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

"interesting……"

Blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

With disheveled hair, rumpled clothes, and decaying spiritual roots, the old man, Jin He, struggled to stand up again with great difficulty.

He pressed his withered right hand to his forehead, his entire body trembling.

But it wasn't a trembling of fear.

"Hmph hmph hmph... Hmph hmph hmph haha ​​...

"Then there's nothing we can do! There's nothing we can do!"

Suddenly, a terrifying, eerie laugh erupted.

Ye Yuchan's expression turned serious. Her spiritual energy suddenly exploded, crushing the restrictive array around her. At the same time, she quickly drew her black longbow and looked at Jin He warily.

She didn't believe the other person was simply making a last-ditch effort or just having a fit of madness.

That smile gave her a chill.

"Well, there's nothing I can do then..."

"Originally, I wanted to keep it, to keep the entire Ranshan Sect and make it my own, but now that things have come to this, I have no other choice but to let you go with the Ranshan Sect..."

"No—to be buried along with the entire Crescent Moon City!"

Jin He's smile came to an abrupt end.

He expressionlessly pulled a jet-black token from his storage ring and clenched it tightly with his right hand.

Click!

When the token shattered.

A strange, eerie wind suddenly swept across the sky, and darkness enveloped the entire firmament.

"Demon Lord, it's time for you to make your appearance."

Dark lightning fell from the sky, and in an instant, the yin wind transformed into demonic energy, and a raging storm of demonic power swept through the entire Ranshan Sect.

At the same time, an aura that seemed to surpass everyone else suddenly descended.

That was the aura of the demonic path.

It also possesses the aura of a saint.

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Barring any unforeseen circumstances, there will only be one update today—because I have a lot of classes.

But I've been working very hard lately, so it should be fine, right?

(Makes a sound indicating a desire to give a reward)

25. I'm not the Monkey King, but I'm here anyway.

Upon hearing the words "Demon Lord," Xun Ranqing trembled involuntarily. His hand, which was covering his wound, shook twice, and the spiritual energy in his palm was almost subconsciously severed. The demonic energy overflowing from the wound spread outwards even further.

Four Demon Lords and sixteen Demon Kings.

They are the mainstay of the Demon Dynasty standing at the top of the Desolate Heaven Domain. Although the cultivation level of the sixteen Demon Lords did not reach the level of the four Demon Lords, they are still Saints who have stepped into the Dao!

In the eyes of a sage, penetrating the void and absorbing spiritual energy are no different; this is not just empty talk.

Night falls.

When a sage appears, the world changes color.

Half of the sun was covered by the rolling darkness. In an instant, dark clouds pressed in, and wisps of black smoke rose from the thin air, so thick that they seemed to drip water. At the top of the nine beautiful peaks of the mountain sect, accompanied by gusts of evil wind, the hundreds of rare spiritual plants on the hundreds of spiritual fields withered and their spiritual energy dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Visibly, a black mist billowed up on the distant horizon of Ranshan Sect, like a thousand horses galloping across the land, turning vegetation to ashes and scattering all life. It then swirled up towering dust, advancing with overwhelming force.

However, the members of the Ranshan Sect were horrified. From that black mist, they could only feel an indescribable coldness and deathly silence, as if the Grim Reaper himself was riding the cold wind and treading heavily to reap the harvest.

"Hey, hey... this is a huge deal..."

Ye Yuchan's eyes narrowed, and she subconsciously gripped the magic weapon Black Rain in her hand, cold sweat inadvertently trickling down her forehead.

She is currently only at the peak of the Void Realm. It is already quite an achievement to have cultivated to this level in such a short time. However, she still has not reached the level where she can draw out the Great Dao, and therefore cannot ascend to sainthood.

She knew all too well the difference between a Void Realm expert and a Sage.

Even if her archery skills were at the Freedom Realm, she could still overcome any skill with sheer force. A true sage could easily disregard her archery skills by using the power of the Great Dao and kill her in the blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, Ye Yuchan gritted her teeth and glared at Jin He, who was standing there laughing loudly: "The younger one got beaten up and now the older one comes along, this plot feels too familiar..."

In a situation like this, if it were an old scoundrel, he would probably beat up the old man too, right?

Unconsciously, Ye Yuchan would always think of a certain man.

Ye Yuchan knew that she was not the person she longed for day and night, and she also knew that she was no match for him.

Escape? She might not be able to escape on her own, let alone with the entire Ranshan Sect here. Judging from Jin He's tone, the Demon Lord probably doesn't intend to leave any survivors.

Fight? She's the only one left with any fighting ability. Let her fight a saint? That's practically suicide.

"Tsk, this is troublesome."

