Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

"You're just kidding!"

"It's obvious that these hypocritical sheep are just putting on a show for themselves."

"I'm warning you, don't call it 'two-legged sheep' again, the sheep offended you!"

"Good fourth brother, I know I was wrong, please calm down."

Seeing that Qingxiaozi deliberately distanced himself, the demons disguised as bandits and a father and daughter stopped pretending and revealed their true forms, which were even taller than the forest. A terrifying demonic aura instantly spread through the forest.

From their vantage point high above, the seven demons instantly locked onto Qingxiaozi, who was riding on the back of an ox.

At this moment, one of the strange demons with a white ram's head and three eyes suddenly felt that Qingxiaozi gave him a strange feeling. He was born with a strange spirit and could perceive many things that other demons could not.

It always felt that Qingxiaozi didn't seem like a human, but rather vaguely resembled these demons.

However, this feeling was too faint; it was just a subtle sensation that flashed by in an instant. In normal times, this level of sensation was mostly an illusion, so it was not taken to heart. Instead, it focused on fighting the enemy.

Qingxiaozi stopped pretending and raised his head to put the scriptures away.

He narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes, his gaze turning cold and sharp as he looked at the seven terrifying demons that almost obscured the moonlight.

"So it's you, the Eight Maggots of Gongyang Mountain! No, I've already killed your sixth one, so now it's just the Seven Maggots!" Qingxiaozi mocked mercilessly.

"Maggots!" The leader of the bull-headed trolls had a voice as loud as thunder, and his words alone stirred up a wave of sound. "Two-legged beast, you killed my sixth brother first, and now you have insulted the eight mountain gods of Gongyang Mountain. You must die here today!"

"Insult?" Qingxiaozi sneered. "Don't think I don't know your origins. The mountain god of Gongyang Mountain was killed by a great demon. After his death, his divine body was tainted by demonic energy and underwent a transformation. Aren't you just maggots on the divine corpse, who obtained the essence of the divine corpse and absorbed demonic energy to transform into this form?"

"Am I wrong to call you maggots? Aren't you all born from maggots?" Qingxiaozi mercilessly exposed their shortcomings. "Indeed, a maggot will always be a maggot. Even if you call yourselves mountain gods, you can't escape the stench of a cesspool!"

The minotaur spews fire from its nostrils. These eight creatures were indeed transformed from maggots on the body of a god, but they were deeply ashamed of their origins and never allowed anyone to mention them.

Even if it's a sensitive word that they associate with one's origins, they will seize on the speaker, grind them to dust, and scatter their ashes into a cesspool.

Now Qingxiaozi is directly confronting them, which is intolerable!

The minotaur pulled out a giant axe, which was entirely black with green patterns all over its surface and emitted a strong, fishy stench.

This axe was forged from a single piece of black rock from Gongyang Mountain, making it extremely hard. It also captured a poisonous insect from Gongyang Mountain, extracted its venom, and soaked the axe surface in it, making it highly poisonous and almost lethal upon contact with blood.

"Die!" The Minotaur raised his battle axe and delivered a powerful leaping slash.

Then, the second demon with the ram's head raised a double-pronged fork, the third demon with the wolf's head drew a blood-red serrated longsword, the fourth demon with the tiger's head wielded a giant sword, the fifth demon with the bee's head was surrounded by bee stings, the seventh demon with the rabbit's head held a bone-shaped long stick, and the eighth demon with the pig's head wielded a pair of chained swords.

The six demons joined forces and charged towards Qingxiaozi, following behind their leader, the Bull-Headed Demon.

Faced with this offensive that could almost sweep away mountains, Qingxiaozi smiled disdainfully. He simply snapped his fingers, and the Qingxiao Magic Sword on his back shot out of its sheath, swimming through the air like a dragon.

Facing the combined attack of the seven demons, which was imbued with overwhelming malevolent energy, Qingxiaozi stood firmly in place, his robes fluttering in the wind, but his expression remained as calm as if he were watching the clouds drift by.

