Even a great opportunity for a new lease on life may not be the one you want

For a Golden Core cultivator, crushing a head was like crushing a block of tofu.

The only difference was the color.

Those terrified eyes were exposed, only to be covered by blood the next moment.

Gao Fang simply flicked his hand, marking the final period on the life of this "beloved disciple."

Looking at the limp, ownerless body, Gao Fang's heart was so calm that not a single ripple could be found.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered his first time killing someone. Back then, he had been so nervous he could not even speak a word, feeling only a terrifying trembling in his hands.

Gao Fang also suddenly could not recall exactly when he had become an evil cultivator.

"Evil cultivator" had always been a broad definition. Killing one or two innocent people might prompt someone to step up for justice, but the title of an evil cultivator would still be far away.

Fighting other cultivators for cultivation resources and spirit stones, resorting to any means necessary, would not necessarily earn one the title of an evil cultivator either. After all, such things were considered commonplace.

Killing mortals to refine their blood qi.

Perhaps it was intolerable to common sense, but as long as one found a way to make them "willing," they might not be labeled an evil cultivator.

Gao Fang turned around, his steps slightly staggering as he walked down.

Perhaps it was when, for a treasure he once deemed incredibly precious, he schemed to kill a good friend with whom he used to drink and chat happily.

Or perhaps it was when he grew tired of covering his tracks after doing something, having to pretend to be innocent when he was the culprit.

Tired of clearly being in the darkness, yet still putting on a show of desperately longing for justice and goodness.

Or perhaps...

When there was no longer anyone by his side that he could care about, and no one he could trust.

The dirty deeds done by his hands would not be washed clean by water, but would flow straight into his heart.

Those who hid in the dark saw evil in everyone they met.

Doing every bad deed imaginable, being entirely alone with no one to rely on—perhaps that was what it meant to be an evil cultivator.

Thinking of this, Gao Fang suddenly grinned.

He walked to a cliff, formed a hand seal, and then directly leaped down.

A few streaks of spiritual light flickered, and his figure landed steadily.

A faint spiritual light illuminated this rather small space.

Two bodies, appearing as if they were not dead but living humans, were placed within an array ritual on the right side.

One body belonged to an exquisitely beautiful woman. Her face bore delicate makeup, and even though her eyes were tightly shut, one could still sense a feeling of frailty from her. She wore a luxurious long robe and dress, her demeanor tranquil.

The other was an extremely handsome man, wearing the long white sleeves of a Confucian scholar. A faint, gentle smile lingered on his face, giving him the appearance of an upright gentleman.

Aside from them, sitting in the center of this space was a skinny, skeletal, and white-haired old man. His shriveled fingers were pinching a hand seal, and his eyes were tightly shut.

Gao Fang walked with light steps to the old man, his eyes unable to hide the look of disgust as he gazed at this dilapidated body.

Even though this body was the one that truly belonged to him.

But this body had taken too many wrong paths. Because of his rush to break through realms, his foundation was unstable. His originally poor spiritual root aptitude was dragged down even further by this, preventing him from going any further.

Furthermore, in his haste to climb the realms and keep up with those heaven-chosen geniuses, he had consumed too many pills with side effects.

With decaying aura and realm limitations...

This body was already trapped at the late stage of the Golden Core realm. The Nascent Soul realm had become like the moon in a dream, visible but unattainable.

Gao Fang's expression was somewhat sorrowful. He raised the arm of the young body he was currently controlling; that slightly tender arm represented endless new life and boundless heights.

Excellent spiritual roots, outstanding talent.

Breaking through realms was as easy as flipping a hand, and his appearance was also striking.

Despite not receiving much careful cultivation, he had still broken through to the Golden Core realm.

If he had been born with this body, how could he have ended up a loner and an evil cultivator?

At the very least, he would have been surrounded by admirers, a proud child of heaven feared by countless cultivators.

Perhaps then, he would have had countless beautiful confidantes by his side, and numerous loyal brothers.

Gao Fang took a deep breath, hastily suppressing the urge to tear this body apart out of jealousy.

Jealousy ruined things, and he had ruined many things because of it.

Gao Fang constantly chanted in his mind: this body is already mine.

Only then did he alleviate much of the killing intent in his heart.

Gao Fang stepped toward the array ritual on the side.

Before the problem with his divine soul was completely resolved, these "seeds" he left behind needed stable nourishment so that their bodies would not collapse, allowing them to withstand the flow of spiritual energy during combat.

Furthermore, those faint remnants of souls still lingering within the bodies also needed to rest, otherwise the bodies would completely break down.

Although the spell technique was strong.

Its restrictions were simply too many.

For example, he could not control a body with a cultivation base higher than his own.

He could not control them for long periods, or his own divine soul would not be able to bear it.

The most unfortunate thing was that even though these bodies had outstanding talent, their cultivation could never exceed his own.

Golden Core realm... Golden Core realm...

Gao Fang manipulated the youth's body to sit cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes.

A moment later.

When Gao Fang opened his eyes again, what he saw were the skinny and senile fingers on his own hands.

"With my level of talent... yet I am trapped by my innate aptitude."

A dry, hoarse voice echoed in this space.

Gao Fang slightly raised his head, his tone filled with unwillingness:

"Even Mahayana cultivators have not fully understood the matter of soul swapping. I fear this path can only remain a fantasy."

"Pitiful me, knowing full well it was fake, yet still believing that those demons possessed a soul-swapping technique, a so-called secret art of the demon realm..."

Gao Fang paused, looking at the Confucian scholar's body as he said:

"Sun Zhong, why do you think the Evil Spirit Cult took an interest in that pillar of light?"

The body remained motionless.

Yet Gao Fang's face showed sudden realization. "Not bad, not bad! As expected of my beloved disciple, your analysis is absolutely correct!"

"It must be that the Evil Spirit Cult understands its profound mysteries, and its value far exceeds ten thousand spirit stones."

"It definitely involves a soul secret manual. If the Evil Spirit Cult unravels its mysteries, I will also get a share."

"With my intellect, I will certainly be able to see through the profound mysteries and master the art of reshaping my true soul body."

"By then... I will no longer be..."

Gao Fang's voice squeezed out from his throat:

"No longer be Gao Fang!"

Gao Fang then immediately burst into loud laughter. Next, he cast a sidelong glance at the stunningly beautiful woman's body and said:

"That's right! Liuyue's words deeply resonate with my heart... At that time, you and I will definitely be able to master the Great Dao of Yin and Yang! After all, your body is my body..."

Gao Fang's hoarse laughter continued endlessly.

It was clearly dead silent in his ears.

Yet in his heart, there were thousands of words.

Having been an evil cultivator for who knows how many years, who wouldn't be tainted with a bit of madness?

There was neither moon nor light in the space. After an unknown amount of time.

The smile on Gao Fang's face suddenly returned to normal. A surge of excitement appeared on his face, turning it slightly flushed.

He muttered to himself, "It's coming, it's coming!"

Gao Fang formed a hand seal with both hands, his gaze once again looking toward the cross-legged youth's body with closed eyes.

As long as a few more days pass.

Wait for those people from the Evil Spirit Cult to figure it out.

This body that he desired to the extreme would completely become his own!

Gao Fang closed his eyes and opened them again, and the youth's arm, as smooth as white jade, entered his sight.

The youth stood up, wearing a sickly smile and carrying anticipation as he walked outside.

With my peerless talent, even the Heavens could not bear to let it end here.

This must be...

A heaven-ordained destiny.

A supreme fortune to be reborn anew!