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

puff.

The sound of flesh hitting the ground.

Ye Yuchan turned her head and saw the Demon Lord, who had been beaten beyond recognition by Zhang Ruoxue, lying on the ground with a sinister smile on his ferocious face.

As he tried to get up, he looked at Qu Wuxin, whose expression was extremely gloomy, and said, "You surnamed Qu... I didn't expect that you would actually save me this time."

Qu Wuxin glanced at him and sneered, "You can't even defeat a cultivator in the Void Realm. You've truly disgraced our Demon Dynasty."

“That girl’s cultivation technique is very strange… what’s more…” Jade Demon Lord clutched his chest, which was throbbing with pain, and stared at Qu Wuxin with slight astonishment: “She is actually your sister.”

"Just a cowardly traitor." Qu Wuxin smiled coldly, narrowing his eyes: "No need to care."

"So, you can actually do that to her?"

Why not?

Qu Wuxin walked up to Yu Mojun with a smile and patted him on the shoulder: "In this world, there is no one that I, Qu Wuxin, dare not kill."

"Including you..."

The smile on his face gradually froze, replaced by a sinister look in his eyes.

"I dare to kill too."

Jade Demon Lord was startled, and subconsciously felt a chill sweep over his entire body. His meridians seemed to be frozen, and the demonic energy that had just recovered was completely annihilated.

He turned to look at the hand Qu Wuxin had just slapped on his shoulder, his expression one of utter horror: "What are you going to do?!"

"What are we doing?" Qu Wuxin asked as if stating a simple fact: "It's very simple, making use of waste."

Qu Wuxin unleashed his demonic energy and struck out with a palm towards the Jade Demon Lord.

With a loud bang, Jade Demon Lord didn't even have time to scream before his mangled body was smashed into a bloody mist by a single palm strike. The bloody mist then condensed into a blood-red spiritual pill within seconds.

After the Jade Demon Lord's physical body was destroyed, his soul was in a great panic and tried to escape. However, Qu Wuxin grabbed the elixir with one hand, used his demonic energy to absorb the Jade Demon Lord's soul into the blood pill.

"Qu Wuxin!! We are both Demon Lords, how dare you..."

"A piece of trash, daring to stand on equal footing with me, is truly laughable." Qu Wuxin looked at the soul that was gradually being absorbed by the Blood Pill and said indifferently, "Make some insignificant contribution to me, you piece of trash."

"Qu Wuxin, you—!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The Jade Demon Lord's soul was completely absorbed into the Blood Pill, and he fell silent.

Qu Wuxin gazed with satisfaction at the blood pill that had suddenly been covered with a layer of black light, licked his lips expectantly, and swallowed it without any hesitation.

As the Blood Pill entered his body, a look of comfort appeared on Qu Wuxin's face, and the demonic energy within his body was also expanding rapidly.

Unlike the blood pills refined from the physical bodies and souls of other cultivators, although Jade Demon Lord's strength and cultivation were inferior to Qu Wuxin's, he was still a person who had stepped into the path of sainthood through the demonic path. For Qu Wuxin, the blood pills refined by a saint were an excellent tonic.

Once he swallowed the Blood Pill, Qu Wuxin seemed to become a different person. If the original Qu Wuxin gave people the feeling of a passing gloomy wind, now Qu Wuxin, even if he just stood still, gave people a terrifying feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city and the city about to collapse.

"They ate their own comrades... That's just like the way demonic cultivators do it."

Ye Yuchan, who had watched the whole thing from the sidelines, gasped in shock. She couldn't believe that Qu Wuxin would so readily turn his companion into a blood pill and use him as nourishment.

This is tantamount to cannibalism.

"Don't rush, it's your turn now."

Qu Wuxin flicked his sleeve and walked unhurriedly to Ye Yuchan, staring at her with interest: "Your unique physical body... I'm quite interested. I wonder if you'll give me a surprise after I refine you into a pill?"

Ye Yuchan stared at him without changing her expression: "Refine me into pills? I advise you not to do that."

"Oh?" Qu Wuxin narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

"Because I will be born with fiery eyes and three heads and six arms."

Qu Wuxin: "...?"

Looking at the suddenly stunned Qu Wuxin, Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes in boredom. Although she was standing in a rather embarrassing position, she didn't seem to care.

She twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Forget it, I won't talk to you about these jokes you wouldn't understand. Let's talk about something more realistic."

Do you think you can touch me?

As if in a show of defiance, Ye Yuchan asked.

These words sounded like a huge joke to Qu Wuxin.