He didn't retract his outstretched fingers; his fingertips trembled slightly, as if stroking invisible strings.

The Azure Sky Sword, suspended in mid-air, then emitted a clear and melodious tremor.

The sound was not loud at first, but it seemed to ignore the barriers of space and directly poured into the depths of the consciousness of all the demons present, causing their surging demonic energy and blood energy to stagnate!

The bull-headed demon, who was the first to be hit, felt as if his primordial spirit had been pierced by an invisible sharp needle. In the midst of the intense pain, his leaping and slashing movements faltered, and the fierce light swirling around the axe blade dimmed slightly.

It was horrified; this was no simple sonic attack!

"The noise is deafening and unbearable." Qingxiaozi chuckled and shook his head, as if commenting on a poorly performed musician's show. "Listen to me, my sword will unleash thunderous sound, and your souls will be sealed!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a vague slash in the air.

"Keng——!"

The Azure Sky Sword suddenly accelerated, its blade blurring amidst high-frequency vibrations. It no longer emitted a clear, melodious sound, but rather a series of deep, resonant booms, like thunder from the heavens! Thunderous Sword Howl!

This thunderous sound was not merely violent; its pitch rose and fell, subtly harmonizing with a mysterious celestial rhythm. Wherever the sound waves passed, visible ripples appeared in the air; it was no longer just pure sound waves, but more like a tangible, murderous aura.

"Ugh!" The ram-headed demon and the third wolf-headed demon felt as if the thunderous sound had struck their primordial spirits like a heavy hammer. Their vision went black, and their souls seemed to be shaken out of their bodies. They could barely hold onto their weapons.

As the sound waves swept across their bodies, the hard fur or scales on their skin were cut as if by invisible sword energy, instantly revealing countless fine bloodstains!

Qingxiaozi moved lightly, his figure like a ghost, dodging the Bull-Headed Demon's delayed giant axe strike in the nick of time, while simultaneously flicking his fingertips.

"Gong—Shang—Jiao—Zhi—Yu!"

With each note uttered, the Azure Sky Sword vibrated, producing distinctly different sword sounds.

The palace tone was deep and heavy, like the earth bearing down, making it difficult for the pig-headed demon to wield its chained twin swords.

The sound was sharp, like the clash of metal, and each sonic blade precisely intercepted the poisonous needles shot by the bee-headed demon.

The horn's sound was high-pitched, like the growth of trees, and the vitality it contained was a deadly poison to the demons, causing the tiger-headed demon's greatsword to quickly lose its spiritual light.

The sound was intense, like flames rising, and the air temperature rose sharply where the sound waves passed, scorching the wolf-headed demon's flesh and blood.

The sound of the sword was clear and cold, like a flowing spring. The icy sword intent penetrated the very marrow of the Rabbit-Headed Demon, making its movements stiff.

The sounds of swords intertwined, transforming into the Nine Harmonies Heavenly Melody, a melody that combined killing and purification!

The seven demons were trapped in this domain of sonic swords, feeling as if they were surrounded by invisible yet incredibly sharp sonic blades, impossible to defend against. Their powerful bodies were like being torn apart by a thousand knives before the sword sounds that conformed to the laws of nature, leaving them covered in blood.

Even more terrifying was the thunderous sound of the sword that directly attacked their primordial spirit, which shook their sea of ​​consciousness and made their demonic souls sway. They could not even muster their immense demonic power, and could only unleash five or six tenths of its full power.

The bull-headed demon's eyes were bloodshot as it tried to roar in response to the sound of the sword, but the sound it made was instantly drowned out and torn apart by the even louder thunder.

It could only watch helplessly as Qingxiaozi strolled through their frenzied and chaotic attacks with ease, his fingertips guiding the magical sword that seemed to possess a life of its own, playing the funeral dirge.

"When the music is played nine times, the demons will be beheaded." Qingxiaozi said calmly, and finally flicked his finger.

The Azure Sky Sword emitted a long, resounding cry that pierced the heavens and earth, merging all thunderous sounds and celestial music into a single, clear tone. This sound was like the first wisp of the Dao at the beginning of creation, containing supreme majesty and the power of judgment.

