The Demon Who Likes to Train Men into Cauldrons - Jiang Yan!

Inside the Mine Cave, the lingering power of Jiang Yan's words, "forging into a furnace," still resonated, and an eerie silence permeated the air.

At this moment, a gentle and calm voice came from the cave entrance, breaking the silence:

"Brother Xiao."

Xu Qing, dressed in a simple Green Robe, slowly entered.

Although he was dressed simply, he was still a member of the Immortal Court, and his aura was completely out of place with everyone else.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Xiao Yun greeted him with a genuine smile, pointing to a pile of ore nearby.

"The quality of these ores is quite good. Why didn't we think of mining them before?" He spoke with a hint of reluctance, clearly eyeing this long-term 'business'.

"Brother Xiao, this matter should be stopped at the right time. If we ruin the Young Master's reputation, it will be like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon, which is not worth it," Xu Qing reminded him, glancing at the pile of ore.

This struck a chord with Xiao Yun, who nodded seriously, "That's true."

"If you want Spirit Stone, selling those pills bestowed by the Young Master would fetch an astronomical sum."

"I just thought that now that we've established ourselves here, accumulating more resources would make our sect's foundation even stronger."

Xu Qing responded, "The foundation of the Wen Dao Palace is not weak; it's just that it lacked tempering under Young Master wing in the past. The Sect Master and I have already discussed that the forces in the Jiuqu Realm are chaotic, and we should quickly integrate them using Open and Secret Means to completely transform this realm into the foundation of our Wen Dao Palace."

"In this way, one can ascend to the heavens and reflect upon Hundred Realms below."

"Sect Master..." Xiao Yun sighed.

He followed Yin Qiyue all the way up. Although the Sect Master's strength wasn't the highest, his abilities were definitely the strongest.

She deserves much credit for the Wen Dao Palace's success today.

But Xiao Yun still had doubts. "Integrating one realm... isn't that a bit too hasty? Let alone the entire Jiuqu Realm, we haven't even dealt with the various forces around our Wen Dao Palace yet, is it really necessary to rush it?"

"We must be quick." Xu Qing's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. "That Lord's pace is too fast. If we can't keep up, we'll be left behind, even if it's just us."

"Furthermore, I've heard that Young Master 've caused quite a stir in Upper Thousand Provinces. I have a feeling that something unexpected is about to happen."

The people of the Wen Dao Palace are not simple, but Qin Wangchuan, who gave them a place to stay, is even more so.

Xu Qing understood this perfectly, but Xiao Yun, who came from the Lower Realm, lacked such insight.

However, Xiao Yun was also aware of his own limitations.

He nodded and said in a deep voice, "I understand."

With the business settled, Xu Qing turned his gaze to the depths of the Mine Cave, landing on Jiang Yan, who was brandishing a whip and mimicking a fierce and menacing look. "Is that Junior Disciple Jiang, personally led by the Young Master, him?"

Xiao Yun followed his gaze and smiled knowingly, "Exactly, simple-minded, a... simpleton."

Xu Qing walked over slowly, her voice gentle. "Junior Disciple Jiang."

Jiang Yan was pondering how to crack the whip louder when he heard the sound and turned around.

After the two gave a brief introduction, Jiang Yan's eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior.

He quickly moved closer, rubbing his hands somewhat embarrassedly. "Senior Brother Xu! Senior Brother Xiao often tells me you're very knowledgeable. Um... I have a small favor to ask you, but I don't know..."

"Please feel free to speak," Xu Qing said with a smile.

Having received permission, Jiang Yan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately and furtively pulled Xu Qing to a Secluded Corner miscellaneous items were piled up.

In the dim light of the Nether Soul Stone, the two shadows were elongated and vaguely projected onto the Rock Wall.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the shadows on the Rock Wall revealed that one of them had begun to undress!

The Mine Cave was instantly so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the miners lowered their heads, swinging their pickaxes until they were almost smoking, their hearts filled with anguish.

In broad daylight... two grown men... the Demonic Sect!

As expected of the utterly unscrupulous Demonic Sect!

Dig quickly, get out of this awful place!

In the shadows, Xu Qing watched as Jiang Yan deftly took off his shirt, turned around, revealing his smooth back, and a rare hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

"Senior Brother Xu, could you check if I have any unusual birthmarks or marks on my back?" Jiang Yan asked, turning his head.

