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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 · 東方
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328 Chs

Chapter 100: Aftermath (Fifth Update)

Atop the Sky Dome Floating Magic Boat.

The atmosphere in the grand hall was unusually heavy, like the oppressive calm before a storm, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

Zhuang Liangru sat upright in his chair, his face clouded over with dark fury, a rage that seemed impossible to suppress, and deep in his eyes was a trace of sorrow that couldn't be wiped away.

Next to him sat the master of Miao Yin Temple, Si Xin Ying, also seated here. Even with a veil covering her face, it was evident that her complexion was very poor.

"Yao'er, you've disappointed your teacher greatly,"

Si Xin Ying said with a sigh, looking at the disciple kneeling before her.

"Master, Elder Zhuang, it's my fault for not saving Brother Du. It's all my fault."

Mo Shiyao's tears had already streaked her beautiful face, and she knelt on the ground, sobbing non-stop.