Is My Cultivation Really That High?

The flames in the brazier flickered, their dim light dispelling the surrounding darkness and bringing a touch of gloom.

Inside the Dungeon, a one-armed tiger demon who looked like a general was directing several other Monster Race to carry the unconscious Bai Qiuran into a cell at the bottom of the Dungeon.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Just as several Monster Race helped Bai Qiuran up and were about to handcuff him with the shackles from the Dungeon, the one-armed tiger demon suddenly stopped them.

"Cuff him with his hands behind his back."

The tiger demon walked to the brazier and picked up a red-hot branding iron from it.

"Could it be...?"

Several Monster Race exchanged glances, then hesitated and said, "General, this isn't right... The King didn't order us to torture him."

"The king didn't mention anything about the book, so we can't use any tricks on him."

The one-armed tiger demon stared at the red-hot branding iron, his face filled with the satisfaction of revenge. He raised his remaining arm and said, "See that? Because of this damned Sword Ancestor's Sword Qi, I almost lost my life. Now that he's finally in my hands, I'll give him two slave marks!"

"This..."

"Get out of my way! If you're too scared to do it, then don't do it at all. Don't get in my way here!"

Seeing that the Monster Race were still hesitant, he impatiently shooed them away.

After closing the cell door, the tiger demon used his one arm to somewhat laboriously handcuff Bai Qiuran behind her back. Looking at Bai Qiuran with her back to him, a ferocious smile appeared on his face. He walked to the brazier and picked up the branding iron.

What is this?

Someone behind me asked.

"Hmph, you don't understand, do you? This is something we Northern Demon Realm use on war slaves. Once someone is branded with this iron, it's equivalent to proclaiming their status as a slave in the Northern Demon Realm. No matter what their future holds, this humiliating mark can never be removed!"

In high spirits, the tiger demon Consciousness raised the branding iron and boasted for a while, then he realized what he had done and felt a chill run down his spine.

Turning his head, he saw that the White Hair youth had woken up at some point, broken free of his shackles, and stood smiling beside him.

"Save--"

Before the tiger demon could even cry out, Bai Qiuran pointed a finger, the force of which pierced through its vocal cords, silencing the tiger demon's cries for help.

He kicked him to the ground, then picked up the branding iron from the brazier and said with a grin, "Since you like this brand so much, I'll brand you with it... I'll brand you with seventeen or eighteen first."

Then, a sizzling sound, like roasting meat, echoed through the dark, cold Dungeon room.

A few minutes later, Bai Qiuran walked out of the Dungeon with a relaxed expression, closed the cell door behind him, and locked the one-armed tiger demon general, who was lying on the ground with his back and buttocks charred, inside the cell.

Wisdom Immortal, whose weapon was hanging from his waist, couldn't help but complain, "Who was it that told the Demon King of the Western Demon Realm that Human Race Cultivators focus on cultivating their minds and wouldn't easily lash out?"

It's me.

Bai Qiuran shamelessly admitted, "But I was referring to Cultivators of high cultivation levels among the Human Race. Am I of such high cultivation level?"

Wisdom Immortal was speechless. As for Bai Qiuran's special case, it was really subtle whether his cultivation level was high or not.

"Let's go. My Spiritual Sense has locked onto the White Bear King and Cloud Kun Chancellor just now. Let's go get the remaining Map Fragment, and then this matter will be settled."

Bai Qiuran said, "As long as the Map Fragment is within your field of vision, you can see it, right?"

Wisdom Immortal replied, "That's right, I can tell whether it's true or false at a glance."

"Alright, let's go."

As he walked out of the Dungeon, Bai Qiuran casually knocked out any Monster Race who witnessed him before they could even utter a sound. Bai Qiuran advanced through the City and first arrived at the room of the White Bear King, the overlord of the Northern Demon Realm.

As mentioned before, this bear was drinking and making merry with a group of Demon King under his command, but the Ape King and Dragon King from Cloud Kun Chancellor's side were not here.

The people of the Northern Demon Realm seem to be quite fierce. The White Bear King and the Flying Tiger King were already drunk, and they were laughing heartily with their arms around a beautiful Demoness was only wearing a fur tube top and shorts. Their faces were flushed.

The White Fox King's seat was empty, but fine wine and delicacies had been prepared for him. On the other side, the Kui Ox King looked weak and ignored the several strong men sitting next to him. He stared blankly at the delicacies on the table.

Bai Qiuran stood outside the door for three seconds, then placed her palm on the doorway.

His internal True Qi surged forth, transforming into an inextinguishable Indestructible True Fire that coalesced in his palm.

Bai Qiuran used the high-temperature Fire Seal to melt open the gate, then condensed the Undying Flame into several small fire beads, all of which were thrown into the palm-sized hole. The fire beads formed by the Palm Force made a crisp "thump thump thump" sound as they passed through the small hole.

Outside the city, the battle remained fierce.

Even though Su Xiangxue's side only had about twenty people left, the White Fox King still couldn't defeat her.

These twenty-odd Monster Race who have persisted until now seem to have completely transformed on the battlefield. With the blessing of Su Xiangxue's zither music, they can easily kill even enemies of the same level as themselves, as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

The two sides fought from dawn until daybreak. Su Xiangxue's side suffered no casualties, while the Imperial Capital Army and the Northern Demon Realm's army left dozens of corpses on the ground.

However, under the continuous high-intensity battle, Su Xiangxue's forces showed signs of fatigue, including herself. Seeing this, the White Fox King quickly advised, "County Princess, stop. Your defeat is inevitable. The remaining twenty-odd people are all loyal and strong Warriors. Letting them die here would not only create more bloodshed but also be a pity."

Su Xiangxue smiled upon hearing this and asked, "From what the White Fox King is saying, you think County Princess defeat is inevitable, is that right?"

Isn't that so?

The White Fox King glanced around and continued, "The Sword Ancestor has been subdued. What does the County Princess have left to rely on?... Don't take my words too harshly, but the County Princess's command of the army these past few days has certainly not resembled that of a trained commander."

"Yes, this County Princess's ambitions lie elsewhere. It's just that I'm forced to fight for power. Compared to military County Princess, I'm much more skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework, embroidery, and cooking. However, the Western Demon Realm is currently County Princess, so I have no choice but to temporarily assume the command position... Anyway, they're not my people."

Su Xiangxue smiled and said, "But you, White Fox King, do you really think you've successfully subdued Bai Qiuran?"

The White Fox King was startled.

What does "County Princess" mean?

"What I mean is, you don't understand Bai Qiuran enough."

Su Xiangxue raised her chin.

"Look over there."

The White Fox King turned around, and from the City behind him, at the location of the city lord's mansion, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted. Thick smoke and pillars of fire shot into the sky, accompanied by screams and cries.