The remaining six demons froze abruptly, their pupils losing their luster instantly, their primordial spirits shattered completely by this decisive sword strike!

Then, their bodies, like weathered rocks, silently crumbled into dust, disappearing into the world.

Only the massive, jet-black axe and a few broken demonic weapons, falling to the ground with a clang, proved that they had once existed.

Qingxiaozi reached out, and the Qingxiao Magic Sword obediently flew back, accurately sheathing itself without a speck of dust.

He didn't even glance at the mess on the ground, but simply brushed off non-existent dust from his Taoist robe, as if he had just casually shooed away a few annoying flies. That carefree and composed demeanor was the true nature of a sword immortal, an unparalleled style.

"My path has been greatly perfected. Perhaps I can establish my own sect and build a great enterprise!" Qingxiaozi stroked his beautiful beard and drove the green ox away into the sky.

Chapter 259 Demonic Chaos: The Red-Haired Evil Dragon

Qingxiao Palace has stood atop the spiritual veins of the ancestral continent for four hundred years.

Thousands of palaces and pavilions, radiant with countless rays of light, and a misty purple aura flowing between the eaves and brackets. Every day, countless cultivators flock from all directions, either seeking the Dao or making pilgrimages, making this newly established holy land magnificent and its reputation rival that of those ancient and immortal sects.

The Palace Master, Qingxiaozi, is revered as a legendary figure. He rose from humble beginnings, defying fate as a rogue cultivator, and eventually became a Celestial Master, establishing the Qingxiao Palace lineage. It is said that he has already achieved the primordial spirit and is only waiting for the opportunity to ascend.

At this moment, he was gazing into the distance from the highest point of the "Lanxiao Palace". Below him stretched a majestic palace complex that covered three hundred miles and overshadowed the mountains and rivers. His disciples were as numerous as ants, yet they were orderly, chanting his name and practicing his methods.

"In the past, I was trapped by resources, walking on thin ice, digging graves to survive, and suffering endless scorn. Now, I have established this foundation, gathering the fortunes of all directions, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with 100,000 disciples, and my might shakes the ancestral continent!" Qingxiaozi gently stroked the jade railing, feeling the powerful spiritual energy of the earth veins emanating from the warm jade in his palm, and his heart was almost overflowing with pride.

His head was adorned with a shimmering purple-gold Taoist crown, and he wore a starry Taoist robe. He was surrounded by faint, ethereal Taoist chants, a manifestation of his profound cultivation and communion with heaven and earth.

"What my predecessors could do, I, Qingxiaozi, can also do! What my predecessors could not achieve—ascending to heaven and becoming an immortal, transcending this world, I will also take that step!" His eyes burned as he looked at the endless sky, his Dao heart firm and "perfect," feeling that all the hardships of the past were the paving for today's glory.

He even began to work on deducing the legendary "Flying Immortal Array," intending to gather the power of the entire holy land to help him open the gate to immortality.

However, on this day, when he was inspecting the palace and temples using the hidden array network in the palace, he saw a scene on the secluded path leading to the Demon Suppression Tower that made him frown slightly.

Several arrogant inner disciples dressed in "Enforcement Hall" attire were escorting a simply dressed, still-childish-looking boy.

The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old. His aura was pure, without any trace of evil or filth. Even the resentment and malevolent energy generated by killing were extremely rare.

Yet this very boy was roughly pushed and shoved into the Demon Suppression Tower, a place filled with eerie ghosts and malevolent spirits, used to suppress ferocious demons!

"How did this child get into the tower?" Qingxiaozi suddenly had doubts.

The Demon-Suppressing Tower is crucial to the reputation and safety of Qingxiao Palace, and its imprisonment standards are extremely strict; only the most heinous and deeply demonic individuals are allowed entry. This young man is too "clean."

Without alerting anyone, his figure moved like a wisp of green smoke, silently slipping into the core archives of the Demon Extermination Hall. A sweep of his divine sense revealed a jade slip bearing the name "Liu Xin" flying into his hand.

