How Can Your Heart Be Blacker Than Ours, Demonic Cultivators

The cold wind howled, bringing a bone-chilling frigidity.

But strangely, on the endless ice plain, lush green ancient trees had grown.

The ancient trees were verdant, their branches stretching toward the sky. Dense foliage blocked the sun, casting large shadows, like a sleeping ferocious beast, making one feel uneasy.

Jiang Chuan stood before the dense forest, turning to look at Que Jinling. "Are you sure this path is safe? A dense forest growing on an ice plain seems incredibly abnormal."

"According to the description on my map, this dense forest has had some evil creatures appear before, but they were all exterminated by a high monk from Vajra Hall," Que Jinling replied.

"Is this map from Vajra Hall really reliable?" Jiang Chuan was even more hesitant to enter.

As a disciple of Bodhi Temple, Jiang Chuan knew very well what kind of force Vajra Hall was.

The Vajra King was the manifestation of Buddha's wrath, subduing demons and eradicating evil.

In terms of sheer killing intent, it surpassed even ordinary demonic paths.

The "Demon Slaying Saber" Jiang Chuan practiced was created by a Vajra King of Buddhism. When executed, it showed no trace of Buddhist divine abilities; it could even be called a demonic saber.

If a high monk from Vajra Hall had truly made a move, Jiang Chuan felt that not only the lingering malevolent spirits would have disappeared, but this dense forest as well.

"I spent a lot of money to buy this map, it's definitely reliable. Let's go."

Que Jinling said with a confident expression and then took the lead, flying into the dense forest.

As Jiang Chuan followed, he cursed inwardly, "Damn love-struck simulator!"

Jiang Chuan himself, knowing that the forest ahead might be problematic, would never have entered.

But now, he couldn't help but follow, which was clearly not something he would do.

Not long after flying into the dense forest, Jiang Chuan smelled a thick, putrid odor.

"This smell..."

"This smell is very common in the Northern Region, there's nothing strange about it, right?" Que Jinling asked.

Jiang Chuan: "..."

How many people die in the Northern Region every day?

Oh! The Northern Region is the territory of the Demon Race, all demons.

That makes sense.

"Huh? Why are there so many coffins here?"

At that moment, Que Jinling's gaze fell upon numerous vermilion wooden coffins.

The vermilion wooden coffins were densely packed among the trees, and the putrid smell emanated from them. Under the canopy of the trees, they gave off an eerie and ominous feeling.

"Of course I put them here, did they fall from the sky?"

An exasperated voice rang out, followed by a vermilion wooden coffin being overturned. A pale-faced middle-aged man sat up from the coffin and looked at Jiang Chuan and Que Jinling with disdain.

"Another two fools who were swindled out of Spirit Stones and then helped count the money."

"To correct you, I didn't spend any Spirit Stones." Jiang Chuan didn't want to be called a fool.

Que Jinling gritted her teeth, her face flushed with anger. "You'd better explain clearly what you mean by 'swindled out of Spirit Stones and then helped count the money,' or I'll burn you to ashes right now!"

"Since you could find this place, you must have bought the Sunfall Sea map at a high price from one of my junior brothers."

The middle-aged man explained, "This is where I'm in seclusion. I'm using the death energy here to cultivate the supreme inheritance of my Yellow Springs Demonic Sect, the 'Netherworld Life-Death Scripture'."

"My junior brothers want to kill me and become the true disciple. So they deliberately sold the maps to lure cultivators here to disrupt my seclusion and eliminate me."

"That's a good idea!" Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up, and he secretly took note.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man's face darkened.

Jiang Chuan said sternly, "Demonic cultivators are indeed insidious and cunning!"

"You're not lying to us, are you? If you are truly a demonic cultivator, why didn't you slaughter a city and instead came here to absorb death energy?" Que Jinling asked.

"I am a demonic cultivator, a demonic cultivator! I am human, not a demon!" the middle-aged man retorted loudly.

Whether it was the immortal path, the demonic path, or the heretical path, they were all human cultivators.

Regardless of their mutual opposition and conflict, or the dirty and sinister deeds done within their own sects, their public stance was always:

We are all human cultivators, we slay demons and eradicate evil, protecting humanity.

If any demonic cultivator dared to slaughter a city, they would be jointly hunted by the immortal, demonic, and heretical paths the very next day.

"Where did you hear that demonic cultivators slaughter cities to cultivate?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"I saw it in storybooks," Que Jinling blinked her eyes.

Jiang Chuan: "..."

Come on, can't you use your brain when reading something?

Demonic cultivators slaughter cities and exterminate entire clans with every step of their cultivation.

Given the number of demonic cultivators in the Qingyuan Realm, do you think there would be any living beings left?

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Chuan with a gaze full of sympathy.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not often I see a female cultivator so foolish."

Jiang Chuan nodded. "Fellow Daoist, since the map is fake, we shall depart now. However, we would appreciate it if you could show us a safe path into the Sunfall Sea."

"I have no obligation to tell you," the middle-aged man said, preparing to lie down again.

"Fellow Daoist, think carefully."

"Are you threatening me?"

The middle-aged man straightened up once more.

"You don't actually think this is my true form, do you? This corpse is merely a zombie I control with my Divine Sense to guard my seclusion. I have hundreds of similar zombies!"

"Of course, I know this isn't your true form."

Jiang Chuan said with a smile, "But what if I were to make a hundred thousand copies of this map, give them out for free, and change it to say there's a True Immortal's Cave Mansion here? What do you think the outcome would be?"

"Damn it, how can your heart be blacker than ours, the demonic cultivators?!" the middle-aged man's face turned ashen.

Jiang Chuan's expression became resolute. "To deal with demonic cultivators, one must be even more insidious and cunning!"

The middle-aged man: "."

I've only been in seclusion for half a year!

Are the cultivators of the Qingyuan Realm already this insidious?

Doesn't this mean that we demonic cultivators are now more upright than the righteous path?

"Fine! I, Shen Gongming, admit defeat!"

[Extracted a map of the Sunfall Sea from Shen Gongming and handed it to you.]

[This map was left behind by generations of cultivators from the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect after exploring the Sunfall Sea. It marks a million-mile radius around the Sunfall Sea, detailing numerous dangerous areas and many treasure spots where heavenly materials and earthly treasures grow. For ordinary cultivators, it is priceless.]

[You felt you had made a huge profit, and then began searching for a safe route to enter the Sunfall Sea.]

[After discussing with Que Jinling, you ultimately chose to pass through the Flesh Mire.]

[The Flesh Mire is a dangerous location formed from the flesh and blood of a Tenth Realm great demon that was slain during a war between humans and demons, with its essence merging into the earth.]

[Countless beasts without intelligence, specializing in devouring living beings, have bred within it.]

[Using formations and dark space, you can perfectly block the leakage of your aura, preventing the fierce beasts from detecting you. Therefore, you chose to enter the Sunfall Sea via the Flesh Mire.]

[With the route decided, you and Que Jinling set off immediately.]

[Half a day later, you began crossing the Flesh Mire.]

[Everything went as you predicted; the fierce beasts living within did not discover you.]

[However, simultaneously maintaining the formations and dark space required an immense amount of Dharma power. You could only continuously refine Spirit Stones without rest to replenish your internal Dharma power.]

[Three days later, you and Que Jinling successfully traversed the Flesh Mire.]