Zhang Yuxian fully unleashed his Dharma Avatar, its overwhelming pressure blanketing the sky.
Lu Ze, however, faced him in a leisurely manner. He seemed completely unaffected, which surprised Zhang Yuxian a little.
A bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens. The ferocious Buddha avatar behind Zhang Yuxian slowly dissipated, and the tension in the area finally eased slightly.
"Elder Zhang, you must not speak nonsense."
Zhao Wendao looked at Zhang Yuxian with dissatisfaction, his tone already turning somewhat hostile.
"Lu Ze is a true disciple of my Lingxiao Sect. His reputation is the reputation of our Lingxiao Sect... Are you actually slandering him by saying he has fallen to the demonic path!?"
Hearing this, Lu Ze could not help but curl his lips.
Reputation...
He had lost that a long time ago.
"A disciple of your Lingxiao Sect is actually trying to exonerate a demonic cultivator. What crime should this be considered?"
Zhang Yuxian was unrelenting, seizing upon Lu Ze's words about wanting to let that demonic cultivator go. Even when facing Zhao Wendao, he did not back down in the slightest.
"..."
Zhao Wendao paused.
Whether it was Zhong Yi or Lu Ze, both were his precious disciples.
With two of them speaking up for that demonic cultivator in succession, there was likely a hidden truth to this matter. Those street rumors were very likely not unfounded.
But sitting in the position of Great Elder, there were indeed some matters that were difficult for him to interfere with.
"Although this request is unreasonable... it is, after all, the reward for the first place. Delaying this matter slightly to interrogate him before execution is not completely out of the question."
"No."
Zhang Yuxian sneered and shook his head.
With a wave of his large hand, the massive array in the center of the Demon Execution Platform lit up.
The next moment,
the young demonic cultivator known as Master Qing, along with the mortal girl with a dirty face, were teleported directly here from the depths of the dungeon.
"Demonic cultivators..."
"Must die!"
Zhang Yuxian roared furiously.
Under the despairing gazes of the young man and the girl, Zhang Yuxian's ferocious Buddha avatar appeared once again.
Purple lightning surged at Zhao Wendao's fingertips.
After a moment of hesitation, he extinguished the purple lightning and turned his back with a complex expression...
...
...
At the borders of the Great Qian Kingdom, deep within the Sunset Immortal Valley.
A scruffy, burly male cultivator had just exited the illusion realm, exhaling a breath of impure qi with a complicated mood.
Qin Ming had just lent his spiritual energy to three strangers, his fellow cultivators, helping them to slay Shi Dan and save Su Di'er.
Recalling everything he had experienced in the illusion realm, he could not help but rub his eyes.
"Illusion realms, illusion realms... I always heard Old Huang babbling about this stuff, but I never expected it to be so profound and mysterious!"
After muttering to himself for a bit, he entered the illusion realm again and opened the forum section for This Demonic Cultivator is Not Too Cold.
Players were still tirelessly and enthusiastically discussing everything related to the illusion realm.
[Let me show everyone the paper crane my Su Di'er folded for me.]
[Fellow Daoists, let us share a thousand ways to torture Shi Dan.]
[Just cleared it, feeling complicated... I plan to start over. This time, I will never let Su Di'er temper her body and step onto the path of cultivation...]
[How is the illusion realm ranking? Can I get first place?]
...
After briefly skimming through a few posts and sharing his own thoughts, Qin Ming made another post:
[Are there any other fellow Daoists who need to borrow spiritual energy? Leave your names quickly.]
As soon as the post went up, someone quickly responded.
[Holy crap! Which number is this? Can you hold up, fellow Daoist!?]
[This is the fourth one, right... You are way too fierce, fellow Daoist! Will your spiritual energy not be overdrawn?]
[Immortal Qinming... Your Excellency could not actually be an immortal, right?]
[Me, me! Big boss, help me!!]
...
Immortal Qinming was Qin Ming's screen name.
Originally, he wanted to use his Daoist title, Daoist Qingming, but unfortunately, that name had already been taken, so he casually used a homophone.
As for his spiritual energy being overdrawn...
Merely sharing a bit of Golden Core realm spiritual energy was easier for him than breathing for an ordinary person.
Just as Qin Ming was about to help the fourth netizen, a highlighted post was suddenly pushed in front of him:
[The Past and Present Lives of Su Di'er: Will She Also Lose Her Li Ang?]
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
