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

Where the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples passed, the once magnificent and grand buildings immediately became pitted and pockmarked, teetering like ruins, truly scraping three feet off the ground, leaving not even a single hair for the Purple Mist Sect.

At this moment, the Little Thousand Flying Sky Magic Boat had already landed, and over a thousand Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples were bustling about, moving back and forth to the Flying Magic Boat like ants carrying food.

All sorts of treasures were being moved onto the Flying Magic Boat, including expensive spiritual materials and magic artifacts, as well as lesser valuable spirit soil, bricks, jade tiles, beams, and even corpses.

Fortunately, they used the Flying Magic Boat, which was large enough; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to hold everything, considering the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples didn't have that many or such large Storage Bags.

On the Flying Magic Boat, the frantic looting speed of the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples left Mo Shiyao and others dumbfounded.

"These guys, are they planning to leave the Purple Mist Sect without even a single brick or tile?"

Mo Shiyao's eyes widened; because of her outstanding talent, everything had been smooth since she entered Miao Yin Temple, leaving her lacking nothing. She found it hard to understand the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples' eagerness to loot everything.

"They are all people brought out by that Evil Su, truly birds of a feather. That demon extorted millions of spirit stones from our sect, and his disciples are equally greedy."

Jiang Lin concurred, visibly upset because these demon cultivators even moved the corpses onto the Flying Magic Boat.

"Amitabha Buddha, utterly heartless, utterly heartless indeed!"

He Wenfeng chanted the Buddha's name with his mouth, yet inwardly he was envious beyond measure; looting a sect like this must yield how much wealth!

As the group expressed their thoughts, Su Jie came to an underground prison.

Here, Su Jie saw over a thousand civilians imprisoned.

They showed no signs of mistreatment, merely imprisoned here, their faces numb and lifeless, like living corpses, their eyes lifeless, showing no response to the external changes.

Su Jie's divine sense swept over these civilians and found their souls were like tattered sacks, full of holes, with defects in their Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

"Have you found out?"

Su Jie asked Chen Yun, who was nearby, with a cold tone.

Chen Yun nodded and said, "According to several prisoners, these civilians were used by the Purple Mist Sect for cultivation."

"Cultivation, or eating people?"

Su Jie raised an eyebrow, unconsciously asking this question.

"Not eating people, they cultivate the Wanxiang Heavenly Power True Method, a cultivation technique that borrows heavenly might for personal use."

Chen Yun shook her head and produced a jade scroll, explaining: "Cultivating this technique comes at a cost. They borrow heavenly might for cultivation, which requires the divine soul to withstand the pressure of the heavenly might. Thus, they developed a Substitution Technique, which involves partitioning part of the divine soul and placing it on the civilians to act as substitutes to endure the pressure of heavenly might.

These civilians were deceived by the Purple Mist Sect to come up the mountain for money, completely unaware of what they would encounter. Many weak souls, after enduring the heavenly might, became the muddleheaded fools they are now. The Purple Mist Sect would clear a batch every so often, a secret they never let out."

After Chen Yun finished speaking, her gaze changed as well. Before besieging the mountain gate, she never imagined that the Purple Mist Sect, which always claimed to follow the righteous path, would also deceive civilians to act as consumables for their cultivation, turning people into idiots and fools.

"The righteous path has its filth too, only they hide it well, unlike the Demon Path which is open about it."

Su Jie sneered, picking up the "Wanxiang Heavenly Power True Method" jade scroll, scanning its contents with his divine sense.

This cultivation technique was just as Su Jie thought, the core technique most cultivated by the Purple Mist Sect, borrowing heavenly might for cultivation, able to communicate with heavenly might in battle to greatly enhance personal combat power.

Of course, this heavenly might is not the kind Su Jie connects to the Tao River with; communicating with the Tao River requires at least a primordial spirit, which most disciples are not qualified to achieve.

Their so-called heavenly might is only a derived rule of heavenly might, using the Ten Thousand Forms Heavenly Might Array to manipulate the surrounding environment's magnetic field and spiritual energy field to achieve an effect.

