Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

"Su Jie, this time you will go ahead on behalf of our Guiling Palace to learn about the current situation at Tianhunmen."

In front of the mountain gate of Guiling Palace, Zhang Junwei gave Su Jie instructions with a serious expression.

"Take this with you. It might save your life at a critical moment."

Taoist Qiu came up and handed Su Jie a colorful snake poison. This snake poison was cultivated by Taoist Qiu himself. It was a special kind of poison that could heal injuries very quickly.

"Master, I will not bring shame to the reputation of our Guiling Palace."

Su Jie nodded heavily and put the things away.

After being promoted to the Daotai realm, Su Jie returned to Guiling Palace and was notified immediately that he would be the first group of people from Guiling Palace to rush to support Tianhun Sect. As the leading elder, he would command the other three accompanying elders, 32 inner disciples, and more than 1500 outer disciples.

"Don't just act recklessly. If you are surrounded by the righteous, run away as soon as possible. The righteous people like to resort to group fights the most."

Zhang Junwei patted Su Jie on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"If you encounter a Daotai realm, don't hesitate, just run."

Taoist Qiu added and emphasized that Su Jie's identity was very sensitive. As a demon immortal, if a Taoist master of the righteous path met him, he would definitely not be merciful and would kill him in advance.

Su Jie did not reveal his cultivation level of the first level of Daotai Realm. As long as Su Jie did not reveal it actively, even Zhang Junwei, who was at the Daotai Realm, would not be able to see through it.

"There's nothing to be afraid of about righteous people. They all have a head and two arms. Of course, if I can't beat them, I will run away."

Su Jie responded with a smile.

"Just prepare yourself mentally, go ahead."

Zhang Junwei didn't say anything more. They were all powerful people in the Secret Treasure Realm. He was just worried that Su Jie had too little experience in the martial arts world.

Su Jie bid farewell to Taoist Qiu and returned to the Xiaoqian Flying Boat.

"set sail."

As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, Zhu Changqi called upon many Puppet Hall disciples to start the Flying Boat.

The huge Dharma ship soared straight up into the sky, carrying thousands of disciples, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

There are hundreds of disciples of the Puppet Sect on the magic ship. This time, Su Jie went out with the Thousand Hands magic ship. Such a large magic ship needs disciples from the Puppet Hall to control and maintain it. And if it is damaged in the battle, a group of engineers including disciples from the Puppet Hall can also carry out repairs and maintenance anytime and anywhere.

Nanyang City, the headquarters of Tianhunmen.

In a city hundreds of miles away from Nanyang City, a battle is taking place.

There was a loud bang, and several houses collapsed. A figure fled in a panic and was about to fly away.

In mid-air, a young girl slowly fell down. Her skin was as delicate as cream and had a faint luster, just like frost and snow under the moonlight, cool and otherworldly.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance. Her posture was elegant and mysterious, like a woman walking out of a painting.

This is Mo Siyao, a disciple of Miaoyin Temple. In the past, her cultivation level was only at the tenth level of Yunling Realm, but now she has completed the breakthrough from Yunling Realm to Mizang Realm and has reached the first level of Mizang Realm.

Seeing that the man was about to flee, Mo Shiyao stretched out her jade hand and shouted softly: "Tianyin - Fenghuo Lianblade."

The void trembled, and red sharp blades gathered and pinned the fleeing man to the ground.

Ugh!

The man's face was in pain, his skin was festering, and a ferocious ghost with bright red muscles crawled out of it, leaving only a layer of human skin on the ground.

The man was an elder of the Tianhun Sect who had gone out to gather information, but he did not expect to be discovered outside and encountered a group of talented disciples from the righteous path, and was beaten up.

"The scum of the Heavenly Soul Sect, where are you going to escape?"

Another loud shout was heard from the sky, and a man with an imposing appearance stepped on the white waves, holding a trident. The roaring waves turned into a water dragon, binding the man inside and making him unable to move.

Yuwen Jing from Guanchao Pavilion is very powerful, and his strength has also been promoted to the secret storage realm.

"Amitabha! You have sinned so much, why bother struggling so hard? Why don't you return to my Lingfa Temple? I will recite sutras for you every day to wash away your sins, so that you can start a new life."

A man and a woman appeared in the sky again. The man was a young monk in simple clothes, barefoot, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a scripture in the other, dressed like an ascetic.

The woman was a young nun with a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were long and powerful, like two golden swords. She was wearing a plain white monk's robe, which was simple but revealed a solemn beauty.

The two people are He Wenfeng from Jingzhou Lingfa Temple and Jiang Lin from Jingyu Temple, both of whom have reached the Secret Treasure Realm.

