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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 206: If Kou Can Go, So Can I! (Third Update)

Mexico border.

Adjacent to the Beautiful Country, the terrain here featured sparse vegetation with the earth showing hues of yellow and brown, gullies and woodlands resembling the wrinkles of an elderly man.

A gust of wind blew, lifting dust and sand into the sky.

Amidst the swirling dust, a building encompassing over a dozen acres stood resilient against the sandy storm.

This was a border checkpoint of the Beautiful Country, surrounded by a multitude of ragged individuals who roamed aimlessly like soulless husks, utterly devoid of vitality.

Due to the border wall and wire fencing, a significant number of illegal immigrants lingered here every day.

These illegal immigrants hoped to infiltrate the Beautiful Country by any means, to breathe in the air of freedom and sweetness.

Unfortunately, the border wall cut off their passage, and now they could only wander on the Mexican side, constantly devising ways to sneak across.