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Kai Feng was just an ordinary librarian—content with his uneventful life, buried in books and avoiding excitement. That is, until he stumbled upon an ancient manuscript that should not have existed.

The moment he turned its final page, his world was consumed by light. Frozen in time, caught in a battle between mysterious factions, he could do nothing but watch as powerful cultivators fought over his fate.

Then, he awoke—not in his library, but in an unknown world, face-to-face with a mischievous old master who forced him through years of training. With no choice but to adapt, Kai learned to harness Qi, master deadly techniques, and awaken abilities beyond his imagination.

When he finally returned, three years had passed—but only moments in the real world. Now, powerful sects and unseen forces are moving, their eyes locked onto him.

Thrust into a world of sect wars, betrayals, and ancient secrets, Kai must carve his own path. Unfortunately for the righteous cultivators who stand in his way... he has been chosen as the next leader of the most feared evil sect.

Can an indifferent bookworm truly become the Evil Sect Lord? Or will he redefine what it means to wield power?

Martial Arts | Cultivation | LitRPG | Sect Wars | Power Struggles

Ascension of the Evil Sect Lord

Han stood facing the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon's voice dipped into seduction. "Break these cursed chains."

A whisper of wind stirred the cliff edge.

His hand inched forward, the golden runes burned brighter in proximity to his Qi, crackling with judgment and resistance.

The Blood Demon stood motionless,the chains humming against him. But when he spoke again, it was not with the commanding tone of one demanding liberation. It was quieter, lower—drenched not in power, but memory.

Han looked up. The demon's voice had changed—less wrathful, more… human.

"I was once a man. My name was Ren Wuji."

Han's brows drew together. The name was not unfamiliar. A name often spoken with a mix of reverence and caution. A sage whose deeds had become legend.

"Ren Wuji…" Han repeated slowly. "You were one of the Three Great Sages."

The demon smiled bitterly. "I was. And yet history remembers only what suits the victors. Tell me, Han Long, would you know me as the blood demon if I looked more like the mortal man that I was? Or would you see the man if not for these chains?"

Ren Wuji continued. "I had no sect. No faction. No master to speak for me in the courts of reputation. But I had a disciple… his name was Sun Zhe. He was brave, kind and very loyal."

The name carried weight in the Blood Demon's voice.

"I taught him everything. I raised him as my own."

"I was a direct man. Too direct. I did not flatter those in power, nor entertain the puppetry of politics. Sect leaders and noble houses who came asking for favor—seeking secret teachings, forbidden paths—I turned them away. Bluntly. Publicly."

"One of those powerful men," Ren Wuji continued, "was Wei Duan, Sect Master of the Divine Fist Sect.

He came to me once, seeking a favor under the guise of diplomacy. What he truly wanted was to elevate his son's reputation, to have me declare him a 'once-in-a-century' talent. I refused. Not because I hated him, because it was not true."

Ren's expression darkened. "Wei Duan never forgave that."

"Not long after, I uncovered something revolting. Wei Duan's son had abused his status, defiled his sect's name. He had taken a married woman by force. The husband sought help. No one listened. So I acted."

Han's jaw tensed as the tale unfolded.

"I crippled the boy," Ren said plainly. "Not out of rage but to protect the name of cultivation from being dragged further into filth."

"They murdered her. And her husband. Silenced the witnesses. Then… they blamed me."

"Wei Duan bribed city elders, planted forged letters, paid off cultivators to testify against me. Soon, rumors spread—false tales of dark arts, forbidden rituals, vanishing disciples. I became a monster to cultivators before I could speak a word of truth for myself."

Ren Wuji's chained arms pulled taut with memory. "The righteous sects branded me a traitor. All those I had refused—those I had shamed—now had cause to gather behind Wei Duan."

Han's gaze dropped. He knew that kind of politics well—reputation wielded like a sword.

"I fled to the outer valleys," Ren said. "But Wei Duan came with a hundred cultivators. They found me."

He turned his gaze toward the horizon, though there was no sun in the Void Realm.

"My disciple, Sun Zhe, held the pass. He knew they were coming. He refused to leave."

"He held them off. Alone. So I could escape."

"They tore him apart. A boy not yet twenty. They killed him in cold blood and all I could do was flee. I swore revenge on all those so called righteous cultivators who killed Sun Zhe just to get at me."

Chapter 98: The Truth Beneath Chains