Jade Brocade Sword

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult.
Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality.
Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation.
Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year.
Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games...
Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station...
......
Years later.
"You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice."
The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question.
The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry."
"You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

The thousand-hand centipede danced its pale corpse hands, its inherently cruel nature of poisonous insects leaving it not the slightest bit fearful of the approaching war, only excitement and a fierce desire for slaughter.


"I'm very much looking forward to it," she said.


Han Ruyan floated into the air, her bare hand trembled, opening a hole to the ground. Sunlight shone upon her body, like upon a layer of opaque, dense darkness, emitting only a cold and solemn chill.


At the encampment of Ghost Ridge Palace, Zhang Junwei stood atop a mountaintop, the piercing cold wind blowing by. With hands clasped behind his back, he gazed into the distance, exuding a gloomy demeanor as he slowly spoke.


Behind him stood the Elder of Ghost Ridge Palace with the deepest tenure, Tang Peiqing.


As well as Su Jie's master, Taoist Qiu.


Chapter 317: Dharma Form_3