A righteous young hero? But I am a demonic cultist.

Chapter 1: The Accountant at the Huashan Stronghold, the Holy Cult Spy, and the Informant at Songsha

As dusk fell, the evening drum resounded throughout Huayin City, announcing the start of the curfew. The bustling streets of the day were deserted, with watchmen walking through the alleys, striking their clappers. At the crossroads not far away, patrolling constables could still be vaguely seen.

At the crossroads, there is the Tongfu Tavern.

After seeing off the last table of guests right on time, the waiters quickly closed the door, fearing that if they were even a minute later, the troublesome constables would come knocking on their door.

At the counter, Yue Yuan, dressed as a scholar, frowned slightly, his cold face full of worry, carefully recalling how to write the capital character "捌". Should it be the radical for "hand" plus "另", or the radical for "person" plus "别"?

I don't know how to write the capital 8!

He propped his head up with his hand, his gaze fixed on the dim light.

I'm so worried, ugh~~

A soft sigh couldn't express the sorrow in my heart; two oil lamps...

Okay, I'll just add the radical for "hand" to the character, and the two together will form a new character. It has more strokes, so I'll write it a bit more sloppily. The shopkeeper probably won't be able to tell, haha~~ I'm a genius.

His brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, his strokes startling wind and rain.

Finished writing, that's all.

He gently blew the ink dry, put the account book back in the cabinet, and tidied up the abacus and brush. He finished his day of undercover work and was glad that he had lived another day.

Meow~~

Just as he was about to go back inside, a cat's meow made him stop in his tracks.

This was the signal agreed upon between the predecessor and Elder Tong of the Demonic Cult, signifying that a new mission had been sent from above.

Finally, there's a mission? A hint of panic appeared on Yue Yuan's usually cold and stern face.

He stepped forward, gently pushed open the window, took out the small note and held it in his palm. Then he quickly returned to the backyard room, locked the door, forcibly suppressed his panic, and slowly opened the note.

[Stay put, continue lying in wait]

Those eight words made him breathe a sigh of relief; thankfully, he could continue to lie low.

hey~~

A long sigh, tinged with both relief and sorrow.

Although Yue hadn't read many formal books, he had read countless online articles and witnessed numerous success stories of his predecessors.

He also harbored a dream of wielding power over the world while awake and resting his head on the lap of a beautiful woman while drunk.

He once fantasized that Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Song were all his close friends; and that no demons or monsters could defeat him.

Perhaps it was because his fantasy offended some powerful being from another dimension that a stroke of luck sent him to the world of Swordsman, and directly to the Huashan Sect's stronghold, making him a senior undercover agent of the Demonic Sect.

When others travel through time, they either become officials in the Qin or Han dynasties, or become brothers with Emperor Xiang Yu of Han, and find a partner named Yu Shu.

Or, he could become Li Er's son again and marry a woman named Wu Mei.

It might even become Psyduck, raising its sword and shouting "Big Banner Press Down!"

At worst, I could go back to the Ming Dynasty, become brothers with Zhu Houzhao, and become a prince.

At worst, I should go to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At least I could be brothers with Jesus and rebel against the Qing Dynasty.

But he transmigrated into the body of a disciple of the Sun Moon Cult, a family whose ancestors had dedicated their lives to the Sun Moon Cult for generations. It was no exaggeration to say that his family had shed blood for the Holy Cult.

Seeing that the original owner of this body was clever, the elder of the Demonic Sect, Tong Baixiong, assigned him to this tavern and made him an undercover agent for the Huashan Sect, attempting to slowly infiltrate the Huashan Sect.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

The tavern owner was very cautious. Since he "picked up" him, he had never let him do any work other than accounting, let alone get close to the Huashan Sect.

Besides this, there was another matter weighing on Yue Yuan's mind: the original owner had taken the "Three Corpse Brain God Pill," and with the Dragon Boat Festival approaching, the corpse worms in his brain were about to awaken. If there was no antidote, he would surely die.

"Knock knock knock~~"

The knocking sounded, snapping him out of his thoughts. He immediately swallowed the note, leaving no trace.

