Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

"First, leave your name!"

"My god, it's finally updated!"

"You ghost, you actually know to come back?"

"Do you have any idea how I spent this past month?"

"The rain outside the window went pitter-patter, and it's still going after three days and nights..."

No sooner had the video started than a flurry of comments appeared, indicating its popularity.

Nie Hailong skillfully blocked them, obtaining a relatively clean screen.

It seemed the Martial Frenzied Rascal intentionally allowed people to judge his actions, as not only were the comments section restrictions fully lifted, but the video barrage couldn't be completely blocked either—it could only be faded enough not to affect viewing.

The screen showed it was still night, but no longer in the bustling city; instead, it had moved to a desolate mountain forest.

The figure appeared, still as imposing as a mountain, standing in the wilderness with a vast primal forest stretching out before him.

"What is this...?"

"Why has he gone to the deep mountains and old forests?"

"Could it be he's tired of killing and is doing wilderness survival for a change of pace?"

"No, I want to see rivers of blood!"

As the scene shifted, everyone began to speculate, all secretly wondering about his intentions.

Nie Hailong's brows were deeply furrowed as he turned to look at his assistant.

The assistant, understanding the hint, replied calmly, "The tech department is making comparisons."

Nei Hailong nodded without saying more, continuing to watch the video.

In the video, the man didn't leave the audience guessing too long, as a shaft of light projected in front of him, forming a three-dimensional virtual image, displaying a man's identity information.

"Zhou Chenshan, Gang Qi Warrior, head of Chenshan Group, Steward of Black Sect, currently in hiding at a secret stronghold in Jiuqu Mountain belonging to the Black Sect."

"Black Sect!?"

Most viewers were clueless about this key piece of information, with only a few frowning deeply.

Nie Hailong was among the latter.

While the Blue Star Federation was very lax toward extraordinary civilian groups, it couldn't possibly be without limits and let them do whatever they wanted; there was an implicit set of rules, an unspoken understanding, and hidden red lines.

If anyone crossed these red lines, even the Blue Star Federation would change its usual stance and classify them as a criminal group, or even a terrorist organization, to be fully struck down.

The Black Sect was such an organization—its actions had crossed the red line, and even the federal agencies couldn't tolerate it. Over the years, they had been making full efforts to strike at it, driving it underground.

But that was all—merely driven underground. A centipede dies but never falls down, let alone a long-standing extraordinary group, a terrorist organization?

As a high-ranking official in the Security Bureau, Nie Hailong was not only aware of the Black Sect's existence but had also had many encounters and even life-and-death conflicts with its members; they could be considered old adversaries.

Zhou Chenshan and his Chenshan Group were actually branch forces of the Black Sect?

It's no wonder they had been increasingly outrageous and suspicious in their actions over the years.

Nie Hailong's frown deepened, feeling a failure in his duties.

The Black Sect's peripheral forces had lurked around Longhai for so long, and as the Director of the Security Bureau, he had not noticed.

If it weren't for the revelations brought about by this Martial Frenzied Rascal, given the Black Sect's modus operandi, what kind of severe consequences would it take for them to come to light?

Thinking of this, Nie Hailong was even more alarmed and immediately ordered his assistant, "Chenshan Group belongs to the Black Sect organization. Report to headquarters immediately, and then instruct all agency departments to act in coordination to arrest all related personnel!"

"Yes!"

"..."

The assistant nodded and hurried off, leaving Nie Hailong alone with his brow still tightly furrowed.

"It's not too late to mend the fold after some sheep have been lost, right?"

He sighed and turned his gaze back to the video.

"Black Sect!"

"Extraordinary group, terrorist organization!"

"Originally known as Black Demon Gate, it gradually evolved into Black Sect, traceable back to 1,300 years ago during the Ancient Song Period."

"Involved in human trafficking, corpses, organ, and illicit drug trades, and engaged in a large number of extraordinary terrorist activities, causing significant casualties and economic losses, it has been listed on the Blue Star Federation's wanted list."

"..."

The virtual image changed again, dissecting the Black Sect organization, displaying it before everyone.

"What the hell?"

"You're dealing with a terrorist organization?"

"I went and looked it up, and Black Sect really exists!"

"In such a short time, it went from dark evil forces to a terrorist organization?"

"What can you do? Nowadays around Longhai, there are no longer any dark evil forces."

"In three months, so many people have died. Anyone with brains ran long ago. Who would wait for you to kill them?"

"The world is becoming harder to understand, where are all these monsters coming from?"

"Could the night of the Red Moon really be some sort of apocalyptic sign?"

As for the existence of the Black Sect, the audience had little doubt, just a sigh of the times.

In just a few months, the world hadn't been turned upside down, but it was constantly changing, with countless abnormal events emerging one after the other. Although federal agencies worked hard to suppress them, they couldn't stop the major trends.

Many sensed something unusual in the air, and together with the "Madman Live Stream" stirring up the Martial Madman craze, the changes in the world were becoming very apparent.

