Carving a Bloody Path (Middle)

A gentle breeze brushed across Chang'an City.

Xuan Yuanming stood honestly outside the courtyard gate.

To be honest, compared to the days before, he suddenly felt that being a lowly gatekeeper wasn't so bad.

Cultivators and demons in this world spend their entire lives fighting and killing, yet in the end, all they seek is peace.

Since it was all for the sake of peace in the end, he might as well skip all those life-or-death troubles.

Becoming a gatekeeper ahead of time—wasn't that just taking a shortcut?

But such peaceful days did not last long.

After listening to the young girl's questions regarding the Dao Painting, the burly man revealed a helpless expression.

He spread his hands and gave a bitter smile: "Fairy... it is not that I am unwilling to tell you, but in truth, I do not know much about the Dao Painting myself..."

Seeing Jiang Yuechu remain silent, Xuan Yuanming hurriedly continued: "With my natural talent, I am considered top-tier in the Southern Immortal Palace, but when it comes to the Dao Painting, how could I have the qualifications to covet it?"

"The best outcome would be to wait for my father to pass away, and then inherit the Dao Painting..."

Speaking of this, Xuan Yuanming's expression grew even more bitter: "But with that old thing's lifespan, I fear he will live even longer than I do."

Therefore, he had never even considered that he could enter the Painting Realm.

"..."

Hearing these words, Jiang Yuechu felt slightly disappointed.

That White Elephant was truly something.

She had patiently prepared herself to listen to a detailed explanation, only for him to suddenly get excited and perform a death on the spot... and now she was left to continue inquiring about the Dao Painting herself.

Seeing the young