Xu Qing, not understanding the meaning behind those words, turned and glanced at Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun shrugged, also indicating his lack of understanding.

Xu Qing composed himself, assuming that his junior brother wanted him to check on some hidden injury on his back.

After examining it carefully for a moment, he confirmed, "The skin is intact, and there are no birthmarks."

"Huh? Really, there isn't..." Jiang Yan deflated like a punctured balloon, his head drooping as he slowly put his clothes back on, muttering to himself, "Storybooks really are all lies..."

He fastened his belt and glanced across the Mine Cave.

They were stunned when they looked—all the miners had cold sweat beading on their foreheads and their faces were pale, as if they had just witnessed something extremely terrifying.

No one spoke; they simply accelerated the mining process.

Jiang Yan scratched his head, puzzled, and looked at the miners who had suddenly become more energetic, secretly pleased with himself.

The name "Demonic Sect" is really effective.

He was completely unaware that, in the eyes of everyone, his act of undressing had already been interpreted as a shocking and unorthodox act by the Demonic Sect.

From then on, the Blood Evil Sect had one more demon who liked to cultivate with men!

Upper Thousand Provinces, Meteor Ancient Realm.

As the starlight shifted, a woman dressed in Moon White Brocade Robe walked gracefully towards them, the Hidden Pattern on her garments appearing and disappearing in the starlight.

Two composed old servants followed behind her, clearly indicating their distinguished status.

"My name Xie Qingshang from the Xie Family. I'd like to greet you fellow Daoists." She gave a graceful bow, her gaze sweeping over the five men with just the right amount of curiosity. "May I ask how you are addressed?"

"We belong to no sect or faction, just a few independent Rogue Cultivator," Zhao Lingyun replied calmly.

It's not that I'm deliberately hiding it, but there's no need to say it; the main reason is to avoid the cause and effect.

Yun Zexuan took a half step back without making a sound, leaving space for Zhao Lingyun to talk.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Qingshang's eyes, clearly disbelieving this explanation, yet he maintained a polite smile, "I see. This Meteor Ancient Realm is fraught with danger. If you gentlemen don't mind, why not travel with my daughter? It would be good for each other to look out for one another."

"You certainly know how to talk," Chu Wujiu remarked casually.

After speaking, he did not respond to the invitation. Instead, he took a step forward and walked directly towards the Light Screen, leaving behind only a meaningful message:

"Last time I went to a Secret Realm, I wanted to keep a low profile, but I ran into a few clueless people."

"And the result?" Ye Lingchuan followed behind, a rare hint of curiosity creeping into his mind.

"The result?" Chu Wujiu chuckled lightly, his figure disappearing Light Screen, his cold voice clearly rang out. "Naturally, we'll borrow their heads for a purpose."

"Anyone who obstructs my path will be killed without mercy."

Without saying a word, the group stepped into the Light Screen one after another, leaving the stunningly beautiful Xie Qingshang alone in place.

Xie Qingshang stood still, watching the ripples on the Light Screen gradually subside, her slender fingers silently closing within her sleeves.

A hint of disbelief flashed in her usually arrogant eyes—she had always been extremely confident in her appearance, and since childhood she had been known as the "Fairy Qingshang," attracting attention wherever she went.

In addition, being the legitimate daughter of the Xie Clan family, she was surrounded by stars and moon, and accompanied by phoenixes and cranes from a young age.

This was the scene she was used to.

Never before have I felt so utterly ignored, discarded like dust brushed off my clothes.

However, Xie Qingshang was not angry at all. Instead, a look of realization flashed in his eyes—he was certain that these people were no ordinary Rogue Cultivator, and even had quite a background.

'Especially this person...' she thought, her gaze fixed on the dark figure who had remained silent.

Qin Wangchuan.

He didn't utter a word from beginning to end, nor did he even glance at us.

But after taking only a few steps closer, Xie Qingshang clearly realized that this person was completely different from all those she had ever known before.

That is the absolute gap between oneself and the insurmountable chasm that an ant instinctively perceives when it looks up at the sky.

Thinking about this...

Xie Qingshang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her curiosity about the origins of these people growing stronger.