I'm a demon cultivator

Chapter 88 When you are out, you can give others your own identity
Generally speaking, those who dare to shout like this, or who can use their power to bully others in this way, are either fools or people with great backgrounds. Only then can they regard such unreasonable things as the truth of heaven and earth.

And the Ling Shuangtian who was shouting was the latter.

Even if a top-level immortal sect like Tujian Mountain does not make any efforts on its own, each generation of young disciples will be given titles such as "Ten Young Sword Immortals" or "Five Heroes of Tujian West Peak" by some flatterers.

What's more, Tu Jianshan can do it himself.

This title is called Shaoying Xiushi, and it lists outstanding disciples in a generation of twenty years. Disciples who can obtain this title can not only directly spread their fame throughout the world, but also obtain higher-level cultivation resources.

Chu Jianxiu, who had to change his name to Shi Changkong because of committing crimes, was once one of the young and elite cultivators of the previous generation of Tujian Mountain.

And this Ling Shuangtian is none other than the young and outstanding cultivator of this generation at Tujian Mountain!

In addition to Ling Shuangtian, there are four others, namely Li Shuanghe, Ao Shuangyi, Li Yingren, and Xu Yingcheng. Because the names of these five people are similar, some people with good intentions call them "Three Shuangs and Two Yings".

Therefore, Ling Shuangtian was not lying when he said that he could make decisions on behalf of his master.

In the past, people who were released by Ling Shuangtian for this reason would either die in a fight with others or be killed by their enemies not long after.

Not long after the loud shout, two sharp sword lights flew over and landed not far away.

The sword light dispersed slightly, revealing two figures.

One was a young man with red lips and white teeth, a slightly round face, and a look of wealth. The other was a young girl with excellent looks. Although she was slightly inferior to the young master of Luojia Mountain, she was also a stunning beauty among the younger generation.

This young man was Ling Shuangtian. He had a proud look on his face. He glanced around and quickly focused his attention on Tan Shuchang.

In fact, he had already seen the Nine-Aperture Martial Demon's right arm in Tan Shuchang's hand. He glanced around, just to make sure if there were any annoying Tianjian Mansion disciples nearby.

Because he has a grandson named Master Jian, who is particularly nosy.

Obviously, they are all middle-aged cultivators, but they still have to argue with a young man like him. It would be fine if they were arguing, but every time when Young Master Jian appears, things that he has obviously done right will become wrong!
This makes him look like a villain!
At this moment, after confirming that Young Master Jian was not here, Ling Shuangtian immediately raised his chin slightly towards Tan Shuchang: "Hand it over, I can forgive all your sins and save you from physical pain!"

As soon as Ling Shuangtian finished speaking, the faces of the cultivators around him, especially Jin Cheng, changed drastically.

If you want to die, don't take me with you!
You are going down the mountain with your nostrils facing the sky, right?
Immediately, Jin Cheng said without hesitation: "Fellow Daoist Tan, I remember that my wife asked me to go back early to take a concubine. If Fellow Daoist Tan has time, you can come to my Jianxia Sect for a visit."

After saying this, Jin Cheng did not hesitate. He immediately summoned a cloud of smoke, blended his figure into it, and then floated away.

Although this method of using smoke to travel is relatively inferior, it is still one level higher than capturing evil spirits, so there are many monks who use this method to travel.

After all, anyone who can use this method to travel can be considered to be doing well among the casual cultivators.

It is equivalent to a commoner with no background getting a job as a minor official in the county government.

However, Jin Cheng did not succeed in leaving.

Because someone blocked his way. It was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He had a wine gourd hanging next to him and reeked of alcohol. He was also a bit unkempt and looked like a bohemian.

"Jin Cheng, right? Why did you leave suddenly? You didn't offend my junior brother." The man narrowed his eyes, as if he was drunk, but also spoke with contempt.

As he opened his mouth, a wisp of sword energy directly chopped Jin Cheng out of the smoke.

"Mo Junhao of the Flying Jade Sword?" Jin Cheng's face turned pale. After all, he was almost hit by a sword. He looked at the man and recognized who he was.

Shaoying, a monk of the previous generation on Tujian Mountain, was originally a prominent figure, but after his best friend Chu Jianxiu was "killed" by his master Zhao Huaiji, he never recovered.

Logically speaking, with the resources of a young and talented cultivator from Tujian Mountain, his current cultivation level should be at least sixty years.

