Chapter 6: The Disaster of Demonic Cultivators: Fabricated Soul

In the early days of the great transformation, demonic cultivators still acted on whim, often slaughtering entire cities.

But as cultivation methods spread throughout the world, when demonic cultivators slaughtered spirits to refine their arts, a few individuals occasionally survived.

Among them was one man who not only joined a sect but became a disciple of the Immortal Sect’s founding ancestor; after achieving cultivation, he killed every demonic cultivator he encountered.

Many descendants of old demons sought revenge, but the Immortal Sect’s founding ancestor was fiercely protective of his disciples—he personally intervened, leaving heads rolling.

The demonic sect’s own ancestors were solitary and self-centered; the deaths of unrelated demonic cultivators meant nothing—they simply had bad luck.

This caused the demonic path to gradually weaken, as many of its artifacts required the refinement of living souls or sacrifices of living beings.

To improve this situation, some old demons gathered together, using cloning techniques mentioned by the Holy Emperor’s Abyss, combined with illusionary stimulation, and actually created souls in bulk.

Though this act was still unacceptable to the world, the number of targets was now far fewer.

Since then, the demonic path slowly recovered.

“Ah~ True Person speaks truly—I’m hardly any great demonic cultivator.” The young man sighed, “So I can only resort to this desperate measure.”

Though fabricated souls are convenient, they’re expensive.

A fabricated soul matching the quality of Xiao Ning True Person—selling me wouldn’t cover the cost.

Ah~ It’s hard being a demonic cultivator these days.

He shook the Ten Thousand Souls Banner again.

“Please, True Person, take your leave.”

A clear light cascaded like a waterfall; the banner spirits, solemn as deities, spoke in unison, radiating myriad rays of aurora.

Xiao Ning True Person’s heart jolted—he instantly covered his entire head with his dark red faceplate, yet it did nothing; the chanting of sacred mantras echoed in his ears.

Already possessing higher cultivation than him, further amplified by the Soul-Seizing Array, and caught off-guard, in an instant, boundless exhaustion surged from the depths of his soul, making him want only to close his eyes and sleep till the end of time.

In a single glance, the Void-Return Realm Xiao Ning True Person was about to be captured!

Just as his soul was about to be sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to become a miserable Pa Lu for eternity—

“Don’t sleep!”

His roar thundered, rippling the entire sky’s clear light.

The heavens seemed ignited in an instant; surging blood qi raised scorching heatwaves, a crimson glow piercing through the clear light like a blood-red spear thrust toward the sky.

The young man, who had been dealing with Xiao Ning True Person, raised an eyebrow, sidestepped, and flicked out his left hand in a light slap.

Boom!

The crimson light shattered—revealing a towering, muscular man nearly three meters tall, arms crossed, blocking the young man’s slap.

A body cultivator—and a Void-Return Realm body cultivator!

“Isn’t that Old Jiang?!” Students from the Third Middle School of Xuanjian City quickly recognized the body cultivator’s identity.

But most remained stunned.

“Old Jiang? Who’s Old Jiang? Does our school have a cultivator like this?”

“He’s the librarian!”

“Wait—he’s only Foundation Establishment, right?”

Suddenly, chatter erupted—no one had expected the frail, ancient-looking man, who seemed one breeze away from collapsing, to be a hidden master!

A Void-Return Realm great cultivator—and a body cultivator!

Zhang Yunlu, who had just regained her footing, stared blankly at the sky.

She often went to the library to read, and had spoken with the librarian a few times—but this scene was beyond her wildest expectations.

“So it’s true that great cultivators enjoy playing among mortals,” she murmured.

“Not necessarily playing among mortals—but his injuries are severe; he’s likely near death.”

Huh?

How can you tell?

Zhang Yunlu froze, then turned her head toward Xu Xing’s back, a wildly absurd suspicion rising in her mind.

…………

In the sky, Old Jiang’s eyes were bloodshot, his few remaining strands of hair fluttering in the wind.

Due to his internal injuries, he had reached his limit after blocking that palm.

