My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Tick.

A bead of cold sweat, the size of a bean, slid down the pale forehead of the Old Demon of the Nether Spring and landed on the bluestone slab.

The old demon felt a chill run down his spine and his entire body go cold.

He, a mighty ancient demon, didn't even notice when someone touched his back!

Moreover, the aura emanating from this janitor dressed in ridiculous pink clothes was actually that of a true peak Nascent Soul stage expert!

What kind of bizarre place is this Tang Dynasty?!

Even the floor sweeper is at the Nascent Soul stage?!

"I...I..."

Old Demon Youquan's teeth chattered wildly, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Hearing the noise, Si Zi curiously turned her head to look at the two people standing in front of and behind her.

"Uncle Jiangye!"

Sizi blinked and pointed at the Old Demon of Youquan.

"Do you know this pale-faced old man? He seems sick; he's been shivering."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma heard the call of the rhinoceros.

That cold and stern face instantly changed like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

In a second, he switched to an incredibly kind, gentle, and radiant smile, like that of a friendly neighbor.

"Yes, of course I know him."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma smiled and nodded.

He stretched out his large, calloused hand, which contained the terrifying power of a Vajra.

With a "snap".

It landed squarely on the shoulder of the Old Demon of the Nether Spring.

This slap made the bones in the old demon's shoulder crack loudly.

"Master, this old man is my... distant relative."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma had a warm smile on his face, but the force in his hands was as heavy as Mount Tai, as he tightly gripped the old demon's collarbone.

He turned his head and looked at the old demon Youquan, who was sweating profusely.

He asked in an incredibly "gentle" tone.

"Is that so, cousin? Don't we have some private matters that we need to discuss over somewhere else?"

Feeling the excruciating pain in his shoulder, and the terrifying Buddhist power that could send him to his doom at any moment.

Old Demon Youquan dared not utter a single word of dissent.

"Yes...yes! We're relatives!"

The old demon forced out a smile that looked worse than crying, and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

"We have an urgent matter and must leave immediately!"

"Master, look, I'll take him away now. You can continue looking for your candied hawthorns."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma respectfully bowed.

Then, like an eagle snatching a chick, he half-dragged and half-pulled Old Demon Youquan and quickly walked towards a secluded dead-end alley next to the street.

Watching the two figures walk away.

Sizi waved her chubby little hand very obediently.

"Goodbye, Uncle Jiangye! Grandpa, please wear more clothes and take care of yourself; you look so pale!"

After giving the instructions...

The little girl lowered her head again, looking at the bare bamboo skewer in her hand.

His face was full of distress.

"But...where did my candied hawthorn go?"

Fatty Si, standing next to him, let out a guilty burp.

Inside a dark, deserted dead-end alley.

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma released his grip and threw the Old Demon of the Nether Spring onto the ground like a broken sack.

He slowly raised the bamboo broom in his hand, the compassion in his eyes replaced by the fierce anger of a Vajra warrior ready to vanquish demons.

"His body exudes a murderous aura; he deserves to die."

"Today, this humble monk will send you to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss to repent."

I felt the shadow of death looming over me.

Old Demon Youquan knew that if he hesitated even slightly, this day next year would be his death anniversary.

The waters of Chang'an are too deep! It's definitely not a place for demons!

"You want to kill me? Not so easy!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring let out a mournful roar.

Without hesitation, he slapped his chest, and a mouthful of extremely rich primordial blood gushed out!

"The Blood Demon disintegrates and vanishes for thousands of miles!"

To save his life, he directly burned his three-thousand-year-old foundation.

A muffled "boom" was heard.

The body of the Old Demon of the Nether Spring instantly exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist transformed into a blinding red light, smashing through the void at an incredible speed and disappearing at the end of the alley.

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma held a broom, watching the fleeing streak of blood.

He frowned slightly, but did not give chase.

"That's enough."

The Bodhisattva sighed and shook his head.

"Chang'an is a city teeming with hidden talents; you could throw a brick at any of them and hit a powerful expert."

"With your demonic aura running rampant everywhere, you'll never be able to leave this world. Sooner or later, those lurking guys will turn you to dust."

After speaking, the Bodhisattva regained his calm demeanor as a sweeper.

Carrying the broom, I leisurely went back to sweep the floor.

……

the other side.

Having used the Blood Escape Technique, the Old Demon of Youquan fled in a sorry state over Chang'an City, like a headless fly.

Having suffered successive losses of his source, his cultivation level has now plummeted to the pitiful Golden Core stage.

Any city management officer in Chang'an could easily chop him up with a single blow.

"Bang!"

The bloodstains dissipated.

Exhausted, the old demon of Youquan crashed heavily into a corner of a bustling commercial street in the east of the city.

His hair was disheveled, his face was ashen, and he was breathing heavily.

"This is terrifying...this Tang Dynasty is terrifying!"

"I must find a way to get out of this hellhole!"

Just as he was still in shock and preparing to find a sewer to hide in,

A deafening scream nearly pierced his eardrums.

"Aaaaah! Lord Blood Butcher is out!"

"Lord Blood Butcher! Look here! I love you!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring raised his head in confusion.

In the distance, at the entrance of a luxurious restaurant, one could see...

The area was surrounded by countless young women dressed in gorgeous dresses, their faces flushed.

They were holding up glowing spirit stone plaques and screaming wildly.

And in the very center of the crowd.

Under the protection of dozens of Tang Dynasty Xuanjia soldiers.

A person wearing an extremely stylish dark red silk robe.

He had his hair slicked back and slicked back.

A handsome man wearing large black sunglasses.

He had a wicked and arrogant smile on his lips, waving frequently at the fans around him.

"This aura..."

Although the Old Demon of the Nether Spring was weak, his ability to sense the presence of other demonic cultivators was extremely sharp.

He stared intently at the "superstar" who was basking in the limelight among the crowd.

His eyes widened and widened, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.

That ancient demonic energy, hidden beneath the flashy exterior, shares the same origin.

That fundamental energy fluctuation that he would never admit was wrong, even if it meant his death!

"A bloodbath?!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"It's Blood Butcher Old Ghost! He actually broke through the seal too! And he seems to be doing quite well!"

The old demon seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he pushed through the crowd of enthusiastic fans and scrambled towards the man in red.

"Blood Butcher! Old buddy! It's me!"

Old Demon Youquan, his face covered in dust and his clothes tattered, pounced on him.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor, who was immersed in the cheers of his fans, was startled by this sudden figure.

He looked through his sunglasses at the disheveled man who was rushing towards him like an old beggar.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor frowned slightly, assuming he was just an overly fanatical elderly fan.

He skillfully adopted the approachable demeanor of a top celebrity.

He reached out and patted Old Demon Youquan on the shoulder.

"Hey sir! Be careful when you're chasing after celebrities!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor laughed heartily, exclaiming in an extremely Versailles-esque tone.

"Being too popular is definitely a problem!"

He casually took a pen from his assistant and quickly signed his name on a handkerchief with a portrait of himself drawn on it.

Then it was stuffed into the hands of the Old Demon of the Nether Spring.

"Here, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you this autograph. Take it home and keep it as a family heirloom."

Old Demon Youquan looked at the handkerchief in his hand with the face of Blood Butcher drawn on it, and felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Screw your family heirloom!

I am your sworn brother from three thousand years ago, the one with whom you committed murder and arson!