After all, to become a Shaoying cultivator, one must have been immersed in the sword realm of unity between man and sword for a long time, without any limitations of his own. As long as there are sufficient resources for cultivation, improving one's cultivation skills can be said to be the easiest thing.

But now, looking at the sword energy that he used to cut out Jin Cheng, it seemed that he had only practiced for about forty years.

"I didn't expect that someone still remembers my name, but this is also the name I least want to mention, because it reminds me of a close friend who has passed away many years ago. So just cut off one of your arms, and I won't bother with you." Mo Junhao said lightly, his expression was indifferent and his eyes were cold.

When Jin Cheng heard this, his expression changed several times. He had heard about the arrogance and tyranny of Tu Jian Shan before, but after seeing it today, he realized that the degree of tyranny of these Tu Jian Shan disciples had reached a level that he could not imagine.

But Jin Cheng knew that he was just a son-in-law of the Jianxia Sect, and the Jianxia Sect would not stand up for a son-in-law like him. After all, his wife was just an ordinary disciple in the Jianxia Sect.

So he sighed and decided to cut off one of his arms.

As his arm broke, Jin Cheng's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

However, after seeing Jin Cheng really cut off his own arm, Mo Junhao showed a look of shock and exaggeration, "Oh my, how did you really cut off your own arm? I was kidding you, right? My Tujian Mountain is a famous and upright sect. You are simply tarnishing the reputation of my Tujian Mountain by doing this!"

When Jin Cheng heard this, his face turned pale and blue, and he was extremely angry.

However, he didn't dare to get angry.

"What? You are not talking. Are you dumb? Or are you planning to tarnish the reputation of my Tujian Mountain?" Mo Junhao's expression turned cold again as he spoke. He looked at Jin Cheng with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

What he liked most was to watch these ants struggling in vain.

"Please, Brother Mo, keep an eye on this man first. I see that he is familiar with this person. He might be a demon!" Ling Shuangtian said at this time, his expression somewhat unfriendly.

After all, he came forward to ask for the right arm of the Nine-Aperture Martial Demon. What does it mean for him to just leave like that?
Hearing Ling Shuangtian's high-sounding words, Jin Cheng couldn't help but laugh, because he felt it was particularly ironic. Being a demon is simply a panacea.

Jin Cheng couldn't help but think of something that happened to him once.

When a large family named Tan was destroyed in Zixuan's court, one could kill all the other party with just one sentence: "I suspect you are colluding with the Tan family," and the court would not pursue the matter any further.

This world is indeed not black and white.

Jin Cheng was filled with emotion, and then he found that a blood-colored sword energy had appeared in his hand without him noticing.

This blood-colored sword energy was attached to the arm that he had severed himself.

At this moment, power suddenly emerged from the blood-colored sword energy, lifted his arm, and then slashed at Mo Junhao with the sword.

Stab it!

It was like cutting tofu. This disciple from Tujian Mountain, who had made Jin Cheng extremely terrified and who dared not resist at all, was cut in half without even a scream.

However, this was because the blood-colored sword energy was too fast. Mo Junhao reacted quickly, and because of the severe pain, his soul seemed to be torn apart.

"what--"

A shrill howl then sounded, but because the throat had been separated vertically, the scream stopped abruptly after the power of his practice dissipated.

Two pieces of Mo Junhao fell down, and along with them fell a bunch of things that he had originally hidden in his sleeves.

The blood-colored sword energy left Jin Cheng at this time, and then after shaking twice, it came behind Tan Shuchang.

"How dare you kill Senior Brother Mo!"

Seeing this scene, Ling Shuangtian suddenly became anxious and angry. His eyes were red as he roared, "You must die! No one can save you! I will cut you into pieces!"

But since he came down the mountain, Mo Junhao has been protecting him. There were several times when Master Jian wanted to beat him up, but it was his senior brother Mo Junhao who helped him block it.

"Don't be anxious. Do you want to be split into two pieces like your senior brother Mo? Or do you want to be split into eight pieces like a senior from your Tujian Mountain? What's his name? Oh, yes, Qian Zhenzi. I split this old senior into eight pieces. What do you think?" Tan Shuchang was not angry, but asked in a calm tone.

And as if he was afraid that Ling Shuangtian would not be able to make a choice, he deliberately described it very clearly.

Ling Shuangtian's angry roar came to an abrupt end.

He stared at Tan Shuchang with some doubt.

At this time, the girl who had been silent but also had a proud look on her face finally spoke: "Are you Tan Shuchang?"

But this arrogance only came from just now.

