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

Han Ruyan's cold, lifeless eyes stared at her. She raised her hand, and just when Jiang Lin thought she was about to meet her end, she found herself rapidly lifted into the air, carried by Han Ruyan towards the Flying Magical Boat.

...

"I admit defeat."

Yu Wenjing looked at the giant Thousand-Handed Centipede behind him, as big as a mountain, rapidly closing in with a rumbling sound. The ground shook, and countless trees were broken and crushed as it forcibly carved a path through the forest.

Facing the ever-nearing Thousand-Handed Centipede, Yu Wenjing finally gave up hope. He stood his ground and chose to surrender.

Because he feared that if he ran any further, he would become a meal for the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

...

Mo Shiyao quietly hid beneath a deep spring, her graceful figure concealed by the water. Her spiritual power was completely retracted, emitting no fluctuations, hoping to evade capture.

"Are you coming out on your own, or do I have to force you out?"

Suddenly, a voice penetrated the water, and Mo Shiyao's pretty face instantly turned ashen. She recognized it as Su Jie's voice transmitted through divine sense.

Within the spring, strands of eerie, pale corpse hands snaked in like fish, rapidly approaching Mo Shiyao.

With no other choice, Mo Shiyao emerged from the deep spring, jumping back onto the shore.

"Nice figure, no wonder you can captivate all the male disciples of Qingzhou."

Su Jie stood by the spring, eyeing Mo Shiyao up and down. Due to her clothes being soaked by the spring water, Mo Shiyao's figure was exposed completely.

Mo Shiyao's face flushed with shame and anger, she quickly used spiritual power to evaporate the water from her clothes.

However, it was clear she was overthinking it, because Su Jie had no intention of pitying her.

Without any hesitation, countless pale corpse hands surged out from Su Jie's sleeves like a tide, engulfing Mo Shiyao completely.

Su Jie kicked her, sending Mo Shiyao flying towards the Flying Magical Boat.

...

Once everything had settled down.

On the spacious deck of the Little Thousand Flying Sky Magic Boat, Zhang Xinming and the others regrouped. However, they now shared a common status, captives.

All were fixed in a kneeling position. Su Jie sat on a grand chair, calmly observing them, making everyone feel uneasy.

"What exactly do you want?"

Mo Shiyao spoke. She initially thought that having fallen into Su Jie's hands, she would be killed. But instead, he merely had her tied to the deck, gazing at her with malicious eyes. She couldn't understand what Su Jie's intentions were.

"Miss Mo, every time we meet, something interesting happens. I seem to always end up killing one of your lovers. By the way, does this time's group contain another of your sweethearts?"

Su Jie smirked playfully, recalling that several of Mo Shiyao's lovers had died at his hands.

Upon hearing this, Mo Shiyao's face turned red and then pale, feeling as though her defenses were breaking.

Next to her, Yu Wenjing's mouth twitched. Su Jie's words echoed his own thoughts.

"Alright, enough with the useless talk."

Su Jie clapped his hands, and Chen Yun stepped out from behind him, placing a pile of letters and a brush in front of Mo Shiyao and the others.

As Zhang Xinming and the others looked puzzled, Su Jie spoke: "I am a person who always seeks harmony. I don't wish to create unnecessary bloodshed, so you all had better write letters, explain your situation, plead for leniency, and have your sects pay for your ransom. Each of you is worth ten million spirit stones, and as for Brother Zhang, being a righteous Immortal Seed, it's not unreasonable for your price to be tripled. So let's set it at twenty million spirit stones, and the price can be negotiated."

Su Jie finished speaking with a cheerful smile, and the whole group — Zhang Xinming, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng, Mo Shiyao, and Yu Wenjing — were utterly dumbfounded.

Ransom?

For people of their standing, getting captured by a Demon Cultivator and then being used to demand ransom from their sects was a blow to their pride, igniting their fury.

"You wicked creature, your heart is indeed vicious. I will never write that letter."

