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!

These densely packed small bombs exploded instantly upon hitting the ground, sparks lighting up the area, steel pellets and metal shrapnel hidden within the bombs scattered in all directions like a Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers, slicing through and puncturing fragile human bodies.


Closest to the explosion, an An Nan soldier's pupils dilated, and the upper half of his body was riddled with steel pellets like a hornet's nest.


An An Nan soldier's neck was sliced open by a shard of metal, his windpipe exposed to the air, emitting a hoarse sound as he desperately tried to cover his neck, but he couldn't breathe at all.


An An Nan soldier's calf was a bloody mess, as he rolled on the ground clutching his leg, emitting a shrill and miserable scream.


The entire encampment seemed to have turned into Hell, as 8 fighter jets from the Jieke Group had dropped numerous anti-infantry cluster bombs.


Chapter 348: The Soaring War Eagle_2