But even though they don't connect to the Tao River, it is still heavenly might; cultivating it is risky, and the divine soul of those disciples could easily be damaged, leading them to use ordinary people as substitutes to endure it.

It's similar to the Human Worm Refining Technique of the Ghost Ridge Palace, requiring the plunder of human genes to mix with and accommodate the poisonous insect genes, enabling the body to withstand the repulsion from the insects, manifesting externally as cannibalism.

"I wonder if other righteous paths are like this."

Chen Yun murmured softly, as the propaganda of the righteous path has led most common folk to believe that the righteous path represents justice and light.

"When you find a cockroach in the sunlight in your house, it means there are already too many in the dark to fit."

Su Jie sneered again; once you really deal with the righteous path, you find that talk of the righteous path representing justice is all nonsense.

In the eyes of cultivators, whether of the righteous path or demon path, they mostly see themselves as high and above, never treating ordinary people as equals. The Demon Path treats lower disciples as consumables, even more so for ordinary civilians than cattle and horses.

The righteous path appears virtuous and upright on the surface, yet in reality, they do not genuinely care about civilians, merely spouting words of righteousness and morality while regarding ordinary people as mere ants in their hearts.

Those capable of wielding earth-shattering power, living for centuries or even millennia, altering the skies with a mere gesture, would not regard ordinary people as equals.

If not for Su Jie's twenty-plus years of Blue Star education, shaping his outlook, he'd be no different from most cultivators in Tianyuan World.

"Hall Master, the looting is almost done. Shall we make our retreat?"

Zhu Zhangqi entered the cave at this time, reporting the situation outside to Su Jie.

Su Jie's eyes were cold as he withdrew his gaze, saying, "Just leaving like this is too lenient on the Purple Mist Sect. Add another fire, destroy the Purple Mist Sect utterly, ruin its spirit vein, sever its land, uproot its foundation so it can never rise again."

Chen Yun and Zhu Zhangqi exchanged a glance, then cupped their fists in unison: "Yes, Hall Master; we will get it done."

Both quickly retreated, while Su Jie looked at the muddleheaded civilians before him, with their fractured souls and no chance of recovery, like fools and idiots.

Su Jie shook his head without speaking further, turned, and walked out of the cave.

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Outside, the looting by Ghost Ridge Palace was nearly complete; everything they could take was taken.

After receiving Su Jie's order, those things they couldn't take, the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples began lighting fires; little flames started burning in the various halls and pavilions of the Purple Mist Sect, flames reaching into the sky.

The Thousand-Handed Centipede also unfolded its white bone visage, emitting purple light rays, bombarding the mountain peaks and cave abodes, blasting and destroying them one by one.

Moreover, a Ghost Ridge Palace Elder, proficient in formations, reached the underground spirit vein of the Purple Mist Sect, set up a formation to alter the spirit vein, and introduced a certain unique poison to contaminate the underground spirit vein, a problem unsolvable without years of effort.

Han Ruyan released her Dead Silence Curse; a black moon rose slowly, trees withering and twisting grotesquely into demon-like shapes, the earth turned barren and bare red ground.

If this curse domain is not eradicated, nothing will grow here for decades; if ordinary people enter, they'd still be affected by lingering curses.

Such actions left no trace for the Purple Mist Sect to recover; even if elite forces returned, rebuilding the sect would be an almost impossible task.

Su Jie returned to the Flying Magic Boat, looking at the ruined and desolated Purple Mist Sect, waving a large hand: "Everyone, set sail."

"Homeward bound, homeward bound!"

One by one, the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples climbed onto the Flying Magic Boat, each filled with joy and delight on their faces.

The wealth they gained today was massive for each individual; everyone felt satisfied and wholeheartedly convinced of Su Jie, who brought them glory and luxury.

The Flying Magic Boat gradually accelerated, ascending into the sky, merging into the clouds, leaving a desolate wasteland below, the once prosperous Purple Mist Sect no longer existing.

The next day when Purple Mist Sect disciples returned to the mountain gate for a retreat and saw the demolished mountain gate, they were stunned, immediately relaying the news to their sect, and the news quickly spread, causing a tremor throughout Qingzhou.