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

Not only that.

Yuan'er lay in a pool of blood, her body trembling violently. An indescribable toxin was spreading rapidly within her body, first through her flesh and blood, then through her meridians, and finally through her spiritual root and consciousness.

"What's this……?"

Lin Yuan clutched the bloody hole in her chest tightly, blood stained black by an unknown substance flowing through her fingers. She frowned, unable to suppress the pain on her face.

Huang Luo yawned, feeling rather bored, lowered his head, and rubbed the ball of his foot against Yuan'er's back, squinting his eyes with a smile: "Looks like the poison has already taken effect."

"poison……?"

"It's just a precautionary measure."

Huang Luo suddenly exerted force with his feet, and under the pressure of that enormous force, Yuan'er's internal organs trembled violently. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly vomited a large amount of black blood.

Looking at the black blood that had blended into the ground, Huang Luo yawned and said, "To make sure you die here, I poisoned the sword with a kind of poison made from the Black Grass of Calamity."

Lin Yuan's vision blurred, and she felt her consciousness becoming increasingly unclear: "The Calamity Ends... Black Grass...?"

The calamity is over?

Isn't that... the eye that the guy named Zuo He got from the Demon Dynasty?

The eye called the Eye of Calamity, and the poison called the Black Grass of Calamity.

Her flesh was corroded, her meridians felt like they were being gnawed by countless ants, her abdomen felt like it was being desperately ripped open by rats, and her brain felt like it was being burned by a raging fire—under such excruciating pain, she endured it, bit her lower lip until it bled, and turned her head to look at Huang Luo.

Completely different from the Huang Luo he had seen before... At this moment, his expression resembled that of someone else.

Isn't that obvious?

Both the Black Grass of Calamity and the Eye of Calamity are products of the Demon Dynasty.

The one who bestowed the Eye of Calamity upon Zuo He was the Ghost Lord, revered as one of the Four Demon Lords of the Demon Dynasty—

“Jiang Shengxuan…”

Lin Yuan's words echoed in the quiet, dark space.

She collapsed to the ground, her body gushing out dark blood uncontrollably. She was completely unable to stop the loss of blood, and her tender face was pale and powerless.

just.

Those eyes always held hatred and anger towards the person before them.

"You are... Jiang Shengxuan?"

You guessed half right.

Huang Luo sneered: "I won't expose my true form to you so easily. Your teacher's true cultivation level is still unclear, so I'm just temporarily controlling this person named Huang Luo."

"But he was just a pawn I secretly planted in Xiandu. I can have as many pawns as I want."

"You're the one who made him... come with us..."

“That’s right. But it was just a subconscious command that made him instinctively believe that he needed to be here and with you, so he didn’t lie once throughout the whole thing.”

Huang Luo smiled.

He was laughing heartily, as if he had achieved his goal.

"Everything went so smoothly, it's truly remarkable."

"Jiang Shengxuan...!"

far away.

Jiang Yuetian stared intently at Huang Luo.

Although the other person's appearance was not what he knew, Jiang Yuetian would never forget that look in his eyes.

Hidden in the depths of her memories, the person who had always been the one bullying her... the eldest brother of the Jiang family—Jiang Shengxuan—had always looked at her the same way since childhood.

Disdain, contempt, manipulation, and teasing—not seeing himself as a younger brother, or even... not even a human being, but merely a toy for releasing stress.

He had endured that look for over a decade, so he would never forget it.

"What's wrong? You're acting like you want to fight me just because this girl said a few words to you?"

Huang Luo turned slightly to the side, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and stared arrogantly at Jiang Yuetian.

He grinned and continued, "But it's true, what this girl said was really persuasive. I never expected that this little mouth could be so eloquent."

Huang Luo glanced at Lin Yuan, whose consciousness was gradually fading, and his coldness grew stronger: "But words are just words, they cannot be used as weapons."

"Besides, curses are something that can't be resisted by mere courage."

"Look, the person who put forward this theory of courage is going to die now."

"A cursed lone star, truly deserving of the name, isn't it?"

……

"You're simply..." Lin Yuan gasped for breath. She could feel her life force fading away, but she still glared at Huang Luo with all her might, gritting her teeth as she said, "Isn't this a curse from heaven..."

"Don't blame human actions on God!"

"So what?"

Huang Luo spread his hands and smiled faintly.

Faced with Lin Yuan's question, Huang Luo simply adopted an indifferent attitude: "What Heaven didn't do, I did for it. As long as the final outcome is the same, what difference does it make whether it's man-made or a natural disaster?"

"He must live a lonely life."

Our gaze returned to Jiang Yuetian.

Huang Luo—no, Jiang Shengxuan, who was controlling Huang Luo—had mostly the same look in his eyes as before, except that there was now a hint of vengeful intent in them.

He opened his arms and declared, "My wish is that you die alone, in sorrow, with your eyes wide open in death—that's all."

"So, I will do what God cannot do."

"If your junior sister from your sect comes, I will kill her."

“If your casino friend comes, I will kill your friend.”

“If your lover or partner comes, I will kill your partner.”

"Even if you can't kill him right away, it will only prolong your lifespan, making the people around you live in a dark night full of danger, never at peace, and eventually abandon you."

"In the end, you will be left here alone, suffering eternal pain."

"This is the real 'lone star of destiny,' not just someone cursed by heaven, but someone even heaven cannot save."

……

Jiang Yuetian was trembling all over.

He kept his head down, his face ashen.

With a sudden flick of his right hand, as if to tear through the void, a brand-new magical spear appeared in his hand amidst the flash of his storage ring.

He suddenly raised his head, his purple eyes flashing with boundless hatred.

"Jiang Shengxuan!!"

He roared, and his spiritual energy surged forth.

however--

Huang Luo kept his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed.

"You think you can kill me?"

Do you know where my true self is now?

Jiang Yuetian gripped the gun handle tightly, countless veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He knew, and he understood, that even if he killed Huang Luo, it would be of no use.

This is just a puppet.

Let alone Huang Luo, even if all of Jiang Shengxuan's puppets in Xiandu were killed, Jiang Shengxuan would not suffer much loss.

no way.

Yes.

Jiang Yuetian had no way to deal with Jiang Shengxuan.

As long as Jiang Shengxuan's true form is not here, his anger will never be able to be released.

"Ha, impotent rage." Huang Luo smiled faintly, then turned to look at Lin Yuan, whose breathing had gradually stopped, and said, "You will witness your junior sister turn into a pool of blood."

"Hahaha--"

The arrogant and manic laughter echoed in my ears.

Jiang Shengxuan gasped, quickly stepped forward, picked up Yuan'er, and then retreated to his original position.

Lin Yuan in his arms was icy cold, and her body seemed to be softening to the naked eye.

It wasn't the kind of soft, elastic feel, but rather a sensation where once pressed down, it wouldn't bounce back—her body seemed to be turning into liquid…

What... is this...?

The poison was unknown, and there was no way to find an antidote.

Moreover, he had nothing on him that could prevent death or preserve the soul.

There's no way, there's absolutely no way.

Looking at Lin Yuan, whose head was slumped and whose consciousness was hazy, Jiang Yuetian's face turned ashen, and his pupils trembled violently.

"Yuan'er... Yuan'er..."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

"Senior brother shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have involved you all, shouldn't have made you worry..."

"sorry Sorry……"

He felt the kite in his arms becoming increasingly soft, and even some parts... had begun to ooze black fluid.

As if struck in the heart, his nose stung, his exquisite features contorted in pain, and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Stop...stop..."