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

"I bother!"

The boy showed no sign of yielding. He immediately activated his still-developing internal energy technique, swung his fist, and smashed it towards the young man's head.

In an instant, the boy was wrestling with the group of thugs.

Although his cultivation was still shallow, he was still a person with some cultivation. Although he was weaker than adults, he could still put up a fight with the help of his cultivation techniques.

Even so—

"Damn it... they really think they're tough?!"

The boy was struck hard in the abdomen and kicked away by the young man, falling down next to the young girl.

The young man and his companions weren't much better off; they were all bruised and swollen, and their complexions were terrible.

Seeing that the boy was still trying to get up, the young man went up and hit him again with the stick. After this blow, the boy no longer had the strength to get up.

"This little brat is surprisingly strong..."

They crouched down and hurriedly found some things on the boy that could be sold for money, then glanced at the somewhat noisy street.

The young man in the alley glanced at the sobbing girl and curled his lip.

"Leave first, or we might get caught if we stay here."

"And what about the girl?"

"Forget about her, I need to protect myself first."

He sneered, then raised his foot and stomped hard on the boy's back to vent his anger. He then led a large group of his henchmen and disappeared into the dark alley.

It was only after they left that the boy swayed as he got up. The young girl rushed over and saw the large bruises and marks of beating, but she didn't know what to do and burst into tears on the spot.

The boy turned around, patted the girl's head, and then wearily took her hand.

"Shall we...go back first?"

The girl wiped away her tears and nodded.

The boy smiled with relief, looked at the girl who was unharmed, and suddenly seemed to have a bit of strength. He took her hand and slowly walked out of the dark passage.

……

……

"Starlight!"

Inside the Holy Feather Sect.

In the vast courtyard, the old man stared intently at the young man, who appeared to be around twenty years old, kneeling on the ground before him, and asked in a stern voice.

"Tell me clearly, what is the purpose of your cultivation?!"

Faced with the question posed by the sect leader of the Holy Feather Sect, the young man named Duan Xingyao suddenly raised his head and stared directly into the old man's eyes without the slightest hesitation or fear.

He took a deep breath, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout the courtyard.

"for--"

"younger sister!!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression suddenly turned cold.

"What did you say? Your voice isn't loud enough!"

"for--"

"younger sister!!!!"

This shout directly used spiritual energy, making it clearly audible to everyone in the entire Holy Feather Sect.

"Well said!"

The old man laughed heartily as he stood up, his eyes filled with appreciation and satisfaction as he looked at Duan Xingyao.

“This cultivation is neither for immortality nor for invincibility, but for your sister, Duan Xingchen! If you understand this, then all the better.”

"Yes!" Duan Xingyao shouted solemnly, "Disciple will obey Master's teachings!"

"..."

Beside them, a young girl dressed in a snow-white dress, with a white jade hairpin given to her by Duan Xingyao on her head, sighed silently. Although young, she already possessed the beauty of a young woman.

But she lost her balance and fell forward without noticing.

puff-

Before she even landed, the girl was caught by a pair of strong hands.

The old man smiled and embraced her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Duan Xingchen blushed and murmured softly:

"Thank you...Grandpa Sect Master..."

The old man smiled and nodded, then looked at Duan Xingyao, who hadn't had time to protect him. His expression suddenly turned serious, and his tone was full of reproach.

"Xingyao, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you watching your sister? What did you just tell your master?!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Xingyao immediately knelt down, his face filled with shame.

"It was my fault, I will be more careful in the future!"

Remember this: There will be no next time!

"Yes!"

After criticizing Duan Xingyao, the old man turned around and looked at the little beauty in his arms, and immediately smiled with delight.

"Hey~ Star, are you hungry? Come on, Grandpa Sect Master will take you to eat something delicious..."

Duan Xingchen: "..."

—I'm starting to panic now.

What should I do if my brother and my grandfather are both mentally ill?

……

The images in the mirror kept flashing before the girl's eyes like a revolving lantern.

Everything from the past, everything that had happened, all the people and all the events, were rapidly replaying themselves before her eyes.

She saw the young man named Duan Xingyao behind her, smiling as he watched her learn to walk.

She saw the kind old man holding a sugar figurine, waving it in front of her, as if he would only let her play with it if she held him.

She saw Duan Xingyao carefully squat down and meticulously apply medicine to her when she was injured.

She saw two people, one big and one small, squatting by the house while she was cultivating, looking nervous.

These were all things she had accidentally lost, and now... they were all laid out before her.

She seemed to find it amusing, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

It turns out she had lost something so important... and she was completely unaware of it.

"Now, do you remember who you are?"

The man's voice echoed in my ears once more.

Duan Xingchen smiled faintly, gazing at the only mirror that existed in the void, looking at his own reflection in it, and nodded.

She opened her mouth and spoke slowly.

"I am from the Holy Feather Sect..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, a jet-black hand reached out from the reflection in the mirror. The arm seen through the mirror seemed to be stained with a layer of black ink, and countless wounds burst open instantly, with a large amount of blood gushing out from the wounds.

In an instant, Duan Xingchen saw the world around him change again, and what appeared before him was a desolate place.

The sky was blood-red, the moon was pure black, and the ground was littered with corpses and the stench of decay.

She stood in the middle of the wasteland, her neck gripped tightly by a hand that reached out from the mirror.

"You are a demon."

She heard someone whispering.

As she felt suffocated, she clearly saw herself emerge from the mirror, her body covered in blood. Her face, which looked exactly like hers, was unusually pale, and her eyes were completely black, with no whites.

Duan Xingchen's upper body emerged completely from the mirror, and she grasped Duan Xingchen's snow-white neck, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"You are a demon."

"You are an ancient demon..."

"She's not a saint, not a human, and not Duan Xingyao's sister..."

"The blood of the ancient demon flows in your veins; from the moment you were born—"

"They were destined to inherit this noble and supreme bloodline."

80. The fate of going to NTM

What is destiny?

fate.

There is no escaping it, no matter how hard one tries to find a way to break free from that predetermined future, but in the end, one can only perish under the deadly law called cause and effect.

"You are a demon..."

In the mirror, Duan Xingchen stretched out his blood-soaked hand and tightly gripped the girl's delicate neck.

Those completely black eyes, devoid of any other color, kept magnifying in front of the girl, until their pupils almost met.

All the girl could see was darkness.

"The blood of the ancient demon flows in your veins, your life is the life of the ancient demon, your soul is the soul of the ancient demon, your parents, your flesh and blood, your bones, everything about you—"

Thick blood flowed from his parted lips.

The filthy black mud spread outwards from the scorched, foul-smelling soil beneath our feet, eroding this world.