Affected by the evil power, the spiritual power in Li Zizai's body was leaking out all the time. Not to mention fighting with others, even if he sat still, breathing in and out, he could only barely maintain his balance.

He became like this and did not dare to return to the Valley of Beasts.

So he came to Guli City, where cultivators and mortals coexisted. With his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, he intimidated the locals and even blackmailed the largest restaurant, forcing the owner to collect spirit stones for him.

In order to avoid fighting with the monks in Guli City, he not only came only once a month, but also used the name of Xue San to spread the cruel deeds of the demon Xue San from the Demon Island to intimidate the villains.

This allowed him to spend two years in peace as he wished.

When others saw that he was dressed like a demon cultivator and that he was only at the initial stage of foundation building, they became afraid of him and no one came to cause trouble.

If everything went smoothly, perhaps he would have lived in this Guli City in such pain and helplessness for the rest of his life.

Li Zizai walked down the stairs, his whole body covered in a black robe. As soon as he appeared downstairs, he attracted many people's attention. When the guests saw his attire, their expressions changed slightly.

Especially the ghost-head bamboo stick in Li Zizai's hand exuded a cold aura.

"Farewell, senior." The shopkeeper clasped his fists and bowed to Li Zizai, hoping that this person would leave soon and not delay his business.

Li Zizai also knew what he was thinking, but he had never exposed him for a long time. He was only after the spirit stones and ignored everything else. Just when Li Zizai was about to leave, a black figure appeared in front of him.

"Who are you? Get out of the way quickly and don't block my way." When the shopkeeper saw Xue Kong, he immediately raised his voice, trying to shout Xue Kong away.

He didn't want to see Li Zizai killing people here, as it would affect his business.

Li Zizai stared at Xue Kong with his ghostly eyes hidden under his black robe. A strong sense of doubt and familiarity rose in his heart, and a sense of threat lingered in his heart. He said coldly: "Get out!"

The spectators around them didn't dare to move from their seats, and all looked at the two of them in fear.

In the corner of the lobby, there was a young man in a blue robe, looking at Xue Kong with a look of deep shock. There was also a hint of complexity in his eyes, as if he was lost in memories.

"You are so bold that you dare to use my name to cheat here." Xue Kong's voice was cold and he looked at Li Zizai indifferently.

"Who are you?" Li Zizai's eyes widened slightly, and the sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, almost overlapping with a figure in his memory.

Until he completely overlapped with that figure, Li Zizai's eyes showed an incredible look: "You are not dead!"

His voice was filled with immense fear.

So many years have passed, and he heard that a major incident occurred on the Demon Island and many cultivators died there. He originally thought that Xue Kong also died there, but he never expected to run into him today.

"Senior, do you know him?" the shopkeeper asked in a panic. He felt that Li Zizai seemed to be full of fear towards the person in front of him, and his voice was trembling slightly.

The fear in Li Zizai's eyes was almost overflowing. Thinking of the scene of seeing Xue Kong killing the foundation-building cultivator in the Demon Valley, he felt that his life was over. However, his desire to survive was strong. He waved the ghost-head bamboo stick in his hand, and a soul flew towards Xue Kong.

No one present expected that Li Zizai would suddenly kill someone. Everyone was so frightened that they screamed, and the shopkeeper fell to the ground, sweating profusely.

"A mere trifle." Xue Kong raised his right hand and lightly pointed at the soul. Suddenly, the soul let out a series of shrill soul roars, and the soul body dissipated in an instant, without any power to resist.

Li Zizai's eyes widened, and he froze in his tracks just as he was about to flee. He said in horror, "You killed the demon I carefully nurtured with your bare hands!"

"What level of cultivation have you reached!?"

Xue Kong smiled slightly and did not answer: "Hand over the storage bag."

"You!" Li Zizai stepped back, pleading, "I've strayed from the right path, practicing demonic techniques that have damaged my body. My spiritual energy is leaking out every day. Without these spirit stones, I won't be around long."

"If I give it to you..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Xue Kong said coldly, "Aren't these spirit stones offered by the shopkeeper to Xue San? Is your name Xue San?"

"This..." Li Zizai was choked for a moment.

yes.

The other party is Xue San.

The other party was the evil cultivator, and he was just a dying person who was taking someone else's place and struggling to survive.

Li Zizai reluctantly handed over the storage bag full of spirit stones. Xue Kong glanced at him and said coldly, "Go away. I won't kill you."

This man was already dying, and Xue Kong had no deep hatred towards him, so there was no need to kill him personally.

Li Zizai left angrily.

Everyone in the lobby was stunned. They all looked at Xue Kong. From the conversation between the two, they realized that... the real Xue San, the real devil, was this person, not the man in black robe.

However, they did not see any trace of a demon cultivator in Xue Kong.

On the contrary, he had a gentle temperament and looked more like a righteous monk.

Xue Kong didn't care what these people thought of him. He put away his storage bag, turned around, and walked towards a corner of the lobby. Everyone's eyes followed his movement.

Finally, we stopped at a table in the corner.

Xue Kong sat down with a smile. The young man in blue robe opposite him covered his face with one hand to hide his appearance and buried his head deeply under the table.

Xue Kong said softly: "Brother, we are old friends again, why don't you dare to meet each other?"

There was a long silence.

The young man in blue robe sighed softly: "Alas, I didn't expect you to come."

"Your cultivation..." Xue Kong realized that the blue-robed young man's cultivation was only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and his body was incomplete, with one leg broken.

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