Demoness: Your Cultivation Has Become Stronger

The sun shone brightly in the courtyard, and purple energy emitted in wisps.

The blood on the ground dried bit by bit.

Jiang Hao, who had fallen to the ground weakly, finally stood up.

He sat down cross-legged again.

He realized that his hands were bruised from the light fall.

It reminded him of his childhood.

When he was young, he chopped firewood. He would always injure himself.

However, he would also recover very quickly.

This time, he did not just injure easily, but it was also hard for him to heal.

For a moment, his memory returned to his childhood.

His stepmother once dragged him to the backyard and yelled at him that everyone had to contribute to the family if they wanted to live together. He was assigned to chop the firewood.

Then, he thought of the day he was sold to the demonic sect. His stepmother had been the one who accepted the money and returned home.