendants of Ōtsutsuki Village were no saints.

Fighting among themselves constantly.

It was giving Orochimaru a major headache.

Demon-Slaying Uncle Jiu:

"They’ve gone to the Moon? Record some videos next time, I want to see what it looks like up there."

The Spirit of the Demon Sword:

"Same here! Upload something!"

Ninja Scientist:

"To be honest, it’s not as beautiful as you’d imagine. Just a bunch of rocky craters."

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"No Jade Rabbit? No Chang’e?"

The Spirit of the Demon Sword:

"Uh... Sister, wake up! His world isn’t like ours. No Oriental immortals."

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"What?! How can that be?! My heart is shattered! T-T-The bunny girl was supposed to be so cute—why doesn’t your world have one?!"

Li Er:

"Then train hard. Once you’re strong enough, you can send your own Jade Rabbit to the Moon."

Tanjiro:

"Wait... that’s an option?"

Junior Brother of Dazhufeng:

"Why not? After you cultivate long enough, you become immortal. If the moon in Orochimaru’s world isn’t man-made, then with enough strength, you can do anything."

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"I’m starting to realize how deep the waters of this world run. It’s kinda scary..."

Pursuing Sentient Beings:

"Scared of what? As long as you believe in God, no one can kill you. Even King Yama will give way. Even Huang Quan can’t destroy your soul."

The Fox Who Only Loves Money:

"That sounds... amazing."

Tanjiro:

"Honestly, you don’t have to worry too much about converting people. Once they witness true divine power, most will surrender on their own."

Chu Dashan:

"How many countries in your world have joined the cult so far?"

Tanjiro:

"Over a hundred, I think? I’m not sure on the exact number. Most are followers like Zhang Fan—support roles."

Both he and Zhang Fan were part of the younger generation.

They mainly provided support.

Newcomer Tushan Yaya was much the same.

Chu Dashan:

"Yeah, that’s pretty good. About the same as me. But now, people are coming to me on their own. Since Lord God appeared, over ten powerful factions have submitted."

"Even the Four Seas Dragon Clans!"

Pursuing Sentient Beings:

"Alright, alright—enough flexing. Weren’t we supposed to be giving guidance? Don’t go showing off mid-conversation! That’s not cool!"

Demon-Slaying Uncle Jiu:

"You guys talk. I’ve got something serious going on over here."

Li Er:

"What is it?"

Demon-Slaying Uncle Jiu:

"A fellow disciple... brought a group of people. They’ve just arrived at my door."

———

The Demon World

Ever since Uncle Jiu had taken control of the provincial capital, his influence had continued to expand.

Eventually, his name reached the ears of Shi Jian.

As a senior disciple of Maoshan, Shi Jian had always looked down on Lin Jiu. Now that Lin Jiu had, in his view, betrayed his master and defiled his ancestors by joining the Eternal Cult, it gave him the perfect excuse to eliminate him under the guise of righteous justice.

At that moment, Shi Jian was standing at the entrance of the Eternal Temple, shouting furiously.

"Lin Jiu! You who have betrayed your master and dishonored your lineage—come out! Today, I will cleanse Maoshan of your disgrace!"

Four holy envoys stood guard at the temple gate.

Hearing his insults, their expressions darkened.

They wanted to kill him on the spot.

How dare he cause such a ruckus in front of the temple?!

Suddenly, a calm voice broke through the tension.

"You brought so many companions just to say that?"

Uncle Jiu emerged slowly from the temple, dressed in a flowing black robe.

Trailing behind him was his disciple, Qiu Sheng.

At that moment, Uncle Jiu radiated an extraordinary aura.

Just by standing there, he gave off the sensation of unity between man and nature—a perfect harmony.

"Damn... Lin Jiu has already broken through to the Realm of Reality. I’m afraid Shi Jian is no match for him."

"We shouldn’t have come along this time."

"It’s alright. With the numbers we brought, we should be fine! Besides, I heard the Eternal Church doesn’t kill indiscriminately."

Amidst the murmuring crowd, Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"Wen Cai, since you’ve come with your uncle, why are you hiding? Why not come out and face me?"

Qiu Sheng’s eyes widened in surprise.

He hadn’t expected that Uncle Wen Cai would also be involved.

As the crowd parted, a slightly older young man appeared before the two masters.

It was none other than Wen Cai, another disciple of Uncle Jiu.

Shi Jian smirked. "What? I can’t call out betrayal when I see it? Come, Wen Cai, your uncle’s here now—don’t be afraid."

"Yes..." Wen Cai murmured.

The timid man stepped to Shi Jian’s side, avoiding Uncle Jiu’s gaze.

But the hatred in his eyes was clear.

Uncle Jiu calmly said, "I admit that I left Maoshan and abandoned its teachings. But tell me—what evil have I done? You bring a crowd to my doorstep. Do you mean to attack me?"

"So what?" Shi Jian snapped. "You, Lin Jiu, murdered the Ghost King under Yama, and now you’ve stationed your raised ghosts in the provincial capital. You’ve disrupted the balance of both realms! Today, I come under Yama’s orders to arrest you!"

Just as Shi Jian finished speaking, a gust of yin wind swept through from the distance.

It was the dead of night.

Ghostly winds were not unusual.

But Uncle Jiu simply chuckled. "So, Senior Brother, you’ve become a lapdog for that useless King Yama? How disgraceful.

But... are you sure your ghosts are up to the task?"

The Taoist cultivators who came with Shi Jian began to frown.

Despite the arrival of the ghostly wind—no ghosts had appeared.

Shi Jian’s expression darkened. He shouted, "Ghosts! Why haven’t you shown yourselves?! Everyone, prepare to take down the traitor Lin Jiu together!"

A mocking voice echoed in response.

"Stop barking, you old dog. Your ghosts? Our brothers already ate them."

"I devoured mine the moment we entered the provincial capital."

"Ghosts and ghouls? Those fragile scraps are no match for us."

More and more voices joined in, full of mocking laughter.

Shi Jian and the Taoists turned toward the sound, and their eyes widened.

A group of powerful ghosts stood before them, sneering coldly.

Each of them was holding a struggling little ghost in their hands.

The captive ghosts trembled with fear, their faces full of desperation.

Then—one by one—they were swallowed whole.

Devoured.

These were all spirit beings. Yet they were eaten like candy.

"Shi Jian," Uncle Jiu said coldly, stepping forward with a peachwood sword in hand, pointing directly at Shi Jian’s forehead.

"I could forgive the others. But you? Never."

Lightning flashed across the blade.

A flash of thunder.

Shi Jian died in a single blow.

Thud.

Thud.

One Taoist after another dropped to their knees before Uncle Jiu.

Tears streamed down their faces, mixing with snot.

"Master Lin... This... this was all Shi Jian’s doing. We had nothing to do with it..."

"Yeah! It’s all that bastard’s fault!"

"We’ve said it ourselves—ever since the True Master appeared, peace has returned to the provincial city. But he refused to listen..."