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

But Zhouyi was slapped into the platform, and half of his face was immediately ulcerated!

"You bastard!!!"

Zhou Yi never expected that Yun Ping would actually dare to hit her. She immediately got up from the ground, retreated several meters, and ignored the wound on her face. She casually summoned a brush and drew several strokes of ink in the air, which were covered with demonic energy!

What he cultivates is the Way of Literature!

Upon seeing this, Yun Ping's expression turned even colder, and his gaze became even more murderous!

"Literature and Dao?"

His tone carried a hint of annoyance, and he flung his hand away!

The ink that flowed towards him vanished in an instant.

Yunping was too lazy to actively chase after the wrinkle-reducing instrument. He simply twisted his hand and grabbed at the void.

Before she could regain consciousness, Zhou Yi felt the world shift, and before she could react, Yun Ping grabbed her and pulled her in front of him.

He was greatly alarmed and hurriedly tried to wield his brush, but Yunping's hand was much faster than his.

“A person who cultivates literature should be well-versed in all kinds of books, so he should know good and evil and understand human nature. But you have fallen into the demonic path, killing and drinking blood?”

Yunping grabbed Zhouyi's arm and squeezed it hard.

Click, click!

The wrinkled hand bones were instantly shattered!

Yunping showed no sign of stopping. With a casual tug, he tore Zhou Yi's arm off and then stomped it into dust.

"Blood Refining Spirit, Soul Stealing, I can see the blood of nearly a million people on your hands!"

“You killed men who went out to chop firewood to start a fire, women who waited for their husbands to return at dusk, and children who played and strolled around the village entrance… You killed millions of people whose lives were piled up with theirs. Can such a person be considered a scholar, a person who cultivates literature?”

"Don't you dare insult my principles!"

Yunping grabbed Zhouyi by the neck and slammed him onto the platform.

The platform collapsed in the next instant!

At this moment, the demonic energy binding Ye Yuchan vanished completely. As she fell, she hurriedly circulated her spiritual energy to protect Xun Ranqing and the others. At the same time, she cast several spells to temporarily protect the other Ranshan Sect disciples in the training ground.

Upon landing, Yunping stepped onto Zhouyi.

He stared coldly at Zhou Yi, and his words echoed throughout the entire Ranshan Sect.

"I've never had a good impression of those who cultivate demonic arts, let alone you beasts who take pleasure in taking lives. Don't give me that 'survival of the fittest' nonsense. In this world, I am the strong!"

With domineering words uttered from his mouth, Yun Ping pulled Zhou Yi up and slammed his palm onto the top of his head.

boom!

The ground beneath Zhou Yi's feet suddenly collapsed, creating a huge crater. In the center of the crater, Zhou Yi knelt, covered in blood, unable to speak or move!

His head trembled slightly, and his lips moved weakly... as if he wanted to struggle.

In the end, he managed to utter only a few words with a faint breath.

"You... dare to touch... my... Demon Dynasty... will not... spare you..."

"Mo Chao?"

Yunping glanced coldly at Zhouyi, then raised his head and looked at the coffin floating in mid-air.

He kicked Zhou Yi in the chest, shattering his internal organs and destroying his spiritual root, forcing him back into the coffin.

The next moment, his gaze fell on Jin He and the others.

The moment their eyes met Yun Ping's, Jin He and the others trembled and inexplicably knelt down.

They didn't expect that.

I really didn't expect Yunping to make a move.

And with a single move, he completely obliterated Zhou Yi! That damned man was the Demon Lord of the Demon Dynasty, one of the Sixteen Demon Lords, a Saint of the Demonic Path!

He's just going to start a fight like that? Isn't he afraid of being hunted down by the Demon Emperor and wiped out by the True Immortals?!

Yunping's gaze first fell on Li Linsa, and with a tug of his right hand, he pulled Li Linsa to his front.

He struck Li Linsa on the head with another palm, shattering the cultivation of this maternal grandfather of the Ranshan Sect. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he knelt on both knees, his beautiful feather robe stained red with blood.

