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Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Jade Brocade Sword · Oriental
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Chapter 175: Lantern Ghost (Fourth Update)

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Three days passed in a flash.

In a densely populated residential area of East Victory City, flanked by high walls covered in moss, corpses lay strewn about—some dismembered, some with their innards hollowed out, some twisted into spirals by iron wire—showing various manners of death, all emitting waves of foul stench.

These were all ordinary civilians who had fallen victim to fierce ghosts, and now, the winding, dark, and damp alleys were almost entirely devoid of the living.

Only the smell of rot wafted to one's nose, and all around was quiet, subdued, gloomy, and dangerous.

"Let me see you run now, let me see you scratch me."

Suddenly, the silence of the alley was shattered by shouts.

A battle was erupting here.

Ning Xinyue wielded the Vajra Bracelet like a brick, riding atop a white-clothed female ghost and thumping it on the head, scattering the third-grade fierce ghost's soul.