I'm Just a Game Developer

Zhang Yuxian's heart sank. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what methods Lu Ze had used to find a rescuer of such caliber.

Who was the other party?

Daoist Qingming, a master at the Body Integration stage who had been secluded from the world for many years!

Unless someone of a sect master's level took action, no one could do anything against him.

The palm print on his cheek was still burning with pain. Zhang Yuxian forced an ugly smile:

"Everything will be as Senior says... This little girl is not of the demonic path, she is just ignorant. I never truly intended to harm her..."

Then, he looked at the young demonic cultivator behind the girl and said:

"As for him..."

Hearing this, the girl panicked and once again shielded the young man behind her: "Master Qing is not a bad person, you cannot kill him!"

"Senior Daoist Qingming, I'm afraid you have been deceived by villains... This boy is a pure demonic cultivator. If you were to shelter even a demonic cultivator, I am afraid that if word gets out..."

Zhang Yuxian feigned a look of bitter heartache.

Looking at the pleading gaze in the girl's tearful eyes, Qin Ming couldn't help but frown.

This man called "Master Qing" was presumably the prototype for Li Ang.

If his circumstances were truly like those in the illusion, he would naturally step in to save him.

However, was there really a demonic cultivator who, like Li Ang, bore the blood of the demonic path yet walked the righteous path?

If it was truly as Zhang Yuxian said,

Then the person who made the post had ulterior motives, using him to save a demonic cultivator burdened with blood debts and sins. Wouldn't that be the biggest joke in the world?

He wanted to intervene, but he couldn't do so blindly.

He had to investigate clearly first.

"Immortal Master... It is enough that you take Lin Huan away! I'll just give them my worthless life!"

The young man roared through gritted teeth.

"Brat, you've got some guts."

Qin Ming smiled and shook his head, then waved his large hand, drawing a formation in thin air.

"I will extract the entirety of your memory essence and reveal it to the public. If there is even the slightest trace of sin, I will kill you myself... How about it?"

"Why not!"

"Good."

Qin Ming nodded, then clenched his fist and pulled outward.

The memories were woven into images by a spell, flying out from the young man's head and into the air.

The young man's life was then watched by countless people.

Snatched away by demonic cultivators while still in his swaddling clothes, his bloodline altered;

Since childhood, he and countless other boys and girls with similar experiences had honed their killing skills against one another;

Going through untold hardships to escape the demonic sect, surviving near-death experiences to travel far to another continent;

Originally living incognito in the deep mountains and old forests, he accidentally stumbled upon a group of "righteous" cultivators bullying the weak and wiping out an entire family.

He saved the girl, killed the righteous cultivators, and from then on began to live together with the orphaned girl...

...

As for the subsequent events, although they were somewhat different from the story of "This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold", the character settings of the young man and the girl matched perfectly.

The memory images flashed by rapidly, causing many people below the stage to frown as they watched.

"This little girl is right, this boy doesn't seem to have done any evil deeds!"

"Is there really such a demonic cultivator who doesn't commit demonic acts!?"

"It's just a pity that the righteous and demonic paths are different..."

"If this is the case, it's not like he absolutely must be killed..."

...

Standing on the stage, Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Not only because he hadn't been deceived and the story of "This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold" was considered true;

But also because when he was extracting the memories just now, he had secretly checked and found that the boy hadn't taken any liberties.

'Thank goodness, the fine cabbage hasn't been rooted up by the pig...'

Qin Ming unconsciously adopted the mindset of an old father.

Of course, from the memories, he could clearly see that the other party felt ashamed of his identity as a demonic cultivator and didn't dare to confess his feelings, always acting as a brother to her.

Su Di'er matched up.

Li Ang matched up too.

Since that was the case, Qin Ming had no reason left not to save them.

He patted the top of the young man's head, and a surge of vast righteous energy fiercely suppressed all the demonic aura on his body.

"You are only at the Foundation Establishment stage, there is still time. Come back with me, and I will help you reshape your bloodline... However, it will be very painful, and you must hold on."

Hearing this, the girl and the young man looked at each other and smiled, kneeling and kowtowing in pleasant surprise: "Thank you, Immortal Master!!"

Zhao Wendao flashed behind Lu Ze with a face full of suspicion.

"What kind of earth-shattering thing did you do, kid... Not to mention inviting an expert like this, you even got him to reshape someone's bloodline?"

Zhao Wendao's heart was completely shocked.

Reshaping a bloodline and guiding a demonic cultivator onto the righteous path,

Although it could be done, the energy required was absolutely immense!

Even for a Body Integration stage master, it would consume a significant amount of effort, so no one had ever tried it!

Lu Ze blinked, feigning innocence:

"How should I know? I'm just a game developer..."

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