“A dying man dares to ruin my plans.”

After speaking calmly, the young man swatted him away like a fly.

This Void-Return Realm body cultivator was his original target—but now there’s a better one. After dealing with Xiao Ning, he’d extract this old man’s soul.

In the school, Xu Xing watched all this, still motionless. In the sky, Xiao Ning True Person, seeing the friend who came to save him flung away and Shengsibuzhi , felt even more conflicted.

He’d been caught off-guard before, but now he had learned—he was confident he could stall for two minutes until his sect sent reinforcements.

This Grand Void Exorcism Sword Qi was precisely the material he urgently needed for his refinement…

That friend was a body cultivator—he’d survive one palm strike…

Fuck!

“Fuck you, you fucking pauper! You poor bastard! You refine your fucking Ten Thousand Souls Banner! Today, I’ll send you down to meet your fucking ancestors!”

A torrent of utterly boundless profanity poured from Xiao Ning True Person’s mouth—even the demonic young man was stunned into silence.

“True Person, this is hardly befitting your dignity… Fuck you!”

Suddenly, purple light flared from Xiao Ning True Person’s third eye; a majestic sword intent surged skyward.

Grand Void Exorcism Sword Qi!

Hum~

Everything in the city froze, turning monochrome—only that single streak of purple grew blindingly bright.

!.read

In the school, everyone’s movements were frozen at the instant the sword qi emerged; only Xu Xing and Zhang Yunlu remained unaffected.

“Don’t look at me—look at them.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yunlu turned her gaze to the sky, her certainty deepening.

“Cut!”

In the monochrome world, the purple sword qi surged like a dragon, roaring as it tore toward the demonic young man to shred him apart.

Crack!

At the last moment, something in the sky shattered—a massive hand churning with demonic energy reached out, crushing the sword qi and snatching at Xiao Ning True Person.

Above Void-Return Realm!

A great power had intervened!

The change came too fast—Xiao Ning True Person had no time to react, and death loomed.

Suddenly, the shattered Grand Void Exorcism Sword Qi reassembled—stronger by dozens of times; even the demonic hand slowed under its influence!

In the next instant, the sword qi descended.

Roar!

A bestial, agonized howl echoed—the shattered sky restored itself.

The severed demonic hand shrank to normal human size and fell into a deep pit below.

As for the demonic young man, his body and soul were utterly shredded by the sword qi—dead beyond revival—leaving only the Ten Thousand Souls Banner floating silently in the sky.

In the school, everyone remained frozen; Xu Xing turned to look at Zhang Yunlu.

“How did you feel, little girl?”

“I…”

Zhang Yunlu opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye—too many reversals, too fast. She’d thought Xiao Ning True Person, a Void-Return Realm great cultivator, was already formidable—but the demonic cultivator surpassed him.

And that demonic cultivator, even stronger than Xiao Ning True Person, had no resistance against that sword qi.

The demonic hand that appeared last clearly belonged to a higher tier—perhaps even beyond Void-Return—yet it was still severed by the reassembled sword qi.

“What will happen to that last demonic entity?”

“He’ll probably die.”

Other Immortal Sects might forgive, but offending the Grand Void Dao Sect and losing an arm—this demonic great power’s chance of survival is extremely slim.

“That sword qi…”

“Grand Void Exorcism Sword Qi—crafted by a swordsman who cultivates the Grand Void Sword Scripture.”

The Grand Void Sword Scripture—she’d seen it on the Spirit Net—the supreme method of the Sword Sect!

“So you’re…?” Zhang Yunlu’s voice trembled.

“Just as you thought.”

Xu Xing had never revealed his identity, but he’d never deliberately hidden it either.

As the purple sword qi faded, colors gradually returned to the world.

“This is a fine era—I like it very much. So I’ll stay in this city for a while.” Xu Xing smiled gently at Zhang Yunlu. “If our paths cross again, I’ll give you a fairly decent gift.”

With those words, his figure vanished.

(End of Chapter)