Without alerting anyone, his figure moved like a wisp of green smoke, silently slipping into the core archives of the Demon Extermination Hall. A sweep of his divine sense revealed a jade slip bearing the name "Liu Xin" flying into his hand.

The contents of the jade slip appeared in his mind: "Liu Xin, age sixteen, from Baishi City, Zuzhou. He is unruly and mischievous. He is suspected of secretly reading the outer chapter of the 'True Explanation of Azure Sky Thunder Control' and then seriously injuring three outer sect disciples who went to persuade him. According to the judgment of the Law Enforcement Hall, his character has gone astray and he disregards the palace rules. He shall be imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower to temper his character and observe his future behavior."

"Stealing knowledge... injuring disciples..." These words, like barbed poison, pierced the deepest part of Qingxiaozi's "perfect" Dao heart, stirring up a memory he had deliberately forgotten and sealed away for a long time.

Qingxiaozi moved like smoke, appearing silently in the forbidden chamber at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower. The eerie light of the barrier illuminated the boy named Liu Xin, who sat against the wall. His face showed no fear of a prisoner, only a sharpened edge and undisguised mockery.

"Who are you?" The young man looked up, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at Qingxiaozi. Even though he sensed the other's unfathomable aura, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Qingxiaozi lightly flicked his whisk, suppressing the strange feeling stirred in his heart by the words "stealing" and "injuring others," maintaining the dignity and "rationality" of a palace master, and said in a deep voice: "I am a cultivator of the palace. Liu Xin, do you know your crime? Stealing the secret teachings of my Qingxiao Palace and even injuring a disciple, how is such behavior any different from that of a demon?"

"A demon?" Liu Xin sneered, his laughter particularly jarring in the stone chamber. "Just because I learned the techniques you forbade me to learn and injured someone you couldn't hurt?"

"The palace rules are strict, how can you overstep them!" Qingxiaozi's tone was slightly somber. "The inheritance of Daoist methods has its own rules, how can you presume to pry into them? If everyone were like you, wouldn't the world be in chaos!"

"Laws? What laws!" Liu Xin suddenly stood up, his imposing manner undiminished despite his imprisonment. "Your Qingxiao Palace's laws allow the descendants of deacons and elders, even the most incompetent fools, to easily enter, while those of us with no background, no matter how talented, are shut out?! I merely offended the son of a deacon, and all my paths to assessment have been cut off! Where is the fairness in these laws?!"

Qingxiaozi frowned even more, his displeasure growing. He subconsciously retorted, "Recruiting disciples requires examining their character, aptitude, and destiny. How can it be a trivial matter? Perhaps your character is insufficient or your destiny is not yet ripe. How can you blame others?"

"Insufficient moral character? Unfavorable karmic conditions?" Liu Xin seemed to have heard the most ridiculous words. He took a step closer and stared intently at Qing Xiaozi. "Then tell me, your Steward Zhang's son harassed a woman in the street, and after I stopped him, he held a grudge. Is that considered a kind-hearted person?"

"He relied on pills to reach the first realm, yet he can't even fully execute a basic lightning spell. Is this considered exceptional talent? Is this what your Azure Sky Palace calls 'fate'?!"

"You...don't talk nonsense! Palace affairs have their own rules, how dare you make arbitrary judgments!" Qingxiaozi felt his rhythm was disrupted. The boy's questioning made him somewhat irritated, as if something he didn't want to touch was being revealed.

"Regulations? Hahaha!" Liu Xin laughed, his laughter filled with grief and indignation. "Your regulations are nothing but protecting your own! It's just officials protecting each other! Your people come to me, and without even asking what happened, they want to cripple my cultivation and verbally abuse my family! When I fight back and injure them, I'm accused of violating the Heavenly Laws! I'm accused of being a heretic! But when they bully the good and do favoritism, it's just considered your 'internal affairs,' you call it a trivial matter! Is this your Qingxiao Palace's 'laws' and 'regulations'?!"

