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

At this moment, the demonic energy within the man's body was completely annihilated by this unexpected headbutt, and the power that had previously drawn the demonic energy into his body was also gone.

Zhang Ruoxue slowly got up, looked at the man who had lost the ability to resist, and without changing her expression, bent down, bit the black thorn that had pierced her right arm with her teeth, and pulled it out with her mouth.

Then, using her right hand, which had regained its mobility, she carefully pulled out the black thorns one by one... a process that would have caused an ordinary person immense pain. The whole process was extremely casual, as if she felt no pain at all.

She glanced indifferently at the faint red light peeking out from under the man's ochre cloak, made no expression, and silently raised her foot, stomping down with all her might.

Click!

The man's body trembled, and silver-white fragments radiating a scarlet aura peeled off his body—these were his protective magical artifacts, the things he used to save his life.

Zhang Ruoxue will not give him any chance to survive.

"Father, mother."

She murmured...remembering the couple who raised her.

She stood in front of the man, looking at the man who had once slaughtered the entire Jinglin Village, and raised her fist.

A deep blue flame burned fiercely in his fist, just like his heart, which was already filled with unbearable pain from revenge.

"Xue'er avenged you."

The words fell.

At this very moment when revenge is about to be completed—

She clearly saw that the man beneath her, who was dying, suddenly raised a strange smile on his hideous face.

laugh?

When Zhang Ruoxue was stunned by this...

boom!

The loud explosion behind her suddenly brought her back to her senses from her absolute focus on the battle.

A terrifying demonic aura, almost identical to that of the man who had previously unleashed the demonic power, swept in from behind. She couldn't help but turn around, only to be met with a sight that made her pupils shrink in shock.

"It really took me a lot of effort. I didn't expect that a mere Void Realm cultivator could hold me off for so long."

He had short, neat, jet-black hair and bright, azure eyes.

A young man dressed in a black Taoist robe slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

Beside him was a figure already covered in wounds.

Her silver hair fell limply down, and the girl in the maid outfit was completely unharmed. At this moment, Ye Yuchan lay helplessly on the ground, panting heavily.

"Ruoxue..."

She looked at Zhang Ruoxue in the distance with a hint of resentment, but she no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

No matter how much she and Zhang Ruoxue planned, they never expected this...

In this Demon Dynasty army's headquarters, besides those targeted by Zhang Ruoxue's revenge—

There was even a demon lord.

"Just give me back my useless, good-for-nothing companion—"

The young man stared at Zhang Ruoxue with interest, his tone calm and relaxed.

Looking at that face he knew all too well, he used a title he hadn't used in a long time, full of meaning.

"my dear……"

"Big sister."

35. And who am I?

Black hair, blue eyes.

The young man had a face that resembled Zhang Ruoxue's in some ways, with identical hair and eye colors, and his facial features also shared some inexplicable similarities.

Upon hearing the other person's words, Zhang Ruoxue narrowed her eyes expressionlessly, panting heavily, and glared angrily at the young man in front of her.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Who the hell is your sister?!"

The young man wore a faint smile as he thoughtfully examined Zhang Ruoxue, his sinister gaze lingering on her.

He pondered for a moment, then grinned: "To see you here... I am quite surprised, but your current state... could it be that you have lost your memory? You don't even recognize your own blood brother?"

So, you see—

Zhang Ruoxue stared at him with an unfriendly expression, clenching one fist and gently pinching the broken elixir hanging around her neck with the other.

"I've never even seen you before, so don't spout nonsense!"

"It seems you really have amnesia."

The young man glanced at Zhang Ruoxue with interest, then seemed to remember something, a mysterious smile in his eyes.

He spoke again, but what he uttered left Zhang Ruoxue completely stunned.

Like a bombshell, it landed with a bang—

"Speaking of which, what about my brother-in-law, Liu Xunkong? Is he... alright?"

……

Liu Xun Kong!

Upon hearing this person's name, Zhang Ruoxue's pupils constricted sharply, and she stared in shock at the young man who bore a striking resemblance to herself.

Brother-in-law... Liu Xun Kong?

In other words, at this moment, Zhang Ruoxue is not seen as "Zhang Ruoxue" in the other party's eyes, but as "Qu Wenxue".