Because after saying this, the girl's face turned horrified, and she asked the same question as Qiu Junlin: "Why are you still in Qitian Pavilion?"

The girl felt like she had seen a ghost.

After killing several elders of her sect, shouldn't he have gone into hiding? Why did he come to Qitian Pavilion so brazenly? Did he really think Zixuanchao could protect him?

To put it bluntly, the Grand Master of the Zixuan Dynasty was nothing more than a dog raised by the Immortal Sect.

As soon as the girl finished speaking, Ling Shuangtian began to show a look of fear. Before he went down the mountain, he heard that several elders in the sect were killed by a demon, and in the end he could only risk his life to send that useless son of destiny back.

But he never expected that he would run into this devil as soon as he came down the mountain!
Fortunately, at this time, a figure appeared and protected Ling Shuangtian and the girl behind him. This was an old man in a gray robe, with white hair and beard, but his skin was like that of a baby.

This is a cultivator who has been practicing Taoism for a hundred years.

"I am Ku Mu, and I have not left Tu Jian Mountain for half a century. I never thought that I would come down the mountain on a whim today and meet a peerless genius like you! If it weren't for the decision made by the ancestor, in my opinion, you are the son of destiny! At the age of twenty, you have already seized the fortune of heaven and earth with your magic skills!"

The gray-robed old man said, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed all of Tan Shuchang's details.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the phrase "taking the fortune of heaven and earth" can be a compliment, but it can also be a standard description of a person's strength.

However, Tan Shuchang did not show any surprise on his face. He just waved his hand and said, "Old senior, what you said is a bit redundant. I have killed many of your nephews. If I am not strong enough, I can't do it!"

"Yes, yes, look at my memory, I am old and confused. But, little brother, among those people, three are actually my disciples, not my nephews..."

When the gray-robed old man said this, the world suddenly became cold.

An unimaginable chill instantly invaded the bodies of the monks present, and on the ground, the chill condensed into frost, falling in large quantities.

"Little brother, do you understand the pain of seeing the young die? Even their bodies, an old man like me cannot bring them back..." The gray-robed old man continued, and the chill between heaven and earth was even greater than before.

Although no snowflakes were falling, the coldness at this time and place was unbearable even for those who had practiced martial arts for half a century.

This is exactly the sword realm of the Sword Master of Heaven and Earth!

"Old senior, you are wrong. You are sending off the elderly..." But at this time, a voice sounded faintly. With the appearance of this voice, the chill that swept across the world instantly dissipated without a trace.

Only the water stains all over the ground and the water droplets on the bodies of many monks could prove that there was indeed a terrifying but controlled chill that was spreading.

"Young brother is very capable." The gray-robed old man said slowly after a moment of silence.

"The old senior's sword controls the world, and is indeed terrifying. If we can plant the sword mark, it may be possible to prove it." Tan Shuchang also said slowly. He said this casually.

Is it true or not? Who cares at this time?

When you are out and about, not only is your identity something you give yourself, but you can also give others their identities.

For example, he said that this old senior Ku Mu is about to achieve enlightenment. Isn’t it allowed to say that?
After Tan Shuchang finished speaking, the old man in gray robe was stunned, and even looked at Tan Shuchang with some doubt for a moment.

One certificate?
It turns out that as long as he can plant the sword seal, he can go one step further and enter the realm of the ancestors?

Is this the way forward for me?
In an instant, the dead tree seemed to see the way forward.

Therefore, deep in Kurumu's heart, which had been calm for a long time, was now stirred up, and the deaths of his three direct disciples began to seem somewhat unimportant.

After all, if this disciple dies, he dies. At worst, I can just wait until I achieve immortality and accept him as my disciple again.

As a result, the death determination in the gray-robed old man's heart disappeared, and the murderous intent that had reached its peak also receded.

Originally he wanted to die together with Tan Shuchang.

"Little brother, I want to take these two good-for-nothing disciples away. I owe you a favor." The dead tree said. Since he didn't want to die, he was going to rescue these two younger generations so that he would have no excuse to return to the mountain.

"Respecting the old and loving the young is the virtue our generation should have. Please do as you wish, senior."

The dead tree nodded, then raised his hand and threw something out.

It was a black stone flake, half the size of a baby's palm. Judging from its shape, it looked like part of a skull.

And the fact is indeed so. After Ku Mu stroked his long white beard, he said in a deep voice: "This is a part of the head of the Nine-orifice Martial Demon. This is my repayment of the favor."

(End of this chapter)