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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 94: Corpse Hand Man Slaughter (Third Update)

Ghost Ridge Palace!

In the dark forest under the night sky, everything was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight piercing through dense leaves to illuminate some areas.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the leaves to rustle loudly, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

A demon cultivator, his chest soaked in blood and already severely injured, was staggering as he fled.

"No, I don't want to die here."

Yin Wenwen clutched her chest, where a through-and-through bullet wound was visible, faintly revealing the beating heart inside.

If it weren't for her having seventh-level cultivation in the Yunling Realm and having swallowed a mid-grade elixir to hang onto a breath of life, she wouldn't have possibly made it here with such injuries.

Suddenly, Yin Wenwen saw a faint flicker of firelight ahead, as if there was a bonfire burning.

"Someone's there, friend or foe..."

Yin Wenwen was still hesitating when she suddenly heard noise from behind her.