Chapter 996: I'm a pro at messing with people's mindsets

Looking at the ten Demonic Cultivators before him who were still unsatisfied, Ye Zhangqing smiled and asked.

Hearing this, the ten Demonic Cultivators all froze; the leader, even more wary, asked.

"You... what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing special, just asking if you taste good."

You.............

"Oh right, these dishes were made by the Demon Race, not bad, huh?"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the ten Demonic Cultivators froze, staring at the empty bowls before them, the bottoms licked to a shine, their eyes filled with fear.

"They...... they just ate the Demon Race?"

"No...... impossible, absolutely impossible, I......"

He muttered, unable to accept the reality for a moment, but Ye Zhangqing still said calmly.

"Don't you have an answer in your hearts? From the first bite, you should have felt that familiar demonic aura, after all you practice Xiūliàn of the Demonic Cultivation method."

"You...... I'll kill you......"

Ye Zhangqing's words made the ten Demonic Cultivators lose control, they could no longer hold back.

Even after enduring torture and torment, the ten Demonic Cultivators had not broken, but now, just because of a bowl of food and a few simple words, the ten Demonic Cultivators collapsed.

At the same time, with their roars, familiar crackling sounds rang out—the sound of their state of mind shattering.

Hearing this sound, Ye Zhangqing smiled faintly; it was done.

To make these ten Demonic Cultivators submit, the only method Ye Zhangqing could think of was to start with their minds—first, naturally, to break their mindset and ruin their mental state.

Regarding this, although Ye Zhangqing had never deliberately done it before, he had to admit, he was a professional.

Dao heart, Buddha heart—no state of mind has escaped being wrecked; a mere demon heart is naturally no problem.

The Demon Race, which they had believed in all their lives, now being eaten by themselves, equals shattering their lifelong faith.

Looking at the ten Demonic Cultivators with bloodshot eyes, wildly cursing, Ye Zhangqing turned and smiled at the ancestors behind him, who were dumbfounded.

"Honored ancestors, the rest is up to you; I'm going back to sleep."

With the demon hearts shattered, the following matters become much easier; given the methods of Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo, and the others, it shouldn't be too difficult.

Hearing this, the ancestors nodded dully; only after Ye Zhangqing left did Yun Xiantai come to her senses, muttering.

"Is it really over just like that? The demon hearts are shattered?"

"How did I not realize that the Buddha hearts of the Fomen were the same back then?"

Yun Xiantai didn't know what had happened before, but Yu Mo was well aware—back then, the Fomen had how many Buddha hearts shattered by this kid Ye Zhangqing, and she herself hadn't even realized it.

She silently cursed her own stupidity.

But immediately, Yu Mo, Yuan Cang, and Wang Man all turned to look at the ten Demonic Cultivators wailing loudly, the corners of their mouths twitching into a smile.

"Now things are simple, right?"

Speaking, the prison cell door was slowly closed.

No one knew what had happened that night, but the next morning the ancestors summoned all the Human Race cultivators.

And behind the ancestors stood ten Demonic Cultivators, their faces ashen, their eyes devoid of luster, continually muttering.

"I am guilty, I deserve to die, I am guilty, I deserve to die......"

Looking at the ten Demonic Cultivators, the Human Race cultivators wondered, how did the ancestors bring them out—what are they planning?

And the ancestors standing before the crowd, looking at everyone, spoke loudly.

"The Demon Race's treachery—we've been suffering losses lately; what do you think is the cause?"

This.............

No one answered, but the ancestors didn't mind and continued speaking.

"It's because our hiding skills are inadequate, the Demon Race discovered our tracks; therefore, today I let these ten Demonic Cultivators behind me teach everyone hiding techniques, for I believe they are absolutely experts in this."

"What? Let the Demon Race teach us?"

"You're joking."

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted; they never imagined they would one day learn from Demonic Cultivators.

"This isn't a joke, is it?"

At first, the Human Race cultivators' hearts filled with resistance—impossible, absolutely impossible.

But the ancestors then coldly shouted.

"Silence."

The scene instantly fell silent; all eyes turned to the ancestors.

"How shameful that you, as Human Race cultivators, have such narrow minds—what's wrong with learning from Demonic Cultivators?"

"Frankly, the Demon Race food supplies only last for one day; after that we'll run out of food—would you rather go hungry or learn from the Demonic Cultivators?"

"These words are a killer blow—hearing that we'll run out of food in just one day."

Everyone's faces changed instantly; "Damn, how can we not have food?" someone gritted their teeth and said.

"Damn it, let's learn then."

"Exactly, it's just learning from Demonic Cultivators, not actually turning to the demonic path."

"Right, right, the real problem is not being able to get food."

Seeing the crowd's reaction, the ancestors nodded slightly and then announced that, due to the food shortage, the quotas for each day's three meals would change.

Based on academic performance.

The top ten thousand in each meal ranking earn the right to eat.

This is also to urge everyone to quickly master hiding skills, after all time waits for no one, and the food will truly run out.

With the temptation of food, everyone studied desperately.

After a day, all ten demonic cultivators were left dazed.

"Holy shit, they're that desperate?"

"Could this be the reason our demonic path is invincible?"

The ten demonic cultivators have been thoroughly trained, and they teach without holding back.

But the attitude of the many cultivators studying is what truly shocked them—what counts as hardworking? This is literally risking their lives.

The training tasks they assigned, these human cultivators completed not just double or triple, but tenfold or more.

After a full day, aside from meals, they had no rest at all.

Even those who hadn't earned the right to eat didn't get to rest even while eating.

According to them, I won't get to eat this meal, but I'll definitely have a bite of the next one.

After a day, everyone's progress was visibly rapid.

Especially the technique of hiding one's aura.

The aura-hiding technique isn't anything special, but truly mastering it is no easy feat.

Moreover, the various sects say that hardly anyone bothers to study this, since it's not worth the effort—the returns don't match the investment.

But demonic cultivators are different—this aura-hiding technique is a matter of life and death for them.

Thus, all ten demonic cultivators are highly proficient in hiding their aura.

After all, if you're not adept at this, being discovered means certain death—who would dare be careless?