Chapter 8: Who changed the script?

Fufeng said nothing, staring at the tearful stranger before him; his expressionless face seemed to harbor the calm before a storm, and even the lackey pretending loyalty dared not continue his act.

He appeared deep‑minded, but in fact he was sorting out his memories from scratch.

I was just an ordinary office worker; a phone‑induced car accident killed me on the road, and coincidentally a colleague with an unusual background introduced me to a ghost game, allowing me to successfully join the Seventy‑first Savior Competition and become one of the fifty‑seven saviors. I then crossed over into this seemingly cultivation world, and after that I was forcibly logged out.

Right! I'm here to save the world, so what's this damned demon‑cult boss identity? I'm not a flesh‑crosser—who swapped my script?!!

Fufeng instantly flew into a rage, his massive divine sense unconsciously spilling out, giving off an eerie feeling.

Although this was his first time transmigrating and he lacked experience, he knew one thing: villains never get a good ending.

Imagine, as a savior transmigrated here, he'd expect beauties flocking to him, magic treasures to pick at will, riches to come running, and old masters tearfully teaching him techniques—at the very least, a smooth journey was guaranteed.

Now this whole damn demon‑cult big shot—isn't this starting in hell mode? The protagonist will sooner or later wipe out this unlucky villain's clan, uh, Fufeng suddenly recalled what that unlucky disciple just said. No surprise, the demon cult must have already been exterminated.

Calm down! Calm down! Fufeng struggled to calm himself—bullshit! Can this thing even be calmed?

When Fufeng was raging helplessly alone, his junior disciple Xiao Yi felt uneasy inside.

From his name you can tell—he was the odd‑thinking junior jailer Xiao Yi in Yunhai City's prison; later, because the author's imagination ran wild, he was promoted from extra B to a supporting role. Cough, cough—I mean, due to his grudge against the demon cult, he voluntarily became a nail driven into the enemy's interior.

Yes, when the demon cult inexplicably exposed its branch, many sharp‑minded people in Yunhai City saw the problem.

The demon cult is indeed a bunch of lunatics, but they're not idiots, so they surely have a bigger plot. Consequently, Yunhai City went with the flow, wiping out many exposed demon‑cult branches and even discovering numerous forces colluding with them.

At that time they remained motionless, quietly waiting for them to reveal a flaw. As expected, when they intentionally or unintentionally asked the Liao family about that stranger they'd met, the City Lord's Manor turned its gaze toward the mysterious Fufeng.

Unfortunately, they could get no information from Fufeng—not even when the Pill Hall struggled to raise his soul to a level capable of supporting a soul search; oddly, they could not locate his soul at all, despite being able to catch the divine sense he unconsciously emitted.

By then the news that the Four Great Cloud Sea had joined forces to assault the demon cult's main altar had spread; they realized this was likely the cult's goal, and Fufeng was the important figure they'd rescue even at the cost of sacrificing the entire demon cult.

Thus a plan quietly took shape; the whole prison was covertly arranged as a stage, awaiting the actors to take their places.

Except for a few unlucky souls infected at unknown times, everything was under the City Lord's Manor's control; in the end, the demon‑cult members used self‑sacrifice to forcibly raise the cloud beast's grade, and at the moment of their explosive breakout, Xiao Yi, fully armed, mixed in with them and, taking advantage of the chaos of their escape, killed the remaining cultists.

This greatly reduced the chance of exposure, unless they could identify their own people—but according to years of dealing with the demon cult, that possibility is minuscule.

Because the demon cult cares nothing for its own life or death, let alone the identities of its subordinates—ultimately everyone is just taken for sacrifice.

Now, Xiao Yi's task is simply to preserve his own life before this senior; if he can't, he must enact the final plan, mobilizing the fifteen Transformation Spirit Stage experts lying in ambush nearby to purify him.

It took a full quarter of an hour for Fufeng to settle his mind; mainly he felt a sudden chill, his soul warning him not to linger. Moreover, having come this far, there was no room for choice—he only hoped the mess he'd taken over wouldn't be too terrible.

"Speak! What's going on?" Fufeng forced himself not to leak a flaw, thinking, "If I'm exposed, I might not be able to beat this person before me."

But in Xiao Yi's eyes, this demoniac's mind was clearly in an abnormal state—his face would change color for ten‑odd minutes, then suddenly return to normal, unmistakable signs of mental illness.

Mental illness isn't scary; what's frightening is that he can still fight. This demoniac appears to have only Foundation Establishment cultivation, his body‑refining technique is a dime‑a‑dozen sort. Yet the pressure emanating from him is real—a soul‑borne oppression that almost makes him unable to breathe.

Xiao Yi hurriedly summed it up in a few words: the demon cult used to be formidable, then it was beaten, and now it's gone.

Fufeng was so angry he almost fainted; not only had he failed to find the pot‑cover, now he might have to help the demon cult take the blame.

Wait, that might actually work.

"Great!" Fufeng suddenly had another idea, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

This further cemented Xiao Yi's notion that the demon cult were all lunatics—hearing that his own clan was destroyed actually made him happy. Complaining is one thing, but the act must go on.

"Sir, this." Xiao Yi genuinely expressed his difficulty—how could one respond to this? He's a normal person!

Fufeng could tell at a glance that this was a lackey—probably even demon‑cult members had hardly seen any—so he spoke more firmly: "This is just part of the plan; the Holy Sect still has more important tasks!"

Never mind what others call it; I certainly won't call myself a demon cultist—that's a matter of principle, and Fufeng gave himself a mental thumbs‑up.

Indeed! Xiao Yi's heart jolted—here it comes. So they don't call themselves the demon cult; the demon cult is just a smokescreen, right? Then what's their real purpose?

"Really?" Xiao Yi blurted out, then hastily shut his mouth.

"Hmph, first find a place to hide." Having said that, Fufeng closed his eyes and ignored Xiao Yi; he needed to think carefully about how to get along moving forward, so as not to let this fledgling notice anything.

Xiao Yi didn't dare ask further, and alone he piloted the cloud carrying Fufeng to their prepared hideout. The demon cult's wickedness also lay in its strange hierarchy: subordinates never refuse a superior's order, even if it means marching to their deaths.

After they left, the Transformation Spirit Stage cultivators lying in ambush three thousand miles outside also received the news from Yunhai City: Plan successful!

"Withdraw!"