Left Dragon Head Peak.
Wang Xiu rode the Black Tortoise Mirror toward Spirit Turtle Peak, and after landing, released his divine sense to scan the area.
Holy crap.
He saw that on the Orchid Courtyard's gate, there were two paper stickers prominently posted—In closed-door cultivation, focused on alchemy, Wang Xiu is not allowed to enter and disturb!
Very obviously.
Jiang Ling'er's thirty-seven-degree mouth absolutely couldn't say something so icy, so this note must have been posted by Jiang Yourong.
Moreover.
Through these twelve characters of wild cursive calligraphy, Wang Xiu could clearly feel a wave of 'hysterical' and 'frantic blame-shifting' emotions rushing toward him.
It seemed that in the few days Wang Xiu wasn't on Spirit Turtle Peak, that great vicious soul's path of alchemy had not been smooth.
Sigh~
He had originally planned that since he was finally home, he'd find a way to get Senior Jiang to blow for him.
Now it seemed.
Before Senior Jiang successfully refined the Jiuli Soul-Nourishing Pill, there wasn't much of a chance.
Since Senior Jiang wouldn't let him in.
Then if he forced his way in, although it wasn't impossible, it would still hurt their feelings.
In the future, wanting to chat with her again and get her to blow for him wouldn't be so easy.
Forget it.
There's always tomorrow.
As long as she's still on Spirit Turtle Peak, sooner or later she'd have to blow for him, she couldn't escape.
Having eaten a small closed-door rejection, Wang Xiu wasn't angry and returned to his own courtyard, activating the courtyard protection formation as he walked in.
Hmm.
the Soul-Nourishing Lotus in the pond was growing very well; nourished by the Yellow Springs water, it wouldn't be long before it could produce flower buds.
Wang Xiu entered the closed-door cultivation secret chamber, inserted the Green Lotus Sky-Covering Formation Flags around it, and concealed all his aura.
Next.
He sat cross-legged on the meditation mat, took out the Skull Token and the demonic artifact Ten Thousand Soul Sail that the Thousand-Face Evil Lord had dropped.
Offer～!
He cast a hand seal toward the Ten Thousand Soul Sail, summoning the soul of the Thousand-Face Evil Lord, who was still in a 'benign' state and hadn't regained his divine consciousness.
Next.
Wang Xiu slightly curved his five fingers, like a tiger's claw, and pressed them onto the Thousand-Face Evil Lord's forehead: "Underworld Emperor's Soul-Reading Art!"
Similar to the 'Soul-Seizing Curse' used previously when summoning ten thousand ghosts, the Underworld Emperor's Soul-Reading Art was also a secret art included in the "Underworld Emperor's Prison-Suppressing Scripture."
Using this secret art allowed one to view a ghost's memories from before their death, thereby obtaining the information one wanted.
It could be said to be a very practical, but also very vicious, secret method.
Because the soul being read would have its soul body collapse, and even if the true spirit reincarnated, it would most likely not be reborn into a good situation in the next life.
However.
Facing someone like the Thousand-Face Evil Lord who had slaughtered countless humans, Wang Xiu felt no trace of womanly mercy in his heart.
As the secret art was cast, the Thousand-Face Evil Lord's soul body began to dissipate.
And his life story unfolded before Wang Xiu like a slideshow, without the slightest bit of concealment.
Thousand-Face Evil Lord.
Born into a poor family, their family was in the wilderness borderlands, and the immortal sect responsible for guarding that territory wasn't very strong.
In his youth, the Thousand-Face Evil Lord often heard about demons and evils causing trouble in the neighboring village or his own village.
From time to time, children would be snatched away by wild demons roaming the mountains.
In this heart-pounding life, the Thousand-Face Evil Lord spent his childhood years, relying on hard work, and even married a girl in the village.
Although life was hard, with a wife and son, life was still bearable.
But later, demonic cultivators wreaked havoc, defeating the immortal sect guarding that area step by step, nearly wiping them out.
Nearby villages and towns were once again plagued by demons and evils, turning the land into a river of blood and a wilderness of wails, with countless commoners beginning to flee and become refugees.
In this chaotic era, commoners who lost their land lost their roots.
Countless people died on the road of escape—starving to death, dying of illness, dying of exhaustion—there were as many as you could imagine.
During the escape.
His son, still in swaddling clothes, was stolen by fellow villagers who had become refugees; his wife, for half a bowl of thin porridge, willingly endured humiliation and violation by a group of people.
He saw too much of the ugly side of human nature, and in his own hunger, he gradually became twisted himself.
He ate his first bite of mutton.
It was someone else's little lamb, no older than five, whom he lured into a valley and bludgeoned to death with stones.
Since others could eat mutton, why couldn't he?
He ate it.
After eating, he felt fantastic, that long-lost feeling of fullness made him feel like he was floating on clouds, as if a new world had opened before him.
Even.
Perhaps due to extraordinary talent, after eating the mutton, his body seemed to become stronger than before, and his attitude toward others was completely different.
