Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

"Su Jie, this time you will represent our Ghost Ridge Palace and set off first to find out the situation at the Heavenly Soul Sect."

In front of the Ghost Ridge Palace's mountain gate, Zhang Junwei's face was solemn as he instructed Su Jie.

"Take this with you. It might save your life in a critical moment."

Taoist Qiu approached and handed Su Jie a colorful snake gu. This type of snake gu was cultivated by Taoist Qiu himself, a unique kind of poisonous insect capable of rapidly healing bodily injuries.

"Sect Master, Master, I won't disgrace the reputation of our Ghost Ridge Palace."

Su Jie nodded heavily and put the item away.

After advancing to the Taoist Platform Realm, Su Jie returned to Ghost Ridge Palace and was immediately notified that he would be among the first batch sent to assist the Heavenly Soul Sect, leading as an Elder and commanding three other accompanying Elders, along with 32 inner disciples, and over 1500 outer disciples.

"Don't blindly charge ahead. If surrounded by the righteous sects, run as fast as you can. Those righteous sects love to gang up."

Zhang Junwei patted Su Jie on the shoulder, speaking with heartfelt concern.

"If you encounter someone at the Taoist Platform Realm, don't hesitate, just run."

Taoist Qiu added, emphasizing that Su Jie's identity was very sensitive. As a Devilish Immortal Seed, the Taoist Platform Realm of the righteous sects would show no mercy if they encountered him, preferring to eliminate him early.

Su Jie hadn't revealed his first-level cultivation in the Taoist Platform Realm. As long as he didn't deliberately show it, even someone like Zhang Junwei at the Taoist Platform Realm couldn't see through it.

"The people of the righteous sects aren't that scary; they all have one head and two arms. Of course, if I can't beat them, I'll definitely run."

Su Jie replied with a smile.

"As long as you're mentally prepared. Go on."

Zhang Junwei didn't say much more. They were all strong practitioners in the Secret Realm, but he was just worried that Su Jie lacked experience in the Jianghu.

Su Jie bid farewell to Taoist Qiu and returned to the Little Thousand Flying Sky Magic Boat.

"Set sail."

As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, Zhu Zhangqi had already called on many puppet hall disciples to activate the flying magic boat.

The massive magic boat soared into the sky, straight into the sky dome, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight with over a thousand disciples on board.

The magic boat housed a hundred disciples from the Puppet Sect. This journey had Su Jie mobilizing with the Thousand Hands Ship, which required the Puppet Hall disciples to operate and maintain its functioning. Moreover, if it got damaged in battle, having this group of engineer soldiers from the Puppet Hall meant repairs could be made anytime, anywhere.

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Nanyang City, the main base of the Heavenly Soul Sect.

In a city a hundred miles outside of Nanyang City, a battle was taking place.

Loud explosions sounded, several houses collapsed, and a figure stumbled out, trying to escape into the sky.

In mid-air, a young maiden slowly descended. Her skin was as delicate as coagulated fat, exuding a faint luster like frost and snow under moonlight, cold and transcendent.

Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, gently swaying in the wind, releasing a faint fragrance. Her demeanor was elegant and mysterious, like a woman walking out of a painting.

This was Mo Si Yao, a disciple of Miao Yin Temple, who in the past had only a cultivation of ten levels of Yunling Realm. She had now achieved a breakthrough from the Yunling Realm to the Secret Realm, possessing a first level of Secret Realm cultivation.

Seeing the man about to escape, Mo Si Yao extended her jade-like hand and softly chanted, "Heavenly Music — Blades of Fire."

The void trembled, red blades gathered, pinning the fleeing man to the ground.

Ugh!

The man's face twisted in pain, his skin rotting, as a menacing fierce ghost with crimson flesh emerged, leaving only a layer of human skin on the ground.

He was an elder from the Heavenly Soul Sect sent out to gather information, but unexpectedly encountered and was besieged by a group of talented disciples from the righteous sects.

"Filth from the Heavenly Soul Sect, where do you think you're running to?"

Another shout rang from the sky, as a dignified man riding white crashing waves and holding a trident appeared. The roaring waves turned into a water dragon, binding the man in place, unable to move.

Yu Wenjing from Guan Chao Pavilion exuded a grand presence, his strength having also advanced to the Secret Realm.

"Amitabha! Your sins weigh heavily upon you, why struggle so? It would be better to come to Lingfa Temple, where I shall recite scriptures for your sins to be cleansed daily, enabling a reborn life."

An male and female appeared in the sky. The man was a young monk dressed plainly, barefoot, with one hand holding a bamboo staff and the other a scroll, embodying the appearance of an austere pilgrim.

The woman was a young nun with a vermillion dot on her forehead, her brows long yet powerful like two golden blades guarding her clear and resolute eyes. She wore a simple white monk's robe that exuded an austere beauty.

The two hailed from Jingzhou Lingfa Temple's He Wenfeng and Jingyu Temple's Jiang Lin, both possessing Secret Realm cultivation.

"Bah, you hypocritical baldies, thinking to tame me. Not even in death will I let you succeed."

The Heavenly Soul Sect elder cursed, struggling to make a last stand.

"Humph, you demon cultivators truly don't know good from bad. Since you wish to die, I'll grant your wish."

A cold light descended from the sky, transforming into hundreds of flying swords, slicing the Heavenly Soul Sect elder's body into pieces, along with the sixth-grade fierce ghost that accompanied him, both perishing, their souls extinguished.

Amidst the flying swords merging, a young man with sword-like brows and a piercing gaze appeared, exuding a formidable aura. He was Zhang Xinming from the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance in Qing Province.

The Ten Thousand Sword Alliance was a sect focused on sword cultivation, known for their formidable attacks. Zhang Xinming was the strongest disciple of his generation in the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, also a righteous Immortal Seed, and had already grasped profound sword intent at a young age, possessing a primordial spirit at the God Unification Level.