The personal disciples' faces were filled with disbelief.
Throughout the whole ordeal, only Xu Ruolin remained silent.
"She is quite smart... much smarter than that idiot," Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath, suppressing the continuously churning vitality within his body.
"Wait!"
As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped.
"Let me correct you all on one thing." Fang Zhiyi smiled as he looked at them. The dim-witted female cultivator was still glaring at him with a face full of defiance.
"I did not collude with demonic cultivators, because... I can also be a demonic cultivator."
"Master! You heard him, he admitted it himself that he is a demonic cultivator!" the female cultivator exclaimed in excitement.
But to her surprise, apart from her, no one else dared to speak. Instead, several Law Enforcement Hall disciples who had been watching like tigers glaring at their prey scolded her, "What demonic cultivator! How could Junior Brother Fang be a demonic cultivator! I think you are the one colluding with demonic cultivators!"
"Elder Lin! Say something! Aren't you sword cultivators the most intolerant of evil?" the female cultivator began to panic.
Elder Lin was exactly the sword cultivator elder from before. He looked at this female cultivator, wishing he could slap her a few times in his heart. You idiot, can't you read the situation right now? If this madman Fang Zhiyi wanted to, he could absolutely slaughter them all! Moreover, the cultivation world has always respected strength above all. The Sect Master was refusing to make a move now, which meant he definitely had his eyes on Fang Zhiyi's cultivation method. For a cultivator, what could be more important than ascension?
"I think you have suffered from qi deviation! Sect Master, I believe we should cripple her cultivation base and expel her from the sect!"
"What did you say! You old thing! Don't you always say you like me on normal days? Don't you want to be my Dao companion anymore?"
Fang Zhiyi perked up his ears. To think there was actually gossip to enjoy here?
"Nonsense! Drag her down immediately! Cripple her cultivation base!" Elder Lin was clearly a bit flustered. He then squeezed out a smile and looked at Fang Zhiyi. "Um... do you think this is appropriate?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
"It's acceptable... Oh right, I think these few can also be expelled from the sect together with her." He pointed at the Sect Master's other personal disciples. The Sect Master's expression changed. "Fang Zhiyi, well... they haven't offended you..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him with some amusement. "Of course they haven't, but I just find them an eyesore. Is that okay?"
"Okay!" the Sect Master gritted his teeth. "However, your Eldest Senior Sister has never offended you. She can stay, right?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Of course she can."
The Sect Master breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Ruolin could be said to be his number one seed disciple. If she could stay, that would naturally be for the best. He had even entertained the thought of making a move just now.
But Fang Zhiyi's next action terrified everyone into a stupor.
The sudden, miserable shriek of the continuously silent Xu Ruolin startled even Little Hei.
"No way, have you really gone mad?"
Fang Zhiyi directly snapped Xu Ruolin's arm.
The elders and the Sect Master watched helplessly.
"So noisy." Fang Zhiyi turned his head again and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
Another miserable shriek rang out; both of Xu Ruolin's arms were broken.
"You!" The Sect Master pointed at Fang Zhiyi. "They only verbally slandered you, and I have already ordered people to cripple their cultivation bases and expel them from the sect. Ruolin has never offended you, yet you actually..."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him impatiently, looked around, and then suddenly sneered.
"So it turns out to be nothing more than this. You kept saying you loved her to death, but watching your sweetheart being tortured, you don't even dare to let out a fart?"
These seemingly baseless words left everyone baffled.
Only Xu Ruolin, whose face was filled with agony, seemed to have thought of something and looked at Fang Zhiyi with absolute terror.
Immediately after, a figure suddenly darted out from the crowd. The person's form gradually transformed in mid-air, and monstrous black energy almost completely enveloped the surroundings.
"Let her go! I, Ning Xiaoyao, will not rest until either you or I are dead!"
The crowd was even more shocked. Ning Xiaoyao? When did Demon Venerable Ning Xiaoyao arrive?
"She kept quiet the whole time, she was probably communicating with you, right? You keep claiming I colluded with demonic cultivators, but who would have known that the radiant Eldest Senior Sister of the Thousand Spirits Sect is the one actually colluding with demonic cultivators."
"Ruolin? You..." The Sect Master's mind was in complete chaos.
The current scene was also chaotic. Many people looked at Ning Xiaoyao warily, but some also looked at Fang Zhiyi in horror. Today was truly a bit too thrilling, so thrilling that they couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Ning Xiaoyao had no eyes for anyone else; he only looked with deep concern at Xu Ruolin, who was being held by her hair. He then gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Zhiyi. "Let her go! Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? You'll go on a killing spree? Suit yourself." Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.
Ning Xiaoyao waved his hand, and a black banner appeared in his grasp. Countless streams of black mist surged out from the banner, rapidly condensing into ferocious evil spirits that circled him, occasionally letting out mournful, shrill shrieks.
Fang Zhiyi snorted disdainfully. He suddenly clamped a hand onto the back of Xu Ruolin's neck, and with a violent pull, Xu Ruolin's spine was ripped straight out!
This bloody scene left everyone present dumbfounded.
Ning Xiaoyao was just getting ready to spit out some harsh words, but he never expected that this opponent wouldn't give him the chance to speak at all!
Fang Zhiyi tossed aside Xu Ruolin's lifeless body, then casually grabbed at the air, snatching Xu Ruolin's primordial spirit into his grip.
"Bastard! You actually... killed my beloved! This Venerable will have your entire Thousand Spirits Sect buried with her! This Venerable..." Halfway through his threats, Ning Xiaoyao received a slap to the face. His floating body smashed straight into the ground, and the banner in his hand was snatched away by Fang Zhiyi.
"Did you cultivate just to talk tough?" Fang Zhiyi spat downward.
Ning Xiaoyao shot up from the ground. "You bastard!" An immensely powerful aura erupted from his body.
The others all backed away. The Sect Master was scheming in his heart, planning to let these two Void Refinement realm demonic cultivators fight to the death before seizing the opportunity to strike. He merely gave a meaningful look to the other elders, and they understood, retreating one after another.
Fang Zhiyi sneered. He simply bent his knee and smashed the stolen banner horizontally against it. With two consecutive strikes, he forcefully snapped the demonic artifact in half. The black vengeful spirits trapped within the banner scattered and fled, some even lunging at the Thousand Spirits Sect disciples below!
"You destroyed my demonic artifact!" Ning Xiaoyao's nose was twisted in anger.
"No, did you forget I just killed your wife?"
"You damn bug!"
"Fight, fight, fight to the death!" The Sect Master was somewhat thrilled. Thinking about how he could soon reap the benefits of their conflict and even interrogate Fang Zhiyi for his wicked cultivation method, he could hardly contain his excitement. As for his eldest disciple? Dead was dead.
However, Ning Xiaoyao's fierce offensive was abruptly blocked by Fang Zhiyi.
"Void Refinement realm? I've killed several."
"You, you..." Ning Xiaoyao's eyes widened, his handsome face written all over with astonishment.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