"Bah, you guys are a bunch of hypocritical bald donkeys. You want to tame me. I will never give you any advantage even if I die."

The elder of Tianhun Sect yelled angrily and struggled to make a desperate fight.

"Humph, you demon cultivators really don't know what's good for you. Since you want to die, I, the Taoist priest, will grant your wish."

A ray of cold light fell from the sky and transformed into hundreds of flying swords, cutting the body of the Tianhun Sect elder into pieces, and even the sixth-grade evil spirit that possessed him was killed.

The next moment, the flying swords in the sky merged into each other, and a young man with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes and a fierce aura appeared on the scene. He was Zhang Xinming from the Qingzhou Wanjian League.

The Wanjian League is a sect that focuses on sword cultivation. Sword cultivation has always been famous for its strong offensive power. Zhang Xinming is the strongest disciple of the Wanjian League in the current era and also a righteous immortal seedling. At a young age, he has comprehended the profound sword intent and has a soul at the level of a god.

The elder of Tianhun Sect was dead, and a group of ghosts he left behind were still wreaking havoc on the streets, but there were still many talented disciples from the righteous path nearby. They all took action, and soon cleared the danger.

The group landed on the ground. Yuwen Jing picked up the storage bag left by the elder of Tianhun Sect and chuckled, "You are quite rich. We will split it up later."

"I don't know how many people have been harmed by this money that was plundered from them."

Jiang Lin shook her head and spoke calmly.

"Amitabha!"

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, with a look of compassion on his face, and was reciting the Sutra of Salvation to save the souls of the dead.

"Such an evil heretic deserves death, why bother trying to save his soul?"

Zhang Xinming snorted coldly, unable to bear it.

"The Buddha said that all beings are equal. He just took the wrong path. We should treat every life equally. After reincarnation, it is not impossible to be a good person in the next life."

He Wenfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he only spoke in response after he finished chanting for the salvation of souls.

"Everyone, we have received a notice from our master that most of the Tianhun Sect's forces have been concentrated in Nanyang City. There are still some remaining demon cultivators on the outskirts. We are responsible for cleaning them up." Yuwen Jing took out a map, spread it out and said.

On the map, in addition to the core city of Nanyang, the nearby cities and villages were also occupied by the Tianhun Sect as the production base of fear resources.

The righteous joint team formed by Guanchao Pavilion is approaching Nanyang City in an orderly manner. These outer cities are left to the disciples to clean up, which can also serve as a training for the disciples and increase their practical experience.

"Brother Zhang, I think we should clean up from here first..."

Yu Wenjing raised his head, but saw Zhang Xinming chatting and laughing with Mo Shiyao, and she was not listening to what he said at all.

"Brother Zhang, how did you become so strong in swordsmanship? Can you teach me when you have time?"

Mo Shiyao spoke to Zhang Xinming with a faint smile.

"Are you interested in kendo?"

Zhang Xinming raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yes, the way of the sword is extremely powerful, especially when dealing with demonic cultivators. I think it won't hurt to learn more."

Mo Shiyao smiled, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone: "Senior Brother Zhang, I really want to learn. I don't need your sect's secret sword techniques, just some basic sword techniques will be enough."

Seeing this scene, Yuwen Jing's mouth twitched slightly. The most beautiful female cultivator of the younger generation in Qingzhou wanted to find a Taoist partner again.

Yuwen Jing had an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart, because every time Mo Shiyao found a man, he would die a violent death not long after. First it was Du Shaochang, then Qi Shijian, and even Wei Ji, the immortal seedling, none of them escaped the murderous hands, and they all died at the hands of the same person.

Sometimes Yuwen Jing couldn't help but wonder if Mo Shiyao had some kind of husband-killing physique, and whoever she picked on would die!

Fortunately, Mo Shiyao didn't know what Yu Wenjing was thinking at this time, otherwise she would have turned against him.

"If I have time, I will teach you. I'm just afraid you won't be able to learn it."

Zhang Xinming agreed. He felt extremely happy to have such a beauty like Mo Shiyao fall in love with him.

"With Senior Brother Zhang as my mentor, if I can't even learn this, then no one in this world can teach me the way of the sword."

Mo Shiyao let out a crisp laugh and looked at Zhang Xinming with a gleam in her eyes. His sword skills were too handsome. Coupled with Zhang Xinming's identity as a fairy seedling, Mo Shiyao's heart was beating fast.

"I heard that there is also an immortal seedling in the magic path of Qingzhou, his name is Su Jie. Is he very powerful?"

When talking about the topic of fairy seedlings, Jiang Lin suddenly interrupted.

Upon hearing this name, Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao both looked unhappy.

