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

The Elder of the Heavenly Soul Sect has died, leaving behind a group of ghosts running amok in the street, but there are also many disciples from the righteous sect nearby. They all took action, and in no time, the danger was completely eliminated.

A group of people landed on the ground, and Yu Wenjing picked up the storage bag left by the Heavenly Soul Sect's Elder, chuckling lightly, "Quite wealthy, planning to divide it later."

"Who knows how many people's hard-earned wealth he plundered."

Jiang Lin shook her head, her words calm.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, his face showing compassion, chanting the Sutra of Salvation to redeem the dead souls.

"Demonic cults like these deserve no pity. What's the point of going through the trouble of redemption!"

Zhang Xinming snorted coldly, unable to tolerate it.

"Buddha said all beings are equal; he merely took the wrong path. We should treat every life equally. After reincarnation, who can say he won't be a good person in the next life?"

He Wenfeng's expression remained unchanged, only speaking after finishing the redemption chant.

"Everyone, there's a notification from the sect saying that most of the Heavenly Soul Sect's power is concentrated in Nanyang City, with some demon cultivators remaining outside. We are responsible for clearing them up."

Yu Wenjing took out a map and said after spreading it out.

On the map, besides the core Nanyang City, the surrounding towns and villages were also occupied by the Heavenly Soul Sect as sources of fear.

The righteous joint team organized by Guan Chao Pavilion is orderly approaching Nanyang City, with these surrounding cities handed over to the disciples for cleanup, serving to train them and increase their practical experience.

"Brother Zhang, I think we should start cleaning from this side..."

Yu Wenjing raised his head, only to see Zhang Xinming chatting and laughing with Mo Shiyao, not paying attention to what he was saying at all.

"Senior Brother Zhang, how did your swordsmanship become so strong? Can you teach me when you have time?"

Mo Shiyao smiled gently, speaking to Zhang Xinming.

"Are you interested in the Sword Dao?"

Zhang Xinming raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Yes, the Sword Dao is supreme in battle, especially useful against demon cultivators. Learning more can't hurt."

Mo Shiyao spoke with a hint of coquettishness, "Senior Brother Zhang, could you teach me? I genuinely want to learn, not asking for your sect's secret sword formulas, just some basic sword Dao will do."

Seeing this, Yu Wenjing's mouth twitched slightly. This most beautiful female cultivator of the younger generation in Qingzhou seemed to be seeking a Taoist couple again.

Yu Wenjing had an inexplicable bad premonition because every time Mo Shiyao found someone, they would soon meet an untimely death. First, it was Du Shaochang, then Qi Shijian, including Wei Ji, the Immortal Seed, all fell victim, all dying at the same person's hands. Sometimes Yu Wenjing couldn't help but wonder if Mo Shiyao had some husband-dooming aura, causing whoever she attached to to die!

Fortunately, Mo Shiyao didn't know Yu Wenjing's thoughts at this time, or she would surely have turned hostile towards him.

"I'll teach you when I have time, just afraid you won't be able to learn it."

Zhang Xinming replied, very pleased with Mo Shiyao's admiration.

"With Senior Brother Zhang's Immortal Seed guidance, if I can't learn it, then no one in this world can teach me Sword Dao."

Mo Shiyao chuckled brightly, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Zhang Xinming. The sword cultivator's moves were so dashing, combined with Zhang Xinming's identity as an Immortal Seed, Mo Shiyao was quite moved.

"I heard Qingzhou's Demon Path also has an Immortal Seed named Su Jie. Is he really that powerful?"

Talking about the Immortal Seed, Jiang Lin suddenly interjected.

Upon hearing the name, both Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao's expressions soured, because within Qingzhou's righteous sect's younger generation, Su Jie was a taboo name. Since Wei Ji's death at Su Jie's hands, Su Jie had become synonymous with the demoralization of countless Qingzhou genius cultivators.

"Yes, that devil is very strong. Wei Ji died at his hands."