At this point, he was no longer afraid of hunger, because on that escape road, everyone was a lamb!
He began his hunting anew, at first he only ate little lambs.
Later, his power grew stronger and stronger, and he gradually discovered he could even condense a black qi, possessing terrifying destructive power.
He had once heard the village elders say that this black qi was called demonic qi, something only demons and evils possessed.
Anyone with this aura, once discovered by an immortal sect, would have only one path to death.
Fear?
He was terrified, but he didn't stop; instead, he became more and more extreme, more and more twisted.
He shared the little lambs he hunted with his father.
As a result, his father completely failed to understand his filial piety, even scolding him angrily, beating him, and picking up a stone to smash him to death.
So...
After eating the old lamb, the Thousand-Face Evil Lord's demonic qi surged, making him even stronger than before, and at the same time, even more twisted.
He kept eating lambs, and his demonic qi grew day by day.
Finally, one day.
These refugees encountered demonic cultivators blocking their path and were slaughtered to the last man.
But he didn't die; not only did he not die, but he was also taken a fancy to by the elders of the Demonic Cult and recruited into it.
The Demonic Cult.
It was a general term, like Taoism or Buddhism; under the entire Demonic Cult, there were hundreds of branches, and the Thousand-Face Evil Lord joined the Ghost King Sect of the Demonic Cult.
This sect specialized in controlling ghosts, and most of its techniques required devouring souls to cultivate.
The Thousand-Face Evil Lord's master was a certain senior elder of the Ghost King Sect.
According to him, the Thousand-Face Evil Lord had an ominous fate and a twisted, arrogant personality; with just a little guidance, he could kill and eat lambs without hesitation, a natural born demon lord.
Under his guidance, the Thousand-Face Evil Lord cultivated demonic arts and ate lambs to devour souls, and his cultivation began to skyrocket.
Even.
He also mastered the Ghost King Sect's secret ancient art, the "Thousand-Face Demon Art," allowing him to transform his appearance at will, making it difficult even for Nascent Soul Stage Venerables to see through him.
Thanks to this secret art, he became much more convenient at killing lambs and harvesting souls, countless disciples from famous righteous sects were casually toyed with in the palm of his hand.
Over time, he even became addicted to the feeling of 'taking desperate risks' and 'snatching chestnuts from the fire'.
He deliberately infiltrated territories under immortal sect jurisdiction to commit crimes, hunting disciples from various major sects and framing nearby mountain spirits and ghosts for amusement.
However, due to meticulous planning and having demonic arts to back him up, he never had any accidents.
One could say.
If not for his trip to Maple City, where he blew the wrong kind of brag and provoked Wang Xiu this 'heaven-smiting' overpowered cheat.
Thousand-Face Evil Lord's demonic life might have truly allowed him to roam free for a few more centuries.
...
Watching the scenes flash by like a revolving lantern, Wang Xiu couldn't help but feel a thousand emotions in his heart.
They say chaotic times breed demons and monsters, and this saying is indeed true.
If not for the pressures of life, this Thousand-Face Gentleman might have stayed in the village and could have been a good husband and good father.
All one can say is: no one is born a demon, it's all the mischief of fate!
Of course.
Although he felt emotional in his heart, this didn't mean Wang Xiu regretted killing Thousand-Face Evil Lord, as the saying goes, those on different paths cannot scheme together.
Since the other party had stepped onto the demonic way and wielded his butcher knife against innocent civilians.
Then.
Within the limits of his ability, even if the plot replayed ten thousand times, Wang Xiu would still choose to activate the Heavenly Tribulation Curse to exterminate him.
...
Suddenly.
Wang Xiu seemed to discover some unbelievable plot point, his hands swiftly formed seals, and the originally flashing scenes began to slow down.
The scene.
Frozen in a misty, steaming pond, covered in dense rose petals, behind a thin green gauze curtain, a graceful figure could vaguely be seen.
She was half-soaked in the rose pond, half-leaning against the pool edge, languid and charming, brimming with charm.
Her curves were so graceful they made one's head ache.
Through Thousand-Face Evil Lord's memories, Wang Xiu knew this pond belonged to Ghost King Sect Elder, a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse—Chi Mei Snake Ji.
A thousand-year-old red spirit snake, infamous in the Demonic Cult for being unrestrained and having countless friends.
And at this moment.
Thousand-Face Evil Lord, disguised as a handsome young man, brazenly walked into the Snake Ji's swimming pool.
The scenes that followed gradually became unapprovable for censorship.
...Eight thousand words omitted here...
In that instant.
Wang Xiu's worldview suffered a tremendous impact, and he reflexively stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.
Then, he couldn't help but spread his five fingers～
Whoa～
All those props in the spatial ring matched up perfectly.
The Demonic Cult...
They really know how to have wild fun!
At the same time.
Behind Wang Xiu.
The Nether Blood Immortal-Slaying Sword, which had already turned pink, was now even more vibrant and lusciously red.
A certain Sword Spirit was greatly shocked!
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