The memories she gained in the Immortal's Tomb still linger in her mind. For the past twenty years, although she has been trying not to think about it, the fact remains. No matter how hard she tries to forget, she will inevitably think about her past in the quiet of the night.

She was originally Qu Wenxue, and she originally had a husband... named Liu Xunkong.

Jinglin Village had no blood connection to her, and the couple who raised her were not her biological parents.

So it is said that—

Zhang Ruoxue stared intently at the young demon lord before her, her teeth chattering, and asked in an uncontrollable tremor, "So, you are...?"

"Do you remember now?" The young man spread his hands, a gust of cold wind brushing against his icy face. He seemed quite pleased with this, smiling broadly as he said, "I am your younger brother..."

"The music has no faith."

She had never heard of this name before.

But the other person's words were like countless silver needles piercing her heart, causing Zhang Ruoxue a sharp pain in her chest, as if the other person had truly hit the nail on the head.

Her younger brother? Her biological younger brother?

The hand gripping the elixir tightened involuntarily.

She knew that Zhang Xiaohan and she were not related by blood at all.

But she never expected that at this moment, her own younger brother, the one in this body, would appear before her in this form.

"But since we're family, things are much easier to discuss."

Qu Wuxin chuckled lightly, then his disdainful gaze fell on the dying Demon Lord in the distance. He snorted coldly and said, "Hurry up and return my useless companion. Killing him will do you no good."

Return it?

Zhang Ruoxue glanced back at the man lying in a pool of blood, still wearing a cold and sinister smile, and felt an overwhelming surge of resentment.

That bastard, that old scoundrel, killed the entire village! He has countless lives on his hands, and he's the culprit who killed that Zhang couple.

For more than 20 years, Zhang Ruoxue has imagined the day she would take revenge with her own hands every time she falls asleep.

And now, she's being asked to hand over this perfect opportunity for revenge and let him leave?

Are you kidding me?!

Zhang Ruoxue looked at Qu Wuxin with a complicated expression, clenched her fists tightly, and said sharply, "He must die today."

"How ruthless! Such a strong killing intent." Qu Wuxin smiled and narrowed his eyes, laughing helplessly.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his foot and stepped on Ye Yuchan's head.

The silver-haired girl had just raised her head when she was stomped down. Although she was still trying to struggle, the power of the saint was far beyond what Ye Yuchan could resist at this moment.

She has done her best.

Earlier, when Zhang Ruoxue was fighting with that demonic saint, Ye Yuchan had already sensed the terrifying aura of a saint coming from under the dark Five Finger Mountain.

In order to prevent Zhang Ruoxue from being attacked from both sides, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to stop the demonic saint.

She did indeed successfully entangle her opponent, preventing Qu Wuxin from interfering with Zhang Ruoxue immediately, thus buying Ruoxue a lot of time to defeat the demonic saint.

But in the end, he was no match for Qu Wuxin and had no choice but to be defeated.

Her trembling body caught Zhang Ruoxue's attention. She glared angrily at Qu Wuxin, her teeth clenched.

"Let her go!!"

Qu Wuxin remained unmoved by Zhang Ruoxue's anger, nonchalantly crushing Ye Yuchan's mangled body with his toe: "You release her first, then I'll release her."

Seeing Qu Wuxin's trampling actions, Zhang Ruoxue was filled with rage and pointed directly at Qu Wuxin: "You dare to touch her and see what happens!!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking...

Qu Wuxin activated his demonic energy and delivered a heavy stomp to Ye Yuchan's back.

Ye Yuchan felt a sweet taste in her heart, and a large amount of blood gushed from her throat. She subconsciously spat it out, and the strength that had just surged in her body diminished even more.

Qu Wuxin, with a faint smile on his face, stepped on Ye Yuchan and said to Zhang Ruoxue, "I moved, so what?"

"you--!"

"What?" Qu Wuxin looked at Zhang Ruoxue with an innocent expression, seemingly puzzled: "Sister, do you really intend to harm your own brother who shares your bloodline?"

"You haven't fallen into demonic possession, have you? You're not so heartless as to not recognize your own family, are you, sister?"

Family...

Zhang Ruoxue's mind, which had just been filled with anger, was suddenly doused with cold water.