If someone were to ask, in the world of cultivation, who is a chosen one, whose luck, talent, and life experience are unparalleled in the world?
I'm sure everyone would say the same name in unison.
Tian Xuanzi.
He was originally the Supreme Ancestor of Ziwei Heavenly Palace and the Peak Master of Jingyang Peak. Now he is the Lord of the Demon Realm. He is only 1,236 years old, but he is now recognized as the number one Mahayana cultivator in both the righteous and evil paths of the cultivation world.
Born into a mortal clan, he entered the mountains at the age of six to become a disciple and cultivate Taoism. He established his foundation at the age of ten, formed his core at the age of sixteen, formed his infant at the age of one hundred and eighty, transformed into a deity at the age of four hundred and eighty-eight, and transcended tribulation to reach the Mahayana stage at the age of nine hundred and fifteen.
It is rare for Tian Xuanzi to reminisce about his past like this.
Because it always reminded him of the old friends he had met, but those old friends had all left him during his thousand years of lonely cultivation.
Some perished in battle, some passed away peacefully at the end of their lifespan, and some parted ways and severed ties. Few of the living remained, and the souls of the dead scattered to the six realms. However, he was not necessarily very familiar with those people.
Because cultivation is not about being heartless and cutting off all debts, cultivators still possess the same jealousy, greed, and wariness as ordinary people.
From his birth to embarking on the path of cultivation, from Qi Refining to the Great Ascension stage, and now to becoming a Celestial Lord and ascending to the Dao Heaven, his cultivation journey has been smooth and successful, far surpassing others. This has long attracted countless envious and jealous people.
A few words of envy and provocation, seven or eight words of praise with hidden criticism, saying that the strong should have the demeanor of the strong, the leader should be the head of the group, he should be the first to take the lead in exterminating demons, and he should be the one to step forward and solve problems when they arise.
Tian Xuanzi was too lazy to bother with those people. When demons and monsters were in danger, he treated it as a test for himself and went with his sword. When he returned after solving the problem on his own, he never paid any attention to the flattery from the crowd.
But.
No matter how much those people flatter and praise him, saying things like "Immortal Lord is wise and righteous," "Immortal Lord works hard," or "This world can't survive without the Immortal Lord"...
But there was no one there.
Like her.
Despite his weak cultivation, he dared to stand defiantly before him, a Mahayana cultivator, adopting a protective stance against a group of imposing Nascent Soul elders, and sharply questioned:
"Why do you expect him to do anything for you? All those years he fought in the north and south, annihilating countless demons and monsters, accumulating immeasurable merit. Has it all vanished into thin air? He simply switched to the demonic path and became a demon; aren't you parasites who enjoy the safety brought by his righteous deeds while hiding in the back enjoying yourselves and scheming against the meritorious official, even more disgusting than the demon himself?!"
Suddenly, a strange warmth welled up in Tian Xuanzi's heart.
He clearly didn't care about those people's slander, but at this moment, looking at her grief-stricken yet resolute expression, he felt, for the first time ever, a rare feeling of being protected.
It was piping hot, but not strange at all; on the contrary, it was comforting and warming.
Tong Su had no idea that behind her, Tian Xuanzi, who always appeared indifferent and detached, was experiencing a profound emotional transformation.
She still glared at the Soul Power Mirror, gave Lu Han Yuanjun and the others a mocking sneer, and uttered a few words slowly and deliberately.
"Even a rat has skin, but a man has no manners! A man without manners, what is the point of living!"
Even rats have skin, so how can humans not have manners and dignity? If a person loses manners and dignity, what is the point of living?
"Bai Tong!"
Lu Han Yuanjun and the others trembled in disbelief, their eyes blazing with fury as they glared at Tong Su, their killing intent reaching its peak in an instant!
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