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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 209: Out of Trouble (Three more updates of ten thousand words each, asking for monthly passes)

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The soil around him rose up, layer upon layer of grave dirt piling on, beginning at Jill's legs and gradually covering him.

Jill's pupils dilated, clearly the almighty Lord could not ensure his safety.

Soon, the grave dirt had buried him up to his neck. In his last field of vision, Jill saw evil spirits, one after another, slowly approaching from all around the base.

Some had horns on their heads, others had eyes as red as blood, some had long hair that trailed to the ground, and some held lanterns, funeral banners, or urns—each emitted a chilling aura.

With their steps came murmurs, howls, and whispers. The air filled with a suffocating coldness.

The night deepened, and in the very last moment, Jill was terrified to see a dragon and phoenix flower sedan chair drifting towards him, which was his final consciousness.

Because the grave dirt had completely buried him, turning him into a solitary grave, forever left within this base.

...

Inside the base.