"Demon cultivator? Haha, ridiculous!" Fan Wubing's eyes were steely. "What is 'immortal,' what is 'demon,' need not be defined by the likes of you. All I know is that right here, right now, the things you've done and the words you've said fully illustrate what a 'demon cultivator' is."

He Chen smiled, squeezing the flesh on his face so that his eyes became mere slits. "A sharp-tongued brat, indeed."

Under the curtain of pouring rain, the tension between the two was palpable.

Fan Wubing felt uncertain.

He couldn't gauge the intensity of He Chen's aura at all. Middle Stage of Nascent Soul, Late Stage of Nascent Soul? Or even higher?

On the surface of He Chen's body, a thin mist of blood began to emerge, and his qi and blood surged as if boiling.

Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Boy, does this feel familiar to you?"

Fan Wubing took a slight moment to sense it, and his pupils involuntarily contracted. Of course, he was familiar with such an aura of qi and blood, but what shocked him at this moment was... He Chen's way of manipulating his qi and blood.

That method...

That method!

It's like the Blood Burning Skill.

Too similar, almost cut from the same mold.

Fan Wubing suddenly recalled that the Blood Burning Skill was an incomplete text, with very limited content, and due to its significant side effects in various aspects, it was rated as "Mortal-grade Low-tier," the lowest category, by players' panels.

Could it be that He Chen possesses other scrolls of the Blood Burning Skill?

If that's the case... the reason he came to find me seems obvious. Perhaps what he lacks is the first scroll of the Blood Burning Skill, or thinking on a larger scale, he might have taken over He Chen's body and joined the Eternal Immortal Sect precisely for the first scroll of the Blood Burning Skill!

If so, he is truly a demon cultivator.

Fan Wubing remained unwavering. "Ha. Familiar? Familiar with what? Familiar with your disgusting posture?"

"Tsk, tsk, your mouth is tough, isn't it? I get what you're implying—you firmly believe you're a righteous person, never doing evil, and even if you use demonic skills, it's only to fend off enemies. You never considered harming others, right?" He Chen seemed to see through Fan Wubing's thoughts.

Fan Wubing replied nonchalantly, "I've never claimed to be righteous. To me, the Immortal Path and the Great Dao are the only priorities. On this path, safeguarding my moral boundaries is what I've always been doing."

"I've seen too many people like you," He Chen sneered without restraint. "There's always someone like you thinking, 'What does it matter if I practice demonic skills? As long as I stick to my principles, it's fine.' They revel in the high rewards and battle power, constantly hypnotizing themselves, 'I'm still me; I won't be changed by the demonic skills.' But guess what?"

Fan Wubing silently looked at him.

He Chen grinned, blood seeping through his gums, showing the agitation of his qi and blood. "Those people, in the end, succumb to the allure of the demonic benefits. Today they think, 'I've only killed one innocent person; I won't do it again.' Tomorrow they think, 'Killing one more won't matter much as long as I hold onto my principles.' Then, their boundaries get lower and lower... Until they suddenly realize they've truly erred, there's no turning back anymore."

Fan Wubing chuckled, "Hearing you say this, it almost feels like you have the best intentions."

He Chen scoffed, "I wish everyone would become demons. Kid, I'm telling you, the moment you touched demonic skills, you were destined to never turn back. You'll walk farther and farther on this path, sinking deeper and deeper, eventually becoming a slave to the demonic arts. You won't be an exception; you're no different from the others."

He paused momentarily, then gravely changed his tune, "Oh, I forgot. You have no future left. Because I'm going to take over your future. What a pity, though—your body attracts disaster; it's too conspicuous for me. Otherwise, I would've lived on in your name."

Fan Wubing confirmed one thing.

Today, there is no way out. It's either his death or mine.

The rain poured harder.

The canyon's corridor gradually filled with mudslides, sliding down from the cliff walls on both sides, making the environment even more complex and extreme.

Fan Wubing said steadily, "I only know this: only the strong have a say, only the living have a say."

"That's the one thing I can agree with you on." He Chen's short, chubby body suddenly shot up. He seemed like a devil returning from the Asura Hell, his pudgy face twisted into the fierce visage of a beast. Pieces of blood-red muscle strained against the Daoist Robe, exposed, black, blood-stained bones pierced through the skin, growing outward.

He changed form in an instant, completely transforming from a young boy into an actual demon cultivator. His towering figure stood before him like a small giant, and rain that entered an arm's length was evaporated into mist by his blood qi.

His voice became terrifyingly eerie, "Boy, let me show you what a true 'demon cultivator' is. To invoke such calamities shows that even the Heavenly Dao rejects you... I do believe, if left unchecked, you will one day become a great demon that instills fear across the world. But today, at this moment, all you possess will pave the way for me, the Demon God."

Powerful!

Powerful to the point of terror!

After He Chen's aura was revealed, Fan Wubing finally perceived directly just how formidable he was.

This demon's power couldn't be measured in conventional ways, nor could it be