From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

What is an evil immortal?

He painted dead people, bringing flesh and bones back to life, and every move he made was eerily strange.

What is evil?

If turning one's senior brother into a puppet is not considered evil, then there are no evil people in this world.

"Ha ha..!!!"

The evil immortal's voice suddenly turned fierce. He knelt on one knee and grabbed Lü Pingyang's clothes: "Senior brother, don't blame me."

"I originally intended to turn the people of the entire village into blood corpses to nourish myself."

"I appeared as a child, and you treated me like one."

The evil immortal smiled without saying a word: "You can't blame anyone for this. It's just that you're too stupid and foolish."

The Way does not align with the wickedness of the human heart.

These disgusting words shattered Gu Heting's understanding. The Purple Bamboo Immortal was right; the evil cultivator had disguised himself as a child and infiltrated the immortal sect.

However, Lü Pingyang was unaware of this.

He even fantasized that his junior brother was not malicious.

However, the evil immortal's next words made Gu Heting's eyes widen.

"Everything in this world will eventually return to cinnabar. Humans have an end to their lifespan, and so do immortals. We struggle against heaven and earth in search of the path to immortality."

"Senior brother, you should feel honored to have become an aid on my path to immortality."

"A naive person like you would have died at the hands of someone else even without me. Since death is inevitable anyway, you might as well be my puppet."

Holy shit

This guy actually has a self-consistent logic.

With a single sentence, he absolved himself of all responsibility, even to the point of indifference.

Doesn't this guy have any moral burden?

Gu Heting didn't understand. But at this moment, he remained prostrate on the ground, keeping a close watch.

"Senior brother, I haven't been able to explain this to you clearly yet."

The evil cultivator squatted down, looking at his once respected teacher. A slight smile played on his lips.

"My name isn't Song Qi."

"My name is Qin Wuxie. I am a remnant of the demonic path that your righteous sects have been hunting down for hundreds of years."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuxie chuckled awkwardly. He pulled a small knife from his sleeve. With a thud, the knife stuck into the ground.

The gleaming knife shimmered with golden light.

They were only two centimeters away from Gu Heting.

"Is it beautiful? Are you tired after lying there for so long?"

These words sent a chill down Gu Heting's spine. Time seemed to stand still; if the blade had moved forward just one step, it would have severed Gu Heting's head.

It felt as if a thousand-pound weight was tied to his feet.

Looking up, he met Qin Wuxie's gaze. It was a gaze devoid of any pity.

Darkness, emptiness.

It felt as if we were about to plummet into the ground at any moment.

The sound of Gu Heting's footsteps created a shockwave. He stomped off the ground at top speed, his entire figure like an arrow released from a bow.

He ran wildly through the rainy night, completely out of control.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by wind and rain.

High above the dark clouds and moonlit night, however, hung a figure dressed in black. Accompanied by thunder, Qin Wuxie's black hair was bleached.

Watching Gu Heting flee frantically.

He suddenly laughed. He, who never showed his emotions, extended his hand.

Gu Heting on the ground looked like a fleeing rat.

But he was like a black cat.

"I thought it was a transformation technique of an immortal. I didn't expect it to actually be a bird."

"What's a little bird doing with my senior brother's ring?"

Qin Wuxie's middle finger twitched incessantly, and a bone spur shot out from it. The bone spur was like a bullet, even making a whooshing sound as it passed through the air.

--call out!

Bone spurs grazed Gu Heting's body.

However, after a moment of disorientation, it pierced Gu Heting's wing. Gu Heting's right wing trembled incessantly, while his left wing exploded with blood.

The pain was excruciating.

Despite being seriously injured, Gu Heting did not slow down.

He knew that once he slowed down...

Even if there's only a sliver of hope, Gu Heting will fight with all his might to survive.

"Don't run away, rat. Your chances of survival are less than 10%."

Purple smoke drifted from Qin Wuxie's sleeve. From the swirling purple smoke emerged an 8-meter-long centipede.

The centipede climbed as fast as a serpent.

His figure could be seen darting about in the woods.

Gu Heting knew he was going to run away.

They had to get at least to the level of the River-Swallowing Fish, Whale Li. Whale Li was at the mid-stage of Core Formation, the same level as this evil cultivator.

He had already experienced the suppression in terms of realm.

Moreover, the enemy wasn't that fiery salamander, but a living, intelligent human being. Beasts can be enraged and lose control, but humans cannot.

Following behind was a ruthless madman.

"madman!"

Gu Heting cursed under his breath.

He tripped over something, and everything went black before his eyes. He fell headfirst into the muddy puddle.

The rain was still pouring down.

Just like his heart, it had plummeted to the bottom.

A centipede, eight meters long, rose up amidst the thunder. This centipede had countless arms and legs, and its two fangs were spitting venom.

Am I going to die?

That's really childish.

Gu Heting smiled slightly; he had only just learned immortal techniques and reached the Qi Refining Realm.

A book titled "Phoenix Carrying a Book" was his capital to turn things around, but now there's no time for him to do so.

"Ha ha......."

Gu Heting chuckled softly. He stood up, facing the old centipede. Half of its wing was injured. The other half emitted a fiery serpent.

Fire Serpent Technique is the only immortal technique he knows.

Now, however, they have to use it to fight for a way to survive.

Gu Heting leaped to his feet, transforming his entire body into a wisp of firefly flame. Enveloped in the fireball, he crashed heavily into the centipede's fangs.

With a cry of pain from the blue centipede.

Gu Heting was violently slapped away.

bang

His entire body crashed into a nearby tree. Blood gushed from his lungs and beak. His internal organs seemed to be out of place.

The pain was so intense that he could barely speak.

"I've truly fallen from grace. I've been playing with a bird for so long." As Qin Wuxie finished speaking, a flying sword made of withered wood appeared in the air.

That withered wooden flying sword carried an evil aura.

The hilt of the sword was decorated with a skull.

"go"

The flying sword took off, heading straight for Gu Heting. At the critical moment, a violent stream of water crashed into the flying sword.

A familiar voice rang out.

It was the river fish that had been his companion for several months.

"Little one, are you alright? Hang in there, Old Fish's here to rescue you!"

The water surged and churned, creating thousands of waves.

A gigantic water dragon appeared. The dragon soared into the sky, hovered for a moment, and then plummeted back down.

The falling water dragon slammed down hard.

Then it slapped Gu Heting flying to the shore. The swallowing fish leaped with its tail, creating a waterbed.

The waterbed effectively neutralized the force of the impact.

In a daze, Gu Heting saw the figure of the River-Swallowing Fish. He had never felt that this old fish was so reliable at this moment.

"Old Fish, you're here?"

Gu Heting let out a sob. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

He smiled and looked at the swallowing river fish, Li.