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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 47: Evil Approaches the Gallbladder (Second Update)

Pu Gang Farm.

Yu Duanchong stood inside the pigsty, his eyes dull and lifeless as he stared at the corpses of pigs scattered all over the ground, looking like a walking corpse who had lost all vitality.

Batch after batch of workers inspected each pig pen in an attempt to find any pigs that had miraculously survived, only to be met with disappointment time and again.

There were also scientists in white coats, wearing masks, conducting autopsies on the bodies, searching for the cause of the swine fever outbreak.

On the open ground of the farm, piles of pig carcasses formed small hills, a sight that was shocking to behold.

"It's all over, all gone."

Yu Duanchong muttered to himself, watching the pig farming empire he had built collapse at an unimaginable speed. He struggled to breathe, his chest writhed with pain; he had severe heart disease, which was now triggered by the stress.

"Boss!"