Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Zhang Xiaohan pursed his lips, flicked his finger, and the remaining half of the villagers fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

After doing all this, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly stood up and vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared in their sight, he was already floating in mid-air using some unknown method, clutching his still bleeding left arm, looking down at Zhang Ruoxue and Fan Luokui.

The wind caressed the boy's cold and aloof face.

"Releasing me would be the most foolish decision you've ever made in your life."

"I will never forget this humiliation, little girl. I will definitely come back for your life in the future, and your body will definitely become the nest of my love insects!"

"And you, sister... you lowly cultivator!"

Zhang Xiaohan pointed angrily at Zhang Ruoxue, his breathing becoming somewhat disordered.

"Don't think that I still care about a mere ten-odd years of old feelings. If it weren't for your sudden increase in cultivation, threatening my great life, I would have slaughtered your entire Jingyuan Village!"

Zhang Ruoxue looked up, her bright eyes seeming to tell a story of sorrow, "Xiao Han..."

Zhang Xiaohan immediately felt his composure shaken. He gritted his teeth, pointed at Zhang Ruoxue, and cursed fiercely.

"I won't bother with a lowly cultivator like you! Just remember this: the next time we meet will be your death day! Once you two are dead, I will definitely come to Jingyuan Village and slaughter all these people!"

"Remember this, I will definitely return! I will definitely return to take your lives!!"

—These words fell.

Zhang Xiaohan then completely disappeared into the night.

Silence returned to the scene.

The blue flames on Zhang Ruoxue's body slowly disappeared. She let out a long breath and stopped circulating the "Silent Moon" cultivation technique within her body.

And it was at this moment—thump!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of flesh hitting the ground behind me.

She turned around and found that Fan Luokui, whose consciousness was already blurred, was now slumped on the ground, her consciousness sinking into endless darkness.

It looks like... she's completely exhausted.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Ruoxue looked up at the bright moon overhead and at the owl flapping its wings in the moonlight, and sighed with a deep sadness.

Looking at her father and mother lying unconscious on the ground, she unconsciously called out the name of the boy who had been with her for many years.

"Xiao Han..."

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at the same time.

An owl, flapping its wings under the moonlight, casually landed on a tree trunk in the nearby woods.

Those once bright and lively eyes had, ironically, transformed into... dead fish eyes.

"I thought something had happened and I wanted to check if the two girls were alright, but what I saw was quite something."

Yunping, who was attached to the owl's body, stretched out his feathered hand and wiped his forehead.

Recalling the events of the past, he really felt like he was watching a melodramatic TV series.

"I never expected that kid to actually be that old demon from ancient times. But now it seems that after all these years, he's inexplicably developed a haughty and arrogant personality?"

In fact, he originally intended to step in and resolve the matter.

Especially when Fan Luokui was in danger and almost declared dead, Lao Yun almost transformed into an owl warrior and swatted Zhang Xiaohan to death with a single wing.

However, he immediately noticed Zhang Ruoxue's change and had to admit that "Silent Moon" was truly a cheat-level technique. On the night of the full moon, it directly propelled Zhang Ruoxue, who was in the Spirit Hall stage, to the Transformation Peak stage, and she immediately beat Zhang Xiaohan to a pulp.

He thought Zhang Ruoxue was going to put aside her own family for the greater good, but he never expected her to pull this stunt on him.

Especially Zhang Xiaohan, Yunping felt ashamed for him.

A demon from ancient times, yet it couldn't even defeat a little girl like Zhang Ruoxue. It's no wonder it survived for over a decade in its sister's shadow. It's only recently awakened and probably hasn't recovered yet.

He almost called Zhang Ruoxue "sister" at the end, but thankfully he stopped in time, otherwise it would have been very awkward—he had just said that a lowly cultivator like Zhang Ruoxue was not worthy of being related to him by blood.

In short, the farce here is over, and Fan Luokui and Zhang Ruoxue both did a good job. It's just that Zhang Xiaohan was let go, which might become a small hidden danger in the future.

But speaking of Zhang Xiaohan...

This kid could actually have the Gu worms drain the souls of those villagers, temporarily granting himself at least the Transcendent God stage cultivation level. He could also send some of the villagers to entangle Zhang Ruoxue, and then torture and kill Fan Luokui.

Yunping couldn't believe that Zhang Xiaohan hadn't thought of these methods.

To put it bluntly, it's not that this kid didn't think of it, it's that he didn't do it.

As for why...

The owl lowered its dead fish eyes with a hint of helplessness, looking at the boy who happened to be hiding behind the big tree where it was standing, secretly peeking at Zhang Ruoxue from the shadows.

Judging from this guy's complicated expression—

Mr. Owl sighed, his face contorted with stomach pain.

"She really is a tsundere..."

49. The Truth About the Arrogant Demon King

The incident in Jingyuan Village has been temporarily suspended.

Although Zhang Xiaohan, the mastermind behind everything, eventually escaped from Jingyuan Village, at least the villagers had forgotten this horrific past. In fact, they all felt as if they had just had a very long dream, and although they felt physically weak, they were not seriously injured.