The door opened, and a glamorous woman appeared outside, with a fat cook holding a cleaver and guards behind her.

The alluring woman was the innkeeper's new wife. She had a great figure and a beautiful face, yet she was charming without being vulgar and seductive without being lewd, and she had the innkeeper completely under her thumb; but why was she with the fat cook? That was the question.

With a question in mind, he cupped his hands and asked, "Madam Liu, is there something you need from me?"

"Mr. Yue, I have something important to discuss with you. May I come inside to talk in detail?"

Yue Yuan stepped aside, extending his right hand in a gesture of invitation, "Lady Liu, please."

Liu Xinyan went inside, while the fat cook closed the door and stood guard outside. This made Yue Yuan feel uneasy. He was powerless and if the other party made a move, he would be like a turtle in a jar, completely at their mercy.

Liu Xinyan seemed to have noticed something. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Yue, there is no need to panic. We have come here to recruit you into our Songshan Sect."

Yue Yuan pointed to himself, "Me? From the Songshan Sect?"

He felt incredibly bitter. He already had the Three Corpse Brain God Pill in his head, and then he became an undercover agent at the Huashan stronghold. Now, someone else was asking him to join Songshan, making him seem like he was in high demand.

Seeing his pale face, Liu Xinyan explained, "The Demonic Sect is growing stronger, while the Five Mountains Sword Sect is losing momentum. Alliance Leader Zuo is very worried and is thinking of unifying the Five Mountains to prevent them from being defeated one by one by the Demonic Sect."

"But I, Yue, am utterly powerless..."

Liu Xinyan poured him a cup of tea: "We've observed that in the few days since you came to the tavern, you've not only settled all the accounts that had been piling up for years, but you've also combined the wines with historical anecdotes, resulting in a several-fold increase in wine sales. Such a talent should serve the Left Alliance Leader."

Liu Xinyan has already said this much. If he still doesn't know what's good for him, he might not be able to leave this house today, let alone live to see the Dragon Boat Festival. Survival is the most important thing, but the bottom line can be a little more flexible.

Thinking of this, he immediately cupped his hands and said, "I am honored by Alliance Leader Zuo's high regard, and I will certainly live up to Alliance Leader Zuo's expectations."

"Haha, Mr. Yue is indeed a straightforward person." Liu Xinyan's water sleeves danced lightly, and a piece of white silk covered Yue Yuan. Then a warm body sat on him, a strange fragrance entered his nose, and a pair of cool little hands brushed against his skin.

He gripped the back of the chair tightly with both hands, not daring to move.

Seeing that she couldn't amuse him, Liu Xinyan lost interest and sat back down in her seat: "Mr. Yue, you can't go back on your word, or you'll know the price of betrayal if you press three inches below your navel."

Yue Yuan was stunned.

According to the usual tropes of martial arts dramas, he must have been poisoned again.

He gently pressed the area three inches below his navel, and intense pain swept through his entire body. It felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a giant hand, and his breathing slowed down.

Liu Xinyan stepped forward with a cold face and pinched his chin. "Look at you, what a handsome face you have, but if you don't behave, hehe..."

Yue Yuan forced a smile. "Is this what a prestigious sect is? Is this how Alliance Leader Zuo teaches you to do things?"

With a casual wave of her hand, Liu Xinyan sent a fragrant breeze through Yue Yuan's body, and the pain gradually subsided, allowing his breathing to return to normal.

He took two deep breaths, trying to restore his body to normal, but he had no strength left.

"Stop struggling." Liu Xinyan placed a porcelain bottle on the table. "Now, I'm giving you your first task: give this medicine to the shopkeeper."

"The shopkeeper has been so good to you, yet you try to harm him?"

Yue Yuan was extremely surprised. How could this righteous sect be even more ruthless than their demonic sect, actually trying to harm innocent people?

Liu Xinyan flicked her long sleeves, her expression gradually turning ferocious. "Just because he's from the Huashan Sect, he deserves to die."

"Knock knock knock~~" A rapid knocking sound came from the room.

The fat cook at the door called out anxiously, "Madam Liu, something's happened outside! The Huashan Sect has broken in!"