Heart-Torn Ji Shuanghua

White Intelligence: Ji Shuanghua mistakenly believed that she simply needed the pain stimulation of her Shattered Jade Sword Bone to break through her bottleneck.

Thus, she made a crazy decision—to go to the Disciplinary Hall to receive punishment.

Under the guise of uncleared inner demons needing external force to calm the mind, Ji Shuanghua demanded the Disciplinary Hall elder to use the Gale Whip, which was specifically used to punish offending disciples.

Under Ji Shuanghua's strict orders, the elder gritted his teeth in distress and swung the whip. The whip's shadow carried a fierce wind as it lashed onto Ji Shuanghua's jade-like back, instantly tearing her skin and flesh open.

However, Ji Shuanghua's eyes held only irritability and disgust. She violently pushed the terrified elder away, threw on her clothes, and left.

She realized that this kind of punishment, filled with reverence and restraint, only made her feel sick.

What she desired was not pain, but the kind of look that completely disregarded her as a human being.

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White Intelligence: Returning to her cave dwelling, Ji Shuanghua relied on her memory and used the most precious Shadow-Retaining Ink to paint madly on rice paper.

There were no mountains or rivers in the painting, only the cold, retreating back of a man wearing a handyman's uniform. In the mud pit at his feet, curled up a woman in rags, covered in mud—that was herself.

Whenever her cold poison acted up late at night or her cultivation was hindered, she would take out this painting, trembling fingers caressing the cold back of the man in the painting. Then, she would bury her face into her cold pillow, imagining it was a swampy mud pit filled with the stench of rot, using this to gain a moment of peace to enter a state of meditation.

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Purple Intelligence: The wealthy Lin family of Crimson Flame City is posting notices all over the city to hold a Heavenly Fire Tournament, inviting young talents from all over the world who possess heavenly fires. The winner can marry Lin Qingwan, the number one beauty of Crimson Flame City, and obtain the Lin family's supreme treasure, the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame, as well as a Foundation Establishment spiritual item.

Truth: The eldest miss of the Lin family, Lin Qingwan, is a top-tier human cauldron nurtured by the demonic Blood Fiend Sect—the living vessel and mother body of the Blood Demon Fetus.

She is completely ignorant of the truth about her body, thinking the severe pain in her abdomen is cold poison, when in fact, it is the demonic fetus absorbing her life essence.

The Blood Demon Fetus is countered by extreme yang fire. If a trace of extreme yang fire is injected into it, its strength will be greatly diminished.

After the Heavenly Fire Tournament, the Blood Demon Fetus will detach from Lin Qingwan, leaving its placenta inside her body. Later, the City Lord of Crimson Flame City will absorb the placenta, increasing his cultivation by a large margin and saving years of bitter cultivation.

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Gu Yang sat by the dilapidated wooden table, his fingertips tapping the surface faintly. Tap, tap, tap, the rhythm secretly matching the waves of blacksmithing sounds coming from outside the window.

In his heart, he thought of that aloof master who seemed to be above worldly matters.

Master, oh Master.

Originally, when Zhao Wuji withheld the Nine Revolutions Ice Heart Pill you used to suppress your cold poison, I was still a little worried.

Now it seems I was worrying too much...

And that Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sword Sect, Ji Shuanghua...

Gu Yang shook his head, the contempt in his eyes almost overflowing.

Usually held up in the clouds by others for too long, she came to feel that being trampled in the mud was the only reality.

For this kind of person, the more you treat her like a human, the more hypocritical she thinks you are.

They are all just spoiled fairies.

The geniuses of the cultivation world, stripped of their glamorous outer garments, are often more twisted inside than demonic cultivators.

Gu Yang withdrew his gaze, his fingers gently sliding across the panel, finally stopping on that piece of intelligence radiating a rich purple light—the Lin Family's Heavenly Fire Tournament.

Interesting.

The Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame, the companion fire seed of the Eternal Night Empress, Tantai Jin, from his previous life.

To him, this thing was not just a heavenly fire.

It was the key to unlocking the core array of the Immortal Burial Forbidden Ground.

The Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame he absorbed after killing Mo Yuan previously was just a small wisp. Since there was more here, he certainly couldn't miss it.

Not to mention, among the prizes the Lin family offered, there was also a Foundation Establishment spiritual item.

He had already forged the Five-Color Lotus Platform and the Yin-Yang Glazed Platform. If the Foundation Establishment spiritual item was suitable, he could forge a third layer of his Dao platform.

The items were all excellent, but they should all be bait thrown out by the Lin family.

The Heavenly Fire Tournament was definitely not that simple.

But risks are often accompanied by huge profits.

Setting aside the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame that could open the Immortal Burial Forbidden Ground and that unknown Foundation Establishment spiritual item, just the 50 Destiny Points reward judged by the system after successfully intercepting the opportunity was enough to make him risk it once.

What's more, the intelligence stated clearly that the Blood Demon Fetus was countered by extreme yang fire.

He definitely had to go.

However, he couldn't just force his way in.

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The scorching sun baked the towering city walls of Crimson Flame City.

A hunched female cultivator, carrying a giant black iron heavy sword on her back that was completely disproportionate to her figure, mingled in the stream of people entering the city.

Her face was smeared with some unknown grass juice, turning her originally fair skin sallow and rough. There were even a few nauseating black moles dotted on her left cheek.

With this appearance, walking on the street, even the most desperate flower-picking bandit would take a detour.

She named herself Ugly Slave.

No one knew that hidden beneath this ugly skin was the number one sword Dao genius of the Eastern Region, Ji Shuanghua, who held the title of Ice Soul Sword Immortal.

After the Biluo Secret Realm last time, Ji Shuanghua awakened her Shattered Jade physique. Her strength advanced instead of regressing, solidifying her status as the Holy Maiden.

The sect bestowed upon her a high-level Foundation Establishment spiritual item, forging a Heavenly Dao perfect Dao foundation.

Afterward, she walked out of the Supreme Sword Sect, euphemistically calling it tempering her heart in the mortal realm, but in reality, she was escaping, and also searching.

Escaping those junior brothers and sisters who were respectful to her to the extreme, and searching for the man in the Biluo Secret Realm who threw her into a mud pit like a piece of trash.

Only in front of that person did she not have to put on the lofty airs of a Holy Maiden.

Only when being ignored and trampled by that person could she feel a kind of reality deep within her soul.

Will you be here?

Ji Shuanghua raised her head, looking through the slits of her bamboo hat at this furnace-like city.

In her eyes, which remained as cold and clear as a deep pool despite her deliberate concealment, there actually flickered a kind of morbid expectation at this moment.

No matter how her rationality denied it, her heart longed to see him again.

Longed to be pushed away by him with a face full of disgust once more.

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At the east gate of Crimson Flame City, two figures resembling moving furnaces arrogantly shoved aside the queuing rogue cultivators in front of them and strode in.

The man in the lead had crimson long hair draped recklessly over his shoulders, his whole body exuding a suffocating high temperature. He wore an arrogant expression, his nostrils pointing to the sky, as if taking even one more look at the ordinary mortals around him would dirty his eyes.

This person was exactly the true disciple of the Blazing Sun Holy Land, Zhu Lie.

In his hand, he held a palm-sized, entirely crimson compass—the Yang-Seeking Compass.

The pointer in the center of the compass was trembling slightly, as if sensing something.

Senior Brother, the fire veins in this Crimson Flame City are active, and the earth fire aura is impure. Will the Yang-Seeking Compass be affected?

Following behind Zhu Lie was a skinny, shifty-eyed cultivator named Zhao Fen, who was currently asking with a fawning face.

Hmph, earth fire? How could that kind of garbage flame be compared to the Golden Crow Source Fire!