Not only do they look the same, but the original owner of the body also had the same name?

Now this is getting interesting.

He continued reading.

The text formed by the blood mist gave a detailed account of the life of this demonic cult leader.

It included an overview of his martial arts and a very detailed biography.

The most eye-catching parts included: at sixteen, he became the youngest Martial Emperor in the history of Shenzhou Haotu, took over as the leader of the demonic cult, and became the lord of the Southern Wasteland Demon Domain.

……

At eighteen, he single-handedly broke through the two great martial arts holy lands—Dajin’gang Temple and the Ethereal Cloud Palace. Dajin’gang Temple and Ethereal Cloud Palace thus became history. Logan Brooks established his status as one of the Three Emperors, standing alongside the Sword Emperor and Blade Emperor, who had been famous for years.

……

At twenty, just three days ago, the demonic cult leader Logan Brooks and the head of the Sword Pavilion had a peak showdown, which ended in a draw.

In this battle, both sides suffered heavy injuries.

While the Sword Pavilion master was wounded, the demonic cult leader was also seriously hurt.

Afterwards, the leader tried to heal himself with the Black Jug, one of the three great sacred treasures of the cult, but failed.

“So it’s true, the body of the Black Jug was originally in this world, and it was one of the three great sacred treasures of the demonic cult.”

Logan Brooks muttered to himself.

When he first saw this, he was puzzled—if the Demon Emperor and Sword Emperor fought head-on, weren’t they afraid the Blade Emperor would swoop in and reap the benefits?

Turns out, they had the Black Jug as a backup plan.

Unfortunately, the calculation went awry.

Not only did it fail to heal the injuries, but it also caused a major accident.

Which means I’ve been left with some trouble… Logan Brooks gave a wry smile.

He carefully read through the information.

The key milestones of a person’s life from birth to now were basically all there.

Comparing this resume, he could summarize quite a lot.

But there were also shortcomings.

Although this event list was very detailed, it was hard to reflect relationships and emotions between people.

He also had no way of knowing exactly what the original owner of the body had said to whom in these twenty years.

Did he have any special, private forms of address with certain people?

The simplest example: if not for that unsent letter, he wouldn’t even know whether to refer to himself as “I” or “this seat” in front of the cult members.

Such things may seem trivial, but if you get them wrong, the consequences could be big or small.

Take it step by step… Logan Brooks thought to himself.

It seemed that the outside world was still uncertain about the fact that he was seriously injured.

If it could be hidden, it must be hidden.

His current identity was that of the public enemy of Shenzhou.

The great demon everyone longed to kill.

Anyone could guess that many people would want to take advantage of his injuries.

And then there was the matter of healing…

As he was thinking, a jade pendant on his body suddenly rang out with a clear, melodious chime.

Logan Brooks was completely baffled.

What kind of new act is this?

He picked up the jade pendant and examined it. After chiming once, it fell silent again.

Logan Brooks tried gently flicking the jade pendant with his finger.

The jade pendant rang out melodiously once more.

Why did this thing suddenly ring by itself just now?

He hadn’t touched it.

Just as Logan Brooks was feeling curious, he suddenly heard someone pushing open his door.

He quickly composed himself.

The door opened, and the middle-aged woman who looked like the chief steward appeared.

“Reporting to the cult leader, as per your instructions, dinner is about to be prepared. We servants will first assist you in bathing and changing clothes.”

The middle-aged woman, just as before, respectfully performed a grand salute and spoke softly with her head lowered.

Bathing before dinner—what kind of habit is this… Logan Brooks complained inwardly.

He was gradually starting to understand.

That jade pendant was a communication tool for contacting his close subordinates.

The first chime was the chief steward before him signaling that dinner and the bath were ready and seeking his instructions.

He had responded without knowing, so she came in person.

Logan Brooks clasped his hands behind his back and gave a dignified yet indifferent “Mm.”

The chief steward’s face was round and amiable, making everyone feel at ease no matter who she was with.

“Come in.” She smiled gently and softly, then clapped her hands lightly.

Twelve maids quickly filed in through the door.

Though they were maids, all were stunning beauties.

The twelve of them approached gracefully.

They were clearly here to assist the cult leader in bathing and changing.

Logan Brooks kept a calm expression and stood there composed.

But inside, he was screaming.

Corruption! Corruption!

Corruption isn’t the problem.

But can someone tell me, was the cult leader originally a devoted ascetic, or the type who indulged in women?

Chapter 2: Life is Like a Play, All Depends on Acting

To stand at the pinnacle of Shenzhou at twenty—if he wasn’t a hard cultivator, could he really rely on talent alone? Seems unlikely.

But if he was an ascetic monk, who would prepare so many beautiful maids?

Logan Brooks was uneasy, like a holy monk entering the Spider Queen’s cave.

You know your own business best.

Right now, he was injured and not fit for bedroom activities.

Surrounded by beauties, it was actually a bit of a torment.

It was hard to bear…

Logan Brooks kept a calm face and casually said, “Let’s go.”

But gave no other indication.

Everyone in front of him respectfully replied, “Yes, Cult Leader.”