It is worth mentioning that, for some reason, Zhang Xiaohan disappeared from the hearts of all the villagers.

Yes, it disappeared.

It was as if this person had never existed.

That day, Zhang Ruoxue looked at Fan Luokui, who was lying on her bed resting, her face still somewhat pale. Sitting in her dilapidated wooden house, her eyes couldn't help but be a little dazed.

He gasped. Sitting beside him were the Zhang couple, who had just awakened from the control of the Gu worms and looked completely bewildered.

Recalling her previous conversation with her parents, Zhang Ruoxue's confusion remained. She reached out and picked up a piece of lean meat, putting it into her bowl.

"Mother, you really don't remember Xiaohan?"

"I've told you three times already..." The old woman's face was filled with worry and concern, as if she was afraid that something had happened to Zhang Ruoxue. "I really don't remember having a Xiaohan. You are clearly our only daughter."

Seeing this, the man quickly moved closer to Zhang Ruoxue, and reached out his thick, calloused right hand to touch Zhang Ruoxue's fair forehead.

After confirming that his daughter wasn't feverish, the man clicked his tongue in bewilderment.

"There's nothing wrong with her, so why do you keep feeling like there's this person who doesn't exist, Xue'er?"

—Because he controlled your souls not long ago.

Zhang Ruoxue could only say these words to herself.

If they really vomit it out, I wonder if the two elderly people, who are always concerned about their health, will be so anxious that they will have to find other cultivators to help them exorcise the evil spirits.

This is no joke. Before Zhang Ruoxue joined the Lei Yu Sect, she had personally witnessed those self-proclaimed immortals and charlatans coming to her house and tinkering with all sorts of random things, supposedly to exorcise evil spirits, but in reality, they were completely useless.

Zhang Ruoxue sighed helplessly. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand why Zhang Xiaohan wanted to erase her memories from the villagers.

Yes, she was certain that the reason the villagers didn't remember Zhang Xiaohan's existence was because Zhang Xiaohan had deliberately erased all traces of his existence, which shouldn't have been difficult for the ancient demons.

But...why?

Zhang Ruoxue didn't know, and neither did Fan Luokui.

But our Senior Sister Zhang is the kind of woman who won't give up until she hits a brick wall, so she changed direction and asked.

"Then... do you remember a cultivator who came to the village?"

"A cultivator?" The old woman was taken aback, then realized, "Oh, Xue'er, you must be talking about that immortal being!"

immortal……

She did remember Zhang Xiaohan mentioning that a cultivator who brought blessings to the villagers had come to the village, but that was most likely a lie used to lure her into the cave.

However, the old woman's expression didn't seem to be lying; she smiled broadly at Zhang Ruoxue.

"Oh my, Xue'er, you don't know! That fairy is a real fairy! Not only did she drive away the plague in the village in an instant, but she also helped us deal with those bandits who came to rob us!"

"Plague? Bandits?"

Zhang Ruoxue was a little confused; she had never heard of either of these things.

Seeing his daughter's blank and puzzled expression, Zhang's father approached her with great interest, his eyes filled with admiration for the noble "deity".

"That happened not long after you left, Xue'er. First, a plague broke out in the village for some reason. Many doctors in the village were consulted, but they all said they couldn't do anything. Moreover, everyone also discovered that even if the corpses that died from the plague were cremated, the ashes left behind could still spread the infection!"

The old woman nodded hurriedly, her face full of terror. "If it weren't for that deity who came back then and said he had a way to get rid of the plague for us, raising his hand and a flash of divine light that made all the corpses disappear, oh my, then the plague here would have vanished!"

This sounds so mysterious.

Zhang Ruoxue shook her head, feeling some doubt about the existence of that cultivator.

But there is clearly another major event happening right now.

Robbers.

It should be noted that the area where Jingyuan Village is located has always been considered peaceful, and the city lord of Jinglin City is right next door. In theory, there is no need to worry about security at all. This is why Jingyuan Village has never suffered any attacks since Zhang Ruoxue can remember.

But now Mother says that Jingyuan Village has been attacked by robbers?

"Yes, Xue'er, we were all terrified when you weren't around. We didn't know where those robbers came from, and they were talking nonsense... They all looked crazy and didn't know what was wrong with them. They would ask for money and kill people if we didn't give them money!"

"And then there was that same immortal—" the man sighed, his tone filled with emotion, "that immortal, with just a few casual moves, shattered the kneecaps of those robbers, killing them all!"

……

A shattered kneecap?

Why does this sound so familiar?

Zhang Ruoxue turned around and exchanged a glance with Fan Luokui, who was squinting but still conscious. They both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Shattered knees, murdered robbers, villagers dying of plague...

If we connect these things to the corpses in the cave...

—Could it be that Zhang Xiaohan didn't actually torture and kill the villagers who discovered his identity, and those corpses were actually robbers with crushed kneecaps and villagers who died after being infected with the plague?

……