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

There was also a round object emitting a faint red glow, which Qu Wenxue held in her hand.

The sphere seemed to be bleeding, the thick blood seeping from between Qu Wenxue's fair fingers and dripping onto the sand.

Duan Xingchen frowned, unable to recognize what it was, and turned to look at Lin Yuan and Prince Gu.

"I seem to recognize this thing."

The little queen took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the object with a slightly heavy expression.

But before she could even utter the name of this thing—

hum~

The space above the three people suddenly fluctuated violently. An array filled with dark scriptures expanded several times in an instant, and as cracks appeared, two figures descended from the sky.

boom!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

As luck would have it, the two figures landed right next to that old, dark blue coffin.

"It hurts so much..."

The dust settled.

As the familiar voice rang out, the three of them saw the two figures in front of them.

The silver-haired girl in a maid outfit was clutching her head, having hit it when she fell. She was rolling on the ground, crying out in pain as she held her head.

The other one was Zhang Ruoxue, dressed in a black sailor uniform, half-lying in the coffin, with the wine gourd at her waist having been flung away.

only--

At this moment, Zhang Ruoxue was holding a dark red sphere, only the size of her palm.

The pieced-together scroll slowly drifted down from mid-air and landed gently on Zhang Ruoxue's chest.

This time, all three of them could see it clearly.

The person in the painting looks exactly like Zhang Ruoxue.

The dark red sphere that Zhang Ruoxue is holding at this moment is none other than the object held by Qu Wenxue in the painting.

If it weren't for the difference in their clothing, demeanor, and temperament, the three of them would have truly thought that Zhang Ruoxue had stepped out of the painting.

32. Memories of Immortals and Demons in the Evil Sword Tomb

"I see……"

A chilling wind swept through, and blood gushed forth.

A faint, dark red, fishy smell emanated from the soft soil beneath my feet; the desolate land was devoid of any sign of life.

Extremely irritating black particles floated in the air, like black snow that drifted in the wind and would never fall. A heavy sense of oppression surrounded us, making even breathing extremely difficult.

The snow-white clothes stood out against the blood-red sky and black snow. Strangely, the simple white clothes did not get stained with any dirt, and the chilling wind could not move them.

The young man named Yunping rubbed his chin, his dead fish eyes drooping, and looked up at the towering mountain in the distance, as well as the corner of what appeared to be a building on the summit.

"It truly lives up to its name as the tomb of a demigod; it's an extraordinary spectacle."

What unfolded before us was indeed a sight worthy of being called a spectacle.

Aside from the eerie and terrifying crimson gas, the most striking feature on the scorched soil was the countless swords, rooted in the black earth like a dense jungle, standing upside down.

Yes, a sword.

Looking around, there were clusters of swords every three steps and forests of swords every five steps. In the most densely packed places, there was almost no room to put one's feet down.

Each sword has a completely different form, length, hardness, materials, hilt shape, runes on the blade... completely different.

Yunping's divine sense swept across the area and found that within a radius of several miles, wherever this scorched black soil covered, there were all sorts of sharp swords stuck in the ground.

"Is this... the Sword Tomb...?"

Standing behind the young man in white, staring in disbelief at everything, was a stunningly beautiful woman with purple hair, wearing a white cheongsam with red patterns that revealed her enviable figure.

The black particles floating around him made Jiang Yuetian feel terrible; he felt as if an invisible, cold hand was stroking his spinal cord.

The swirling, eerie winds constantly tousled Jiang Yuetian's long, magnificent purple hair. Her expression turned slightly cold as her gaze wandered among the countless sharp swords.

"I suppose so."

Yunping scratched his head, then squatted down nonchalantly, casually reaching out and flicking a soft sword in front of him.

"However, to be precise, this place is not for burying swords, but for burying people."

"people?"

Jiang Yuetian was taken aback, not understanding what her teacher was saying.

You see, the two of them were teleported here as soon as they stepped into the cave, and the place looked particularly desolate. They had hardly encountered anyone along the way.

The only human figure they saw was a rogue cultivator who had been corrupted by demonic energy and turned into a walking corpse.

Out of humanitarian concern, Xiao Jiang thoughtfully gave the rogue cultivator a shot; a headshot shouldn't cause much pain.

Back to the main topic—

Yun Ping's gaze fell on the soft sword in front of him, its blade wreathed in red light, and he said calmly:

Do you know where these swords came from?

"A sword?" Jiang Yuetian blinked, a few glints of light appearing in his purple eyes. "Swords are usually forged, right? Could there be some other way?"

"Have."

Unexpectedly, Yun Ping nodded, then smiled and turned to Jiang Yuetian, saying, "However, if we must categorize it, it should also be classified as 'forging,' just different from processes like blacksmithing, casting, and remelting..."

"The swords here are not forged by craftsmen, but by demons."

"magic?"

"Using the blood and flesh of the dead."

Yunping pointed to a scarlet longsword not far away, its blade exuding an eerie and chilling aura.

Just one glance was enough to see a torrent of blood rushing towards you, as if it were about to engulf you.

"The blade of that sword was forged from the blood of ten thousand people, the hilt was made from the skulls of at least three thousand people, and the number of wronged souls hidden within the sword is countless."

"That soft sword was made by extracting the meridians of thousands of people, and its hilt was made from the flesh of a saint. The power of a single sword strike could probably directly draw out the Great Dao of Demons."

"The short sword was described as a skeleton, and it was indeed made from the flesh and skulls of no less than a hundred Void Realm experts. The hilt had a Three-Image Ghostly Evil Array, which was forged from the essence and blood of three saints. The sword aura was cold and evil, and anything that came into contact with this sword, whether dead or alive, would decay."

As Yunping explained, Jiang Yuetian's face grew increasingly grim...

Every sword here was forged using extremely terrifying and cruel evil magic; if one had to put it bluntly, it could indeed be called forging.

It's just that the forging technique... is different from others.

"So the teacher said that people are actually buried here..."

“That’s right.” Yunping nodded, took a deep breath, and continued, “Every sword here has cost countless lives. Although it looks like a sword tomb on the surface, it is actually a burial ground for human bones.”

"This demonic half-immortal..." Jiang Yuetian gasped, a hint of fear in his eyes, "Just how many people did he slaughter in his lifetime...?"

Yunping shook his head, looking up at the slope above. "I don't know, but these are just the people he killed after he became a demon. Who knows how many he killed before he became a demon?"

After all, he was someone who had entered the realm of half-immortal through the demonic path.

Throughout history, there have been countless demonic cultivators. In any era, there have always been those who harm living beings in pursuit of higher cultivation levels. However, those who can ascend to the demigod realm through demonic cultivation are extremely rare.

Each of the demonic half-immortals has slaughtered an astronomical number of beings, a number that is too unthinkable to comprehend.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuetian couldn't help but feel worried.

"Teacher, are we really not going to look for Yu Chan and the others? This is the tomb of a half-immortal of the demonic path... They might run into trouble."

"Trouble?" Yunping's mind conjured up the image of that silly girl, Ye Yuchan, and he waved his hand helplessly. "Those girls are already doing me a favor by not causing me any trouble... Who would dare to mess with them..."

"but……"

"Don't worry." Yun Ping naturally knew what Jiang Yuetian was worried about, and then showed a reassuring smile. "I've been watching over them the whole time. Don't worry, if anything happens to them, I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Now... let's continue on our way."

The young man in white pointed to a corner of a building that was slightly visible above and gave Jiang Yuetian a subtle smile.

……

The existence of that strange building is indeed quite intriguing.

From what could be seen, it appeared to be an extremely spacious mansion, somewhat resembling the compound of some noble families.

Its exterior appears to be dilapidated, giving it a somewhat ancient, ruin-like feel.

But what it actually looks like, we'll only know once we get up there.

Before that—

"It looks like we can't get through without going through here..."

Jiang Yuetian stood at the entrance of the slope, staring blankly at the dense forest of swords in front of him, which was so dense that there was no place to stand.

He turned his gaze to Yun Ping, because his cultivation level was not yet high enough to allow him to walk on air, but Yun Ping could.

However, the old rogue had no such intention at all.

"What, Xiao Jiang, aren't you even a little bit interested in these evil swords?"

Jiang Yuetian's lips twitched, and he said helplessly, "Teacher... I use a gun, so naturally I have no interest in swords."

"That's not my interest. I mean, don't you want to know where these swords came from?"

"Wasn't it said... that it was created by this demonic half-immortal killing people?"

"emmm..."

Yunping narrowed his deadpan eyes, his gaze towards Jiang Yuetian shifting several times.

He was silent for a few seconds, then blurted out a sentence.

"It seems we can't let Xiao Jiang continue to have too much contact with those two girls, Yu Chan and Ruo Xue. Our once clever and quick-witted Xiao Jiang is almost assimilated into a fool."

"Idiot...idiot?"