A storm is brewing!

Great chaos is on the horizon!

For this situation, everyone was left with nothing but fear and helplessness.

Unable to do anything, powerless to respond, they could only passively accept their fate, hence their unease.

As a result, the live streaming market for martial arts had become even more popular and sought after by audiences.

Whether it was the pursuit of strength, the understanding of the truth, or the hope for a hero to save the world, "Martial Frenzied Rascal Live Stream" could satisfy all, providing a bit of comfort to the uneasy masses.

People chattered on when suddenly the perspective shifted, and the camera soared up before plunging into the forest.

The mountain was high and the forest dense, truly living up to the name "Jiuqu."

As the camera dived into the woods, the night wind was piercing, and the crows cried out ominously.

In just a moment, the scene cleared, revealing a manor with green bricks and white tiles, exuding a chilling Yin Qi.

"What the fuck?"

"Filming a ghost movie?"

"What is this place?"

"Don't scare me in the middle of the night!"

Everyone was startled upon seeing this, feeling the waves of chill even through the screen.

In the courtyard of the manor, in front of a residence, a middle-aged man was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Suddenly...

"Crack!!!"

The door opened, not revealing two people, but a boy and a girl, each holding a white paper lantern, their faces bloodless and pale, their eyes cold and lifeless.

The boy and the girl, holding the white paper lanterns, walked out from the house to the man: "What do you want?"

Seeing such a pair of children, the middle-aged man also felt uncomfortable but managed to say: "Please inform the Elder that some time ago a powerful figure arrived in Longhai claiming to be the Martial Frenzied Rascal, who relentlessly killed those from the Martial World in Longhai.

I've been targeted by him, my businesses have all been destroyed, and I have no choice but to seek the Elder's protection."

Hearing this, the children did not say much, turned around and re-entered the gloomy house, and only after a while did they return.

"The master is already aware of this matter. For now, you may stay in the mountain. Once the master completes his practice and exits seclusion, he will deal with that person. Off you go!"

With that, they paid no mind to the middle-aged man's reaction, lifted their lanterns, and walked towards a side courtyard.

The middle-aged man dared not say more, forced to steel himself and follow.

Just at that moment...

"Bang!!!"

A loud noise shook the manor, and the thick and heavy wooden door burst open, revealing a terrifying and shocking figure.

"Puh!!!"

Zhou Chenshan turned in horror, his arms raised in defense, Gang Qi forming a barrier, but he was still blasted away by the door fragments that collided with him and slammed into the doorpost behind him, coughing up a mouthful of bright red blood.

Seeing this, the boy and girl too turned around sharply, their pale youthful faces showing an incongruous and furious glare as they stared at the newcomer.

"With a thunderous boom, the Martial Madman makes his entrance!"

"Big brother, you finally arrived."

"From a horror scene to a Hong Kong comic style in a flash!"

"Although I don't understand the plot, having the host is enough."

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The atmosphere changed suddenly, and the tide turned.

"Martial! Frenzied! Rascal!"

Zhou Chenshan lay on the ground convulsing, his blood gushing unstoppably, and with great difficulty, he spat out three words before collapsing to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth, never to speak again.

Zhou Chenshan, a Gang Qi Grandmaster—dead!

"This..."

Seeing this scene, Nie Hailong and others from within the industry all changed color in shock.

A powerful force smashing the door, and with the residual energy from one strike, a Gang Qi Grandmaster was killed on the spot?

Had he grown stronger?

Or was this his true strength all along?

Nie Hailong did not know, he only felt a growing sense of unease.

"Giggles!"

Back at the scene, upon Zhou Chenshan's death, the Ghost Children's faces held an even more severe look of malice, they let out a strange cry, and their figures vanished without a trace, leaving only their two lanterns, the white paper chilling, the candlelight eerie, lunging at the person who had arrived.

The person, straightforward as ever, raised his hand in a powerful strike, domineering as a wild dragon passing through.

"Boom!!"

The two white paper lanterns exploded instantly, turning into scattered ghost flames, which were surprisingly fragile.

"Condensed Spirit Gang Qi?"

As the ghost flames scattered, a surprised voice was heard, and within the deep darkness of the house, a shadowy figure appeared, an old man with grey hair, gaunt appearance, dressed in a somber black.

The man in black stepped out of the house, paying no heed to the now dead Zhou Chenshan, his gaze fixed on the Martial Madman at the entrance to the manor: "Are you the Martial Frenzied Rascal?"

"Nan Fengye, Elder of the Black Sect, an Evil Path cultivator."

"Tonight, will be your end!"

The person did not say much else but revealed the other's identity and immediately stepped into the mountains, exhibiting a threatening posture.

"Hmm!?"

Nan Fengye's eyes narrowed, furious: "A mere Martial Man dares to utter such nonsense. Truly ignorant of life and death."

With that, he waved his sleeve, and a dark light flew out, carrying with it a fierce Evil Qi shooting towards his opponent.