Yu Wenjing stated honestly. He knew Wei Ji's strength, yet even so, Wei Ji was slain by Su Jie, emphasizing Su Jie's terrifying power. Yu Wenjing, though one of the top talents in Guan Chao Pavilion, was far inferior to the Immortal Seed Wei Ji, let alone Su Jie.

"I want to test his strength; my path in the Sword Dao requires honing against such strong adversaries."

Zhang Xinming's eyes sharpened. Walking the path of the sword cultivator required a relentless spirit, honing one's edge by defeating strong peers would propel his Sword Intent forward sharply.

"Hey, it's better if you don't confront Su Jie."

Yu Wenjing subtly advised that provoking Su Jie was, to him, an obvious death wish behavior.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang, let the elders from our sects deal with that devil."

Mo Shiyao chimed in to support. Although she loathed Su Jie, she knew full well that Su Jie's battle prowess was on another level now, even possibly beyond the match of her master, the sect leader of Miao Yin Temple, highlighting Su Jie's fearsome power.

"You all fear demon cultivators too much; your cultivation mindset still needs honing! We cultivators need only adhere to one principle: my heart is my sword. Where my sword aims, there are no adversaries. If I encounter this Su Jie, I will definitely test his strength."

Hearing their words, Zhang Xinming's competitive spirit was further fueled.

"I am also curious if this Su Jie lives up to his name."

Jiang Lin spoke calmly, her prowess was acknowledged across Jingzhou, deemed as one of the top disciples, second only to He Wenfeng beside her.

"Amitabha Buddha, should there be a chance to meet Su Jie, I will do my utmost to guide him back to the righteous path."

He Wenfeng's face was compassionate, displaying the demeanor and tone of an old monk, despite his youth.

Yu Wenjing was speechless. He didn't continue to persuade them, figuring since the battle was against the Heavenly Soul Sect and not Ghost Ridge Palace, they wouldn't meet Su Jie, dismissing their bravado as bluffing.

In the following days, Yu Wenjing's group of dozens of talented disciples kept clearing the Heavenly Soul Sect's periphery, exterminating the remaining demon cultivators.

Among these talented disciples, there were five at the Secret Realm level, making it easy to handle the periphery of the Heavenly Soul Sect. Whether it was fierce ghosts or zombies, or wielding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, they couldn't escape their suppression.

Their bold actions even provoked retaliation from the Heavenly Soul Sect.

At one point, multiple elders from the Heavenly Soul Sect were dispatched to encircle them, yet Yu Wenjing's team had guardians secretly protecting these talented disciples, all with Senior Secret Realm cultivation.

The Heavenly Soul Sect's retaliation not only failed but they suffered heavy losses, eventually retreating back to Nanyang City, relying on the great formation to protect their Mountain Gate.

On this day, while traveling to the next outer city of the Heavenly Soul Sect, Yu Wenjing's group suddenly saw a massive Flying Magical Boat appear in the Sky Dome Cloud Layer en route.

"Is it the sect's Magic Boat, with the Supreme Elder here to support the frontline? But there hasn't been any news."

Yu Wenjing's face lit up with joy, because Guan Chao Pavilion in Qingzhou was the only one with a Flying Magical Boat, and judging from the appearance, it seemed to match the Guan Chao Pavilion's design.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenjing flew up proactively, heading towards the Magic Boat.

"Everyone, this is my sect elder's Magic Boat. I'll go greet them first. If the elders permit, I'll invite you all on board to appreciate Guan Chao Pavilion's Flying Magical Boat in all its glory."

Yu Wenjing's face showed pride as he spoke from above, already flying to the front of the Magic Boat, looking directly at it.

There, Yu Wenjing saw a young man leisurely sipping tea with his legs crossed on the spacious deck, appearing very relaxed.

Seeing the young man's true face, Yu Wenjing's smile instantly faded, his heart nearly stopped in fright, left dumbfounded.