If even one was discovered anywhere, countless cultivators would immediately descend, digging three feet into the ground if necessary to drag them out, grind their bones to dust, and scatter their ashes!
If a sect was discovered harboring a Demon Cultivator, the lofty Emperor Pavilion, with its damned attitude of preferring to kill a hundred million innocents rather than let a single culprit escape, would absolutely wipe out the entire sect without hesitation!
"I'm screwed..."
Cold sweat sprang from Chun Xiaobai's forehead.
No, no!
Chun Xiaobai shook his head hard again.
His mystic power was shapeless and colorless. It had none of this sinister, icy black aura.
If he cultivated a Demonic Path technique, that old fox Lu Qingshan would surely have sniffed him out ages ago. How could he possibly have let him keep prancing around here?
But... how do I explain being able to absorb this stuff?
"Right!"
"That's just this Great King jumping to conclusions! What if this stuff isn't demonic energy at all?"
Chun Xiaobai hurriedly found himself a way out and forcibly pressed down his restless heart.
What a joke!
He had yet to build the grand dominion of his Black Wind Stronghold. If someone really exterminated him as a Demon, wouldn't that be a terrible injustice?
Once he grew strong enough, forget being a Demon Cultivator-even if he were an Evil God, what blind fool would dare provoke him?
Chun Xiaobai studied Leng Suxin again, pondering.
He felt it was necessary to undo her Seal and question her face-to-face.
If he didn't get to the bottom of this, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!
So he raised a finger, preparing to undo her Seal.
But just as his finger was about to touch her, he suddenly realized that this seemed a little