Because among the younger generation of righteous people in Qingzhou, the two words "Su Jie" are a kind of taboo. Ever since Wei Ji died at the hands of Su Jie, Su Jie has become a synonym for the younger generation in Qingzhou, suppressing countless talented cultivators in Qingzhou and making them unable to raise their heads.

"Yes, that devil was extremely terrifying. Wei Ji died at his hands."

Yuwen Jing was honestly aware of Wei Ji's strength, but even so, Wei Ji was killed by Su Jie, which further highlighted Su Jie's strength. Although Yuwen Jing was one of the top geniuses in Guanchao Pavilion, he was far inferior to the immortal seedling Wei Ji, let alone Su Jie.

"I would like to experience the opponent's strength. My sword path needs such a strong man to hone my skills."

Zhang Xinming's eyes were sharp. The path of sword cultivation that he was taking required the training of an indomitable and invincible mind. Defeating more strong men of his generation would make his swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds.

"Well, you'd better not confront Su Jie."

Yuwen Jing reminded him implicitly that provoking Su Jie was a suicidal act in his opinion.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang, let the seniors of the sect deal with this devil."

Mo Shiyao also joined in. Although she hated Su Jie to the core, she also knew in her heart that the fighting power of this devil Su Jie was no longer on the same level as theirs. Even the leader of Miaoyin Temple, her master, was probably no match for Su Jie now. This showed how terrifying Su Jie was.

"You are so afraid of the demon cultivators, you still need to hone your cultivation and character! We cultivators only need to follow one principle: my heart is my sword, and no one can defeat us wherever our swords point to. If I meet that guy named Su Jie, I will definitely test his strength."

Hearing what the two said, it only aroused Zhang Xinming's competitive spirit even more.

"I also want to see if this guy named Su Jie lives up to his name."

Jiang Lin spoke calmly. She was a very powerful person in Jingzhou and a respected figure among the younger generation. She was one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation in Jingzhou. The other one was He Wenfeng who was standing beside her.

"Amitabha, if I have the chance to meet Su Jie, I will do my best to make him turn over a new leaf and turn back to the right path."

He Wenfeng has a kind face. Although he is young, his demeanor and tone are like an old monk in his seventies or eighties.

Yuwen Jing was speechless and he did not continue to persuade him. Anyway, this war was fought between Tianhun Sect and Guiling Palace, and he would not meet Su Jie. He thought that they were just bragging and did not take it to heart.

In the next ten days, Yu Wenjing and his group of dozens of talented disciples continued to sweep the outer areas of Tianhunmen and wipe out the remaining evil cultivators of Tianhunmen.

These talented disciples, five of whom were in the Secret Hidden Realm, found it very easy to deal with the outer territories of the Heavenly Soul Sect. No matter if the Heavenly Soul Sect summoned evil spirits or zombies, or controlled the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, none of them could escape their suppression.

Their actions were so bold that they even provoked a counterattack from the Tianhun Sect.

During one operation, Tianhun Sect sent out many elders to lay siege, but in Yuwen Jing's team, there were hidden bodyguards who were willing to protect these talented disciples. They were all senior masters of the Secret Treasure Realm.

Not only did the Tianhun Sect’s revenge fail, but it also suffered heavy casualties. In the end, they retreated back to Nanyang City and relied on a large formation to protect the mountain gate.

However, Yuwen Jing and his companions’ luck was not always so good.

On this day, Yuwen Jing and his companions were on their way to the next outer city of Tianhun Gate. Halfway through the journey, they suddenly saw a huge flying magic boat appear above the clouds in the sky.

"The sect's Dharma Boat, has any of the Supreme Elders come to support the frontline battlefield? But why haven't I received any news?"

Yuwen Jing's face was filled with joy, because Guanchao Pavilion was the only one in Qingzhou that possessed the Flying Magic Boat, and the appearance of that Flying Magic Boat was also the same as the standard appearance of their Guanchao Pavilion's Magic Boat.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Jing took the initiative to fly up and head towards the magic boat.

"Everyone, this is my master's boat. I'll go and say hello first. If my master agrees, I'll invite you to get on the boat and see the elegance of our Guanchao Pavilion's flying boat."

A proud expression appeared on Yuwen Jing's face. His voice came down from the sky, but he had already flown in front of the Dharma Boat and was looking at the deck of the Dharma Boat at the same level.

Here, Yuwen Jing saw a young man on the spacious deck, sitting cross-legged and drinking tea leisurely, looking so leisurely.

When he saw the man’s true face, the smile on Yuwen Jing’s face disappeared instantly, his heart stopped, and he was frightened by this man to the point that one of his souls left his body and the other two ascended to heaven.

(End of this chapter)