"Considering you were just an accomplice and your evil intentions were not serious, I'll spare your life. But for the rest of your life, you'll be bedridden and atoning for your sins to your sister."

"roll!"

Yun Ping kicked Li Linsa away, then ignored him and turned his attention back to the four elders who had sided with the Demon Dynasty.

When facing them, Yunping's eyes saw nothing but killing intent.

With another twist of his right hand, the three of them immediately appeared in front of the cloud.

Recalling what had just happened, they were so terrified that they immediately tried to escape.

But Yunping would never give them that chance. Since he had already made his move, he was going to make it clean and thorough!

"I said I'd send you all to hell, and none of you will escape today!"

boom! boom! boom!

With three slaps, three bloody figures knelt on the ground!

Yunping stepped forward and kicked all three of them into the air with perfect accuracy, sending them flying into the black coffin that was still exuding demonic energy.

"In the end, it's you, you traitorous dog!"

Jin He was stunned when he heard this. He had no will to resist. He was so scared that he couldn't even speak. He just turned his back and ran away.

But no matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't escape Yunping's strange right hand.

Throughout, Yunping simply stood still, without moving an inch, and with a tug of his right hand, he pulled Jin He in front of him as well.

The moment Jin He saw Yun Ping, he was afraid.

This time, he was truly afraid.

Before Yun Ping could even make a move, he knelt on the ground and frantically kowtowed to Yun Ping.

"Grandpa, you're my grandpa..."

“I only had a momentary evil thought and followed the demonic tide. Please spare my life for the sake of all the things I did for the Ranshan Sect... Just this once, I will never dare to do it again.”

Looking at Jin He, who was kowtowing repeatedly, Yun Ping said calmly, "You're not cultivating demonic arts anymore?"

"I'm not fixing it anymore, I'm not fixing it anymore, I'll never fix it again in my life!!"

Jin He hurriedly raised his head, tears streaming down his face and snot running down his nose, repeatedly muttering, "I...I'll just cripple my cultivation, I'll...I'll just destroy all my demonic arts!"

"Oh?"

A smile suddenly bloomed on Yunping's face.

Upon seeing this, Jin He quickly put on a forced smile, his lips barely parting in a grin.

however.

The smile on Yunping's face vanished completely in the next instant.

"Is it all over once your demonic arts are destroyed? Is it all over once you stop cultivating demonic arts? What about the lives you've taken, the mortals you personally tortured and killed, and the ones you refined into blood spirits?"

"Can you come back? Can you come back?!"

He questioned angrily, then slapped down mercilessly.

This time, he did not choose to cripple Jin He.

Instead, he slapped him directly on the head, smashing Jin He's entire body to pieces and turning it into dust. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and then Yun Ping casually waved his hand in mid-air, turning the flesh and flesh into dust and disappearing without a trace.

died.

The physical body perished directly, and the soul also turned into dust.

However, Jin He, an elder of the Ranshan Sect, died on the spot!

But this was not the end. Yunping stomped his right foot on the ground, and a wooden sword beside him spun up and landed in his hand.

He looked up at the dark sky, at the figure of several people, and at the twitching wrinkled face, and then thrust out his sword.

"The Demon Dynasty, is it?"

"I'll show you right now what my attitude is towards the Demon Dynasty!"

A sword pierces the sky.

Whether it's the coffin, the burial rites, the four elders, or the gloomy sky.

With a single sword strike, all turned to dust.

The dark clouds suddenly burst apart, restoring the brilliant sunlight.

The pitch-black coffin was also reduced to nothingness by this sword strike.

……

The four patriarchs who surrendered to the Demon Dynasty are dead.

Zhou Yi, one of the sixteen demon lords of the Demon Dynasty, also died.

He arrived with his coffin.

When they die, they are taken to the coffin.

This time, he was no longer the Corpse Demon Lord, but a real dead man.

Under the clear sky, the warm sun generously shone down, illuminating the young man's plain face and the wooden sword in his hand.

At this moment, no one spoke.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I probably thought that after the previous chapter was released, a lot of people criticized me for cutting off the chapter.

So I rushed to finish this chapter.

Are you satisfied now?

Aren't you going to give me something? (hint)