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

She is devouring demons—

Not only were there countless demonic shadows filling the sky, but even the demonic energy surging from the Demonic Gate behind her rushed into Lin Yuan's body—

One, ten, a hundred... a thousand, ten thousand!

The demonic shadows that darted out from the Demonic Gate were all swallowed by Lin Yuan without a single one falling to the ground!

Dark shadows appeared between the girl's brows and on her cheeks, her entire face seemed so gloomy it was about to drip water, and her thin body seemed unable to contain the terrifying demonic energy, which spread wildly in all directions—

Endless blackness crept up the girl's arms, neck, and face... Her snow-white skin was completely covered by the extreme blackness, and she looked completely different from before. A bluish-black, spiraling horn even sprouted from the top of her head—

"You're something else. If you can't beat someone by yourself, you just eat all your underlings—that's a really unique way of thinking."

Seeing Lin Yuan's appearance, Yun Ping stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes, seemingly finding it amusing.

Lin Yuan grinned and said with a wicked smile, "It's perfectly normal for demons to eat each other. The weak serve the strong. It's an honor for these weak demons to serve me."

She abruptly spread her arms, enjoying the demonic energy emanating from the Demonic Gate behind her: "As long as this Demonic Gate exists, I can grow without limit, and it's even possible that—"

"To become the demon of slaughter in this world."

Lin Yuan stared at Yun Ping, a murderous intent gradually emanating from her eyes.

"As the first human I have killed, considering that you still have some ability, I might as well give you a choice."

"Oh? A choice?" Yunping seemed quite interested in this. "Tell me about it."

"Although you are human, you have done... done disrespectful things to me, but I can spare your body. After your death, I can also transform you into an ancient demon to continue working under me."

"It's all about death—" Yun Ping spread his hands and laughed, "Is there an option that doesn't require dying?"

"Do you really think that after doing such a disrespectful thing to me, you're still allowed to live in this world? I'm not the same person I was before. Don't think you can still be so arrogant!"

……

"I see, I see..."

Yun Ping nodded nonchalantly, giving her a brief glance: "So this is your approach, not bad—"

He clapped his hands casually, the sound of which seemed rather perfunctory.

"His thinking is unique and his courage is commendable, but there is one minor flaw."

Lin Yuan narrowed her eyes warily and questioned:

"what?"

"Foolish behavior."

In the blink of an eye.

The white figure has arrived.

Lin Yuan couldn't even see when Yun Ping appeared in front of her, nor did she understand how he appeared. Even at her current level, she still couldn't understand how Yun Ping had bypassed this space.

All she knew was that she had indeed reacted; the keen demonic energy had given her almost limitless power, allowing her to see the giant hand hurtling towards her with perfect accuracy.

But she couldn't escape it.

why?

Not fast enough?

Was the response not quick enough?

Is your body unable to keep up with your brain?

No, none of those!

There's no escaping it.

There was no reason... but the moment he saw that hand, she felt as if she were locked in, and no matter where she ran or escaped, she would be caught by this ordinary hand.

boom!

She couldn't even resist before Yunping grabbed her head with one hand.

struggle?

The demonic energy I absorbed earlier was completely fake; I couldn't even activate it!

Her entire physical body and even her soul were completely out of her control at this moment... She was like an observer, unable to even manage her own body!

"The Demonic and Evil Sect—"

But the young man in the white shirt didn't even pay attention to her.

Instead, he seemed to find it very interesting, staring at the enormous blood-red vortex in front of him, the towering, demonic gate.

“I said I was going to spank you a hundred times, and you won’t get a single one.”

"If you think you were able to escape because of this—"

The old rogue smiled gently and continued:

"How about I perform a little magic trick for you?"

Yunping held the little girl's head in one hand and made a fist with the other, placing it in front of the Demonic Gate formed from the blood-dripping demonic heart of the Demon Slayer.

What is he going to do?!

Not to mention Lin Yuan, Duan Xingchen and the others below were even more dumbfounded as they stared at the white-robed youth in front of the Demonic Evil Gate.

He clenched his fist, but there was no golden light, no overlapping magic array, and no radiance of magic artifacts.

He simply clenched his fist and stopped less than ten centimeters away from the Demonic Gate, then took a deep breath.

next second.

A deep shout echoed through the air!

That seemingly ordinary fist slammed into the Demonic Sect.

One punch landed, but there was no reaction whatsoever.

The fist landed on the Demonic Gate, and there wasn't even the slightest ripple of shock.

Everything was the same as before, as if this punch had no power at all, just a punch that any ordinary person could throw.

however--

Bang bang bang!

In a single instant, countless roars rang in everyone's ears!

The black mud that made up the Demonic Sect exploded from the inside out, blasting away everything without leaving a trace. It was completely annihilated, twisted and scattered!

The enormous crimson vortex seemed to have been pierced by something, turning directly into dust that filled the sky, shattering into pieces.

……

The Demonic Gate that reached the heavens, the Demonic Gate that emerged from beneath the Three Heavens Academy, vanished in the blink of an eye—

Gone.

It wasn't smashed into pieces, nor was it blasted in two by a single punch, nor was it pierced through the Demonic Gate with a single punch.

Instead—it's gone.

With one punch, the black mud exploded into nothingness, and the blood-red vortex vanished into thin air. Everything that constituted the Demonic Sect was reduced to nothingness by a single punch.

That's it.

The Demonic Gate, formed from the blood of the Demon Slayer in the past, exists only in the legends of the Demon Race.

With a single punch, everything turns to dust.

Lin Yuan was so shocked that her mouth gaped open to the maximum, and she was completely dumbfounded. Even though she was still under Yun Ping's control, she didn't even dare to think of resisting.

The Throne of Bone Spikes is gone.

The Demonic Sect is gone.

Needless to say, the Blood Shadow Steps look completely fake.

what else?

What could she possibly have to resist the young man in white before her?

Gone.

I won't do it again, I really won't...

With one punch, he shattered the Demon Sect into dust. Not only would she not dare to do it, but even if the Demon Slayer himself came, he would probably have to kneel down and serve tea to this master!

goo-dong-

She swallowed nervously.

Immediately afterwards, she found herself being turned over, and once again in that humiliating position—being held in mid-air.

"It seems the magic trick was a success."

"Yes...yes..."

Lin Yuan nodded obediently, her expression like that of a timid little rabbit who dared not resist, her whole body trembling.

You have to understand that the current Yuan'er is not the same Yuan'er as before, but the one who called herself the Demon Queen not long ago!

Lin Yuan is scared.jpg (Queen version)

"So the magic show is over—"

"Now, can we start punishing one of those teenage girls?"

The young man in white wore an incredibly gentle smile, looking at Lin Yuan with a warm and caring expression, like a kind older brother.

Lin Yuan looked at him with a smile—

Of course, it wasn't a genuine smile; on the contrary—

That was Lin Yuan's almost desperate smile.

Snap snap snap snap snap snap—

After that, for three days, all that remained in the academy was the crisp sound of clapping.