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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!"

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Chapter 71: Tracking

The cold wind whistled sharply as several figures darted rapidly through the mountain forest, startling a flock of birds into flight.

It was a team of three men and one woman.

"Senior Brother Zhang, we're almost at my home. Let's go find my father and ask about the situation first," said a tall man who spoke up. He was dressed in a robe adorned with patterns of purple mist and floating clouds, a garment that would be recognized by any Jianghu person as the attire of a Purple Mist Sect disciple.

His name was Chu Pu, the third son of Chu Xuntan. He had joined the Purple Mist Sect at the age of fifteen and had now been promoted to an Outer Disciple with cultivation at the Third Level of Yunling Realm.

The other three who traveled with him were entirely different.