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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 98: The Death of the Divine Body (Third Update)

"You... despicable..."

Pointing at Su Jie, Du Shaochang's pupils dilated, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something more, but his body no longer allowed him to do so.

Before he could finish a complete sentence, the last vestige of life in his body dissipated, his life force severed, like a wing-clipped eagle plummeting from the sky to the ground.

"Despicable, eh! For a demon cultivator, that should be considered a compliment."

A slight curve formed on Su Jie's lips as the swarm of insects carried Du Shaochang's corpse towards him.

"No!"

Having witnessed Du Shaochang's fall, Mo Shiyao's clear eyes stared blankly ahead, her body completely still, tears already blurring her vision.

"Return Brother Du to me."

After snapping back to reality, Mo Shiyao embraced her ancient zither and began strumming with both hands, sending out mysterious heavenly sounds that transformed into divine weapons, attempting to retrieve Du Shaochang's body.