Mo Shiyao bit her silver teeth. She knew that once the letter was written, even if she were rescued, she would become the laughingstock of the cultivators of Qingzhou.

A genius who had to humble herself and pay ransom to a Demon Cultivator would be ruthlessly mocked wherever she went.

Moreover, given the exaggerated number of ten million spirit stones, it was clear Su Jie had no intention of releasing anyone.

"As cultivators, we can be killed but not humiliated. If you have the guts, kill me, but you won't make me submit."

Zhang Xinming struggled as he roared at Su Jie. He was a righteous Immortal Seed, cherishing his image. If it became known he had written a ransom plea, his entire reputation would be ruined, something he couldn't accept. For someone as proud as Zhang Xinming, writing that letter was more painful than death.

"You devil, you will never succeed."

Jiang Lin also held her head high, glaring at Su Jie with red eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha, Mr. Su, it's best to show mercy where you can. You're being too attached."

He Wenfeng's face was conflicted. He thought the ransom amount was too high. If it were a million, their sect might find a way, but ten million was an impossibility for Lingfa Temple.

He Wenfeng knew very well that though the monks of Lingfa Temple claimed to treat wealth as dirt, in reality, those monks loved money the most and were stingy to the extreme.

"Our Guan Chao Pavilion absolutely will not accept your extortion. You should give up on that idea."

Yu Wenjing was willing to write, but he couldn't agree so easily, especially with his companions watching.

"You're making this difficult for me!"

Su Jie smacked his lips. He had confiscated the storage bags of these genius disciples, but he still wanted to make use of them.

At present, these genius disciples posed no threat to Su Jie. Killing them wouldn't change a thing.

On the contrary, using them to earn profits was Su Jie's true intention.

Su Jie went through great trouble to reach the Heavenly Soul Sect, not to help them out of some sense of righteousness or to do good deeds, bringing his own provisions to work for them!

Helping the Heavenly Soul Sect was secondary; making money was Su Jie's primary goal.

Human trafficking is also a way to make money, fitting the style of a Demon Cultivator!

Seeing these so-called geniuses with stubborn pride, Su Jie snapped his fingers, his eyes lingering on Mo Shiyao and Jiang Lin, two beautiful female cultivators, making them shiver all over.

"What crooked idea are you plotting? I said I won't write, and I mean it."

Mo Shiyao said proudly, like a majestic swan, asserting she would never submit.

"If you won't write, I'll have to hand you over to the Heavenly Soul Sect. They would offer a high price as well. It's just that your end, well, I've heard that Nanyang City, where the Heavenly Soul Sect is located, has a famous brothel called Wan Hua Building. If they get you, they'll surely sell you to Wan Hua Building first. The allure of a righteous sect's genius female cultivator would be quite welcome among the demon cultivator disciples. They'd gladly pay thousands of spirit stones for a night, eager to spend an intimate evening with a righteous Secret Realm genius female cultivator to recoup their investment."

Su Jie said, eyes squinting, not caring the least about it.

Mo Shiyao's face turned pale, while Jiang Lin seemed to want to tear Su Jie into pieces.

"I'll write."

Seeing that Su Jie was about to summon someone to hand them over to the Heavenly Soul Sect, Mo Shiyao finally gave in, followed closely by Jiang Lin. Compared to being sold to a brothel, requesting ransom from their sects didn't seem as disgraceful.

"I heard there's also a preference for the Dragon Yang school inside the Wan Hua Building, and those guys from the Heavenly Soul Sect who raise ghosts all year around are quite twisted. They wouldn't refuse you."

Su Jie then turned his gaze to Zhang Xinming, making the righteous Immortal Seed tremble.

The thought of those ghost-raising Demon Cultivators, who were neither fully human nor ghost, getting close to him, made Zhang Xinming's heart waver. Hastily, he picked up the brush and began writing, losing the courage to maintain his pride.