"Enough!" Qingxiaozi interrupted sharply, a nameless rage rising within him. His words burst forth: "Even if our disciples misbehave, they should be dealt with according to the rules of Qingxiao Palace! What right do you, an outsider, have to overstep your bounds and injure others? This trend must not be allowed to continue! If everyone were like you, relying on their talent to disrespect elders and defy the rules, what order would there be in this cultivation world?!"

After these words were spoken, the stone chamber fell into a deathly silence.

Even Qingxiaozi himself was stunned.

"It shall be handled according to the rules of my Azure Cloud Palace..."

“What right do outsiders have to overstep their bounds and interfere…”

"Disrespectful to elders, contemptuous of rules..."

These words… these righteous excuses… why do they seem so familiar?

In an instant, time seemed to flow backward.

He saw himself hundreds of years ago, just as young, standing before the magnificent gates of a certain immortal dynasty, coldly pushed aside by a guard who shouted, "You mere rogue cultivator, how dare you question the selection methods of my immortal dynasty? There are established rules, how dare you interfere! Get out!"

He saw the arrogant face of that Celestial Dynasty official: "Even if the selection process was unfair, it's none of your business to interfere! Disrespecting the Celestial Dynasty's authority is unacceptable!"

The positions have been reversed, but the words are strikingly similar!

He, Qingxiaozi, the founder of Qingxiao Palace, a generation of celestial masters determined to break the monopoly, is now using the same logic and tone as those who rejected him and cut off his path to enlightenment to reprimand this young man who is also unwilling to be controlled by fate!

He wasn't maintaining order; he was maintaining the new privileges he had established!

He wasn't defending the rules; he was defending his unchallengeable authority!

"I...I..." Qingxiaozi opened his mouth, but found that he could no longer say any words of rebuttal.

All the reasons, when compared with the cause and effect spanning hundreds of years, become so pale, so ridiculous, so... ugly!

At this moment, the Dao Heart, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, emitted an incredibly clear sound of shattering!

"puff--!"

The pent-up Dao energy in his chest surged upwards, transforming into a mouthful of crimson blood that he spit out violently. He staggered backwards, leaning against the cold stone wall, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

Not because of the injuries, but because of the complete collapse of his belief!

He saw that on the back of his trembling hand, strange and eerie red hair began to emerge uncontrollably from under his skin... His later years were ominous, arriving as expected, not because of natural disasters, but because of man-made calamities, stemming from the decay and betrayal of his own Dao heart!

He looked at Liu Xin, who was staring in terror at the red hair in his hand, and fled in a panic.

Chapter 260 A World in Chaos: An Ominous Later Year

Qingxiaozi practically scrambled back to his Lanxiao Palace. The hall, once a symbol of supreme glory and power, now seemed like a cold prison.

He staggered into the deepest secluded meditation room, frantically forming hand seals, his body erupting with brilliant Dao light in an attempt to suppress the red hair that was constantly growing and spreading from the depths of his flesh and blood and from the origin of his primordial spirit.

"Suppress! Suppress it for me!" he roared, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat mixed with an unknown filthy liquid soaking through Xinghe's Daoist robe. The red hair, however, seemed to possess a life of its own, stubbornly pushing its way out, with a bizarre vitality that blasphemed life, twisting and writhing, and wherever it passed, the Daoist aura dissipated and spiritual energy became tainted.

The intense backlash against his Dao heart and the erosion by the red hair left him in a daze, with countless chaotic thoughts and whispers churning in his mind. It was in this state of near collapse that some doubts that he had deliberately ignored, or rather, that he had been guided to ignore by some invisible force, suddenly surfaced in his mind.

The "Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Skill"... This supreme scripture, obtained from the tomb of the Marquis of Zhennan in the Lê Dynasty, was the cornerstone of his defying fate.

Relying on this scripture, he made rapid progress, eventually becoming the Celestial Master and establishing the Qingxiao Palace.

But the deeper he cultivated, the more he felt an indescribable stagnation and... "something was wrong".