Song Wen's face was full of sighs, tinged with helplessness born of necessity.
"The road of cultivation is blocked and long. One misstep leads to eternal damnation; one stray thought leaves neither corpse nor bones, with the soul scattered to the winds. As a Rogue Cultivator, I am like duckweed with no roots, and must tread carefully everywhere, as if walking on thin ice all day long... For the sake of convenience, I had no choice but to give myself several additional Daoist titles."
Hearing this, Ying Wu's gaze stirred slightly, ripples spreading within her eyes.
"The cultivation world is a place where the strong devour the weak. If Rogue Cultivators do not know how to adapt, they truly cannot take a single step..."
She abruptly paused, as though she had realized something. Her gaze suddenly sharpened.
"I think you have done too many bad things and can only use false names to swindle others. Since the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword is in your hands, Jian Xiao's death must have had something to do with you, right? When you took the initiative to visit me back then, you probably had some other purpose as well, didn't you?"
Song Wen's expression darkened slightly, and a trace of grief and indignation flashed through his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, words like these truly... chill my sincere heart. I visited you only to inquire about the Thunder Hou. When I first saw you, with your cloud-like hair and flower-like face, so pure and lovely that you seemed beyond the dust of the mortal world, I felt that even an immortal maiden of the jade terrace could be no more beautiful. Later, we spoke so pleasantly, and after witnessing the demon beasts you had modified, admiration arose in my heart. That was why I