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

He stared at the black dagger that Jin He was turning and playing with in his palm, his eyes widening in astonishment. He stood there dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

what is that?

Ding Bo's divine sense probed the dagger the moment it appeared, because the mere sight of it gave him an extremely ominous feeling.

His divine sense was completely unable to penetrate it, as if it contained some evil thing that heaven and earth could not tolerate. In fact, as soon as his divine sense slightly touched the short dagger, a bone-chilling cold would sweep over his entire body, as if it would freeze his divine sense.

An evil thing... an absolutely evil thing!

Ding Bo's body trembled violently, and almost subconsciously, he took a step back, his eyes filled with terror.

"What do you mean by that?" he questioned Jin He.

"You should know better than I do what I mean."

Jin He continued to play with the short dagger in his hand, smiling as he looked at Ding Bo: "Although I think that with your upright character, you would not choose to submit to the Demon Dynasty, you are still a Nascent Soul cultivator. It would be a pity if you were swallowed up by the Demon Dynasty like this."

Ding Bo narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through Jin He's intentions: "Are you extending an olive branch to me?"

"I'm just giving you a choice."

Jin He spread his hands and smiled slightly: "Either choose to live and die with the Ranshan Sect and stay on this land forever, or... make a decision that the two remaining members of your Ren family will not regret."

His right hand, holding the short dagger, stretched out into the air, a hopeful smile appearing on his lips.

Ding Bo knew what Jin Shihe meant.

He also knew that if the dagger had pierced the chest of the Ranshan Sect Master at the last moment, that person who held absolute power in the Ranshan Sect would have died on the spot.

He knew even better that if he were the one to carry out the assassination at the last minute, the kind old man who trusted him so much, the leader of the Ranshan Sect, would certainly not have expected it at all.

But Ding Bo did not take the dagger.

"The Sect Master has shown me and Miss immense kindness; how could I possibly do such a despicable thing..."

"The Four Demon Lords of the Demon Dynasty".

Jin He interrupted Ding Bo.

Ding Bo was so captivated by those five short words that he stood there in a daze.

Jin He smiled knowingly, then walked with relaxed steps to Ding Bo, grasped Ding Bo's right hand, and placed the black dagger that exuded an ominous aura into Ding Bo's hand.

The latter stared blankly up at her, her voice tinged with disbelief: "What did you say..."

"One of the four Demon Lords of the Demon Dynasty... that lord has returned."

"He...will come to the Ranshan Sect?"

"He will."

Jin He nodded firmly and explained softly:

"Because Cangyue City is a place that the Demon Dynasty must take. As you know, the Lantian Empire has been resisting for years, and that Demon Emperor... doesn't have much patience left."

……

Ding Bo stared at the short dagger in his hand, almost unable to control himself; his right hand trembled uncontrollably.

This short dagger will take the life of the Liaoran Mountain Sect.

It would also take the life of that Ranshan Sect Master.

He couldn't help but recall the time when he and young Ren Yao escaped from that raging inferno, facing certain death... It was the sect leader of Ranshan Sect who discovered them, pulled them back from the brink of death, and gave them a second home.

The debt of gratitude is as heavy as a mountain! It is a debt of gratitude that saved my life, and even more so, a debt of gratitude that ensured the continuation of the Ren family line!

How could Uncle Ding possibly...

He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and gripped the short dagger, intending to return it to Jin Heshi.

Jin He, however, seemed to have anticipated this and smiled.

"Uncle Ding, do you know why the Ren family of the Extreme Heaven Domain was destroyed?"

Ding Bo was startled by these words, his body trembling: "...What did you say?!"

"You've always wanted to know why the Ren family, which had the potential to become a Heavenly-level family, was wiped out overnight, haven't you? You must really want to know who... destroyed your Ren family?"

"Who is it?!"

Faced with Ding Bo's surprised question, Jin He smiled and pointed to the top of his head.

Then, he slowly uttered two words.

"Xiandu".

……

Speechless.

Ding Bo stared at the black dagger in his hand and fell silent.

Jin He then came up behind Ding Bo, put his hands on Ding Bo's shoulders, and let out a strange laugh.