The silver-haired woman, realizing she was in a dilemma, took a deep breath.

Unlike before, Ye Yuchan simply stood still, calmly contemplating, saying nothing, and striving to maintain inner peace.

This scene, seen by a young man who is still hanging in mid-air with the expression "watching the show" written all over his face, is quite comforting.

Over the past thirty years, this girl has clearly grown a lot, not only in terms of cultivation but also in her state of mind...

If it were the old Ye Yuchan, she would probably be terrified by now, probably jumping around in panic.

Although he was very pleased with Ye Yuchan's growth, a barely perceptible pity still flashed in the old rogue's eyes.

To become what it is today, it must have gone through quite a lot.

Unconsciously, he suddenly felt somewhat sorry for his disciples. Suddenly losing his wings, although it could be considered a kind of training, was too sudden.

……

Although Ye Yuchan was still thinking of a foolproof solution, she didn't have much time left.

Because the black fog... has already descended.

A dark shadow flew out from the billowing dust and instantly appeared precisely inside the Ranshan Sect.

Surprisingly, the shadow was not actually a person.

It was a coffin.

The dark coffin was engraved with hundreds of strange runes, and in the very center of the coffin was a purple bat mark. If you looked closely, you would find that a strange array was engraved inside the bat mark.

hum~

Centered on the coffin lid, a pure black ripple suddenly emanated outwards, and then, as it spread, it transformed into a wisp of black smoke, rising into the air and enveloping the coffin lid.

crunch--

The sound of the coffin lid moving.

"How pathetic. He had already fallen into demonic possession, yet he still ended up like this."

Inside the coffin, in the endless darkness, a dark blue eye suddenly opened.

His dark blue right eye held a mixture of mockery and disdain for Jin He.

The black smoke moved the coffin lid slowly like a demonic hand, and the dark interior of the coffin gradually revealed its original appearance.

Standing inside the coffin was a person.

A young man.

He wore a snow-white robe and a blue sash, with a slender, delicate face and charming peach blossom eyes. He had flowing medium-length hair that reached his shoulders and was tied up with a black jade hairpin. The hairpin swayed in the cold wind, looking as if it might come undone at any moment, yet it held the young man's soft hair firmly in place.

His skin was as pale as a dead man's, and there was no sign of life on his body. Apart from the lingering color in his blue eyes that gave him a semblance of being alive, the rest of his body was truly indistinguishable from a corpse.

With a slight, flippant upturn of his chapped lips, the young man stepped out of the coffin beneath a sky full of dark clouds.

The demonic energy transformed into smoke, which then condensed into clouds. The young man stood atop those dark clouds, looking down at Ye Yuchan and the others as if they were mere ants.

Hidden within that smile was a subtle killing intent.

It seems to exist but not exist, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, making it impossible to grasp.

Upon seeing this person, Jin He's smile widened to its fullest extent. He immediately knelt before the young man, pressed his head to the ground, and kowtowed three times: "Welcome, Demon Lord! Welcome, Demon Lord! Welcome, Demon Lord!!"

With a slight smile and an air of elegance, the young man glanced at Jin He, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Since you've summoned me, you should know my requirements, right?"

"I know! Of course I know!"

Jin He suddenly raised his head, then turned back with a ferocious expression, his gaze fixed on Ye Yuchan and the others.

As if he had made up his mind, he turned around and kowtowed to the young man again.

"Since they are all unwilling to submit to the Demon Dynasty, then everyone here can be offered as a sacrifice to the Demon Lord!"

"So, does that mean the entire Ranshan Sect can be killed?"

"We beg you, Demon Lord... to spare no one!"

"Haha, great!!"

The young man seemed quite satisfied and burst into laughter.

He was originally a demonic cultivator who practiced the Blood Sacrifice Spirit Technique. The more people he killed, the more essence blood he accumulated, and the stronger his cultivation became. Although there were very few people with strong cultivation in the Ranshan Sect, there were many of them. For him, it was a feast!

He licked his dry lips and looked at Jin He with satisfaction, seemingly in a good mood: "This Ranshan Sect originally belonged to you, but since you have summoned my true self and are willing to offer the entire Ranshan Sect to me, then I will consider it a favor I owe you. When we return to the Demon Dynasty, I will definitely put in a good word for you before the Demon Lord."

Jin He was taken aback, then looked at the young man with immense gratitude: "That would be excellent!"

After saying this, he smacked his head several times!

He looked exactly like someone who was being treated like a dog by the young man.

"Alright, step back. It has been a long time since I've had a proper meal."

"As ordered!"

Jin He quickly got up, then smiled excitedly, dragging his blood-stained body and retreating to the edge of the platform with a wicked grin.