He looked at Ye Yuchan as if she were an idiot, walked up to her, pinched her chin with his hand, and grinned: "I'll say it again, there is no one in the world that I dare not touch."

"Just because you're a demonic saint?"

"My master... is the ruler of the Demon Dynasty."

Ye Yuchan raised an eyebrow, her heart skipped a beat.

The ruler of the Demon Dynasty, and currently one of the two True Immortals, the Demon Emperor?

No wonder Ye Yuchan always felt that Qu Wuxin was more terrifying than any saint she had ever met before. If he was the disciple of that True Immortal Demon Emperor... he would indeed be quite extraordinary.

but--

"So what?"

Ye Yuchan forced a smile, putting on an indifferent expression.

"Before you touch me, someone will stop you."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Didn't someone just say that?" Ye Yuchan clenched her fists, trying to calm herself as she met Qu Wuxin's gaze: "If you dare to touch me, she will definitely come and beat you up."

"Her? You mean that good-for-nothing?"

At the mention of Zhang Ruoxue, Qu Wuxin's expression turned extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable hatred: "She won't come to save you. With her abilities, she simply can't..."

boom!

A sudden tremor came from beside my ears.

Qu Wuxin seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned around, his face full of disbelief.

At the same time—

"Qu! Wu! Xin! Get your ass out here!!!"

The black-haired woman's desperate roar echoed into the tomb.

……

Accompanying the furious roar was a dark shadow.

It plummeted from the top of the tomb with a thunderous crash, landing right in front of Qu Wuxin.

It was a gray tombstone.

The tombstone lay on the ground, shattered into pieces, its surface clearly marked with countless fist craters, most of which were stained with copious amounts of blood.

"Get out here! Qu Wuxin!"

Like a bolt from the blue, the woman's voice echoed endlessly in Qu Wuxin's ears.

He stared at the blood-stained stones in front of him, gritted his teeth, and his eyes filled with endless hatred.

With a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a black gust of wind and burst out of the tomb.

37. Awakening

A few minutes ago.

The girl, who is experiencing memory regression and personality loss, is locked in a room surrounded by tombstones, lost and confused like a walking corpse.

As Qu Wenxue's memories surged like waves, Zhang Ruoxue's memories seemed increasingly weak and powerless.

In terms of time, Qu Wenxue lived longer and experienced more, and the amount of memories that surged forth was completely overwhelming in a short period of time. Before this, she had only lived for more than forty years as Zhang Ruoxue, which still included the more than twenty years in the Great Wilderness Tianyan Trial.

Compared to the scenes she experienced as Qu Wenxue... Zhang Ruoxue's memories and personality were too fragile, to the point that after the memories flooded into her consciousness, she began to doubt the meaning of her existence.

It even gave rise to the thought that "Zhang Ruoxue's forty-odd years were nothing but a dream."

Because she was in such a state of extreme confusion and bewilderment, she couldn't even tell who she was. It was as if she was caught between reality and a dream, unable to distinguish between them and unable to make any choices.

Qu Wenxue?

Zhang Ruoxue?

His upper body leaned against the cold tombstone wall, his azure eyes like a vast ocean churning with tsunamis... His existence, called self, was being gradually swallowed up.

"Who...am I...?"

The girl in the cage began to question her own existence.

The answer to this came from the voices outside the cage.

No—that doesn't even qualify as an answer.

"Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?"

The voice of youth.

Beyond the impenetrable cage of tombstones, a snow-white robe stood motionless in the eerie wind.

Those unique, dead-fish eyes gazed thoughtfully ahead, at the foot of that gloomy Five Finger Mountain—where, clearly, lay a tomb cave.

He squinted, but did not choose to set off, because there was still plenty of time.

If conditions permit, he hopes to use the means of ending things to hand over to the person trapped in the cage beside him.

"Your question unfortunately hits one of the three great philosophical questions. Unfortunately, I haven't studied this damn philosophy, so I can't give you a definite answer."

He leaned against the stone wall like a passerby, talking to his foolish apprentice across the tombstone.

She could naturally tell who was talking outside.

However, she did not answer, choosing instead to remain lost in the endless darkness, standing motionless in a prison called self.

The young man yawned, sounding rather bored, and said in a flat tone:

"Most people are this silly—when they lie in bed at night and can't sleep, they unconsciously think about human nature, then about themselves, and then about the whole world."

"Why does this world exist? Where did this world come from? What is the meaning of my own existence? Where will I go after I die? Where was I before I was born?"