Bi Xie's lips twitched. He's really getting addicted to acting!

"Ji Gui, let's go home first," Bi Xie rubbed his temples, looking at the disciple who had fainted outside the Fire Poison Cave. With a flick of his finger, he used the Water Ripple Step to leave.

Not long after the two left, the disciple slowly woke up, rubbed his head, and looked around.

How did he fall asleep?

After a moment of confusion, the disciple suddenly wiped the drool from his mouth. A figure in scarlet robes suddenly flashed through his mind, and his handsome face suddenly flushed red.

The two quickly returned to Xuanhuo Peak. Bi Xie patted the boy on the back and said helplessly, "Wuyou, we're here. Let go of your master."

The boy slowly lifted his eyelids and sighed, "We've arrived so quickly. Wuyou hasn't had enough of hugging me yet."

"Just a little longer, please?" the boy said softly, like a kitten lying on the windowsill in the afternoon sun, snuggling up to its owner.

Bi Xie's lips twitched slightly. Thinking that the two had been separated for three years, he hesitated for a while but ultimately did not push him away.

The scenery of Xuanhuo Peak was beautiful and varied. Bi Xie took a quick look around when he suddenly heard the young man whisper, "Master, do you like good people? Look at Ji Gui, does he look like a good person?"

"Huh?" Bi Xie thought he had misheard and looked at the gentle-looking boy with a puzzled expression.

Is he any kind of good person?

When the villainous boss in the world asked him if he looked like a good person, Bi Xie felt it was a bit surreal.

He continued to mutter, his tone gradually turning fierce from calm: "Master, I used to be a good person. I didn't kill anyone, but those people wanted to kill me. They hung me on the top of the Immortal Guidance Peak. At that time, I felt like I had gone mad..."

The hand encircling her waist drew closer and closer, and Bi Xie pressed against him, feeling the boy's body tremble slightly.

"It hurts so much, Master, it hurts so much! Those firebirds tear off a big chunk of flesh with each bite, and the bitten areas burn with pain."

“Master, do you know? When I was in so much pain I was about to die, I saw a deity. I begged the deity to save me, but he just smiled at me. Then a demon reached out from underground and dragged me down—”

He pursed his lips and hesitated before stroking the boy's trembling back.

His broad, youthful back trembled for a moment, then the trembling subsided.

The boy's painful gasps suddenly turned into a deep laugh. He abruptly tightened his embrace, burying his face in Bi Xie's shoulder, and said fiercely, "Master, didn't you want to save me? Use yourself to save me, and I'll promise you to believe in the gods one more time!"

Bi Xie was in pain from being strangled, but he didn't utter a sound.

Perhaps others would have thought Ji Gui was neurotic after hearing his rambling explanation, but Bi Xie understood.

He subtly recounted his past experiences to her.

He wanted to tell her, yet he was also afraid to tell her.

Even though she was abandoned by the gods, she was willing to believe in the light again for them.

"Ji Gui, if the gods won't save you, I will," Bi Xie said, stroking the satin-like black hair and gently kissing the boy's forehead as his breathing gradually calmed.

A brief kiss, then they parted.

The boy froze, his amber eyes staring blankly at Bi Xie. After a moment of silence, he called out to her in an incredibly soft voice, "Master—"

Bi Xie smiled warmly at him and patted his head. "Are you hungry? Master will make you something to eat."

Since he didn't want to be the feared Demon Ancestor Ji Gui, he would become her disciple Wuyou.

"Hmm," the boy responded softly, a slight smile playing on his lips, his voice gentle and soothing.

Bi Xie wanted to rub his head again.

Ji Gui in his youth was so adorable that you just wanted to ravage him.

The kitchen was covered in dust. Bi Xie went in and came out again. He glanced at the storage bag and saw that there was still a lot of spare spirit beast meat and seasonings.

Bi Xie plans to have another barbecue.

However, before the barbecue even started, Bi Xie received a message talisman.

Unlike communication talismans, these talismans are extremely difficult to draw and are very expensive. Generally, when a sect needs to use a communication talisman to transmit a message, it must be an extremely important message.

Bi Xie, who already had a plan in mind, frowned in surprise after seeing the contents of the communication talisman.

The cranes kept in the sect flew high together, circling above the peaks, creating a spectacular sight.

Wuyou glanced at the cranes in the sky, her eyes flickered slightly, and looked at Bixie, "Master, what's wrong?"

Bi Xie glanced at him and said softly, "It's alright. I'm going out for a bit. You eat some spiritual fruit first, and I'll come back to cook for you later."

Something flashed quickly in her clear, black and white eyes, and Wuyou smiled obediently, "Okay, Wuyou will wait for Master to return."

As soon as you approach Cuiwei Peak, the scene of weapons clashing on the ground and in the sky comes into view.

Rocks collapsed, leaving the earth scarred and devastated. In the sky, demonic cultivators rode flying beasts in fierce battle against the Golden Light Sect disciples who flew on magical artifacts. On the ground, demonic cultivators and righteous cultivators fought desperately, with shouts of battle echoing throughout the land.

Battles in the cultivation world are far more brutal than those in the mortal realm. Everywhere is filled with crimson light and flames, magical artifacts and rare treasures, and spirit beasts and demonic beasts are all summoned. Any strike causes the earth to shake and mountains to tremble, blood-red light stains the sky, and wails and screams are constant.

A burst of demonic energy suddenly shot out from the black mist, heading straight for Bi Xie.

Bi Xie's mind sharpened, and he cleaved the oncoming demonic blade with a merciless scythe.

Something was surging within the black mist, and one after another, demonic blades carrying black energy stabbed towards Bi Xie's face. A strange, creaking voice rang out, "You are the Wind Demon True Monarch of Xuanhuo Peak? Not bad, you were actually able to withstand my Five Black Curses."

Bi Xie narrowed his eyes, gripped the ruthless scythe tightly, and charged directly at the black demonic blade.

The merciless scythe flashed, scattering the demonic blades wreathed in black mist. Bi Xie stared intently at the black fog, "He Gao?"

The cackling laughter stopped abruptly: "You know me?"

Bi Xie snorted and glanced at the demonic cultivators causing chaos: "Did you bring all these demonic cultivators? Foolish!"

"You dare to insult me?" The voice from the black mist carried a hint of anger. "So it was you who influenced Lord Demon Ancestor? That you caused Lord Demon Ancestor to neglect such a crucial matter as the revitalization of demonic cultivation! I will kill you today!"

His cultivation level at the late Nascent Soul stage was suddenly released.

Within the thick black fog, the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses seemed to echo. The fog dispersed into various shapes, and numerous dark figures wielding weapons rode on large, black horses formed from the condensed fog, like ghostly soldiers who had perished on the battlefield, exuding a chilling aura of death.

Some black mist condensed into a giant black-winged bird, glaring menacingly down at Bi Xie, as if it might swoop down at any moment and peck out her eyes.

Bi Xie stared at the astonishing scene before him, the ruthless scythe reflecting the woman's exquisitely beautiful yet chilling face.

The difference in cultivation level between the early and late stages of the Nascent Soul realm is like that between an ant and a giant elephant.