"The Demon Dynasty and the Immortal Capital must be destroyed; Ding Bo knows this all too well."

"This is an opportunity, Uncle Ding... a good opportunity to achieve revenge. That Xiandu that wiped out your entire Ren family, made you homeless, made you wish you were dead, and made you suffer immense grief... You can't take revenge on your own, you can't even touch the heel of Xiandu."

"But if you join the Demon Dynasty, you should understand... that this is the only way to take revenge on the Immortal Capital."

……

Ding Bo trembled, staring at the short dagger in his hand with a look of fear and unease.

Over the years, he dreamed every night of the night the Ren family was destroyed... Heavenly fire descended, ten thousand swords rained down, and the entire Ren family, men, women, and children, were stained red with endless blood in the blink of an eye...

He also remembered that the head and mistress of the Ren family did their best to hand over the infant Ren Yao to him, who was a servant, so that he could take Ren Yao away and carry on the last line of the Ren family.

Jin He smiled slightly, looking at Ding Bo with satisfaction.

"Think it over carefully. Do you choose to die with the last descendant of the Ren family, or do you choose to unleash your sword of revenge against Xiandu? This choice... is up to you, Uncle Ding."

He finished speaking.

Jin He's figure turned into a wisp of gray smoke and disappeared completely from the manor.

In the vast courtyard, only Uncle Ding remained.

thump--

Without any warning.

The old man, weak all over and with lifeless eyes, knelt on the ground, clutching the black dagger in his hand, trembling with fear.

He remained silent for a long, long time.

Until his body stopped trembling, until his consciousness was no longer blurred.

Finally, Ding Bo took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he put the black dagger into his storage ring.

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Outside Cangyue City.

The mass grave has always been a restricted area under the jurisdiction of Cangyue City. It is filled with demonic energy and mortals are not allowed to enter. Even cultivators who want to step into it have to consider their own abilities.

Ren Yao felt that she had some abilities.

Although this girl had only stood on the edge of the mass grave when she went to the Pure Demon Capital before, she was still someone who had been to the mass grave, and she could occasionally brag about it to the outer disciples.

From this perspective, Ren Yao feels that she is quite remarkable!

not to mention……

Ren Yao is a little different today!

"Hehehe...hehehe..."

Walking along the forest path, Ren Yao, a girl from the Ranshan Sect, smiled foolishly as she stroked the gold ring on her right hand, a sense of sacredness welling up within her.

This was a treasure given to me by the mysterious and unpredictable Master Yun. It was a relic of a Buddhist saint, used to ward off evil spirits and demons. It was incredibly precious.

Although it doesn't look special on the surface, since it was given by Grandpa Yun, it must be something extraordinary!

Ren Yao believed it.

After all, it's that Uncle Yun, the one even the highly skilled Uncle Ding willingly calls "Uncle." How could he possibly lie to me?

With this thought in mind, Ren Yao gradually suppressed her smile.

Well then... let's give it a try!

Thinking of this, Ren Yao stopped in the woods. She stretched out her right hand, her face solemn, and looked toward a grove of trees to the side, her spiritual energy sinking.

She imagined that the evil spirits that needed to be purified and exorcised were in front of her, and immediately poured her spiritual energy into her arm.

The girl said in a low, deep voice:

"Demons and monsters, get out! Demons and monsters, get out!"

……

however.

Although the spiritual energy was already circulating in Ren Yao's palm, the golden ring didn't even flicker, let alone release any power.

An awkward, cold wind blew by, and the woods in front of Ren Yao were quiet except for the slight rustling of the leaves.

The scene became very awkward.

Ren Yao blinked blankly, stopped her overly dramatic gesture, reached out and touched the ring on her hand, tilting her head slightly.

It doesn't seem to have started...

She scratched her head in confusion. "Could it be that I started it in the wrong position?"

—This girl never imagined that the so-called exorcising item Yunping gave her was just an ordinary ring.

However, Ren Yao is Ren Yao after all, and she automatically filled in the blank with a reason that didn't exist at all.

"I get it! It must be because we haven't encountered a real demon yet, that's why this treasure hasn't worked! Hmm, that must be it."

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but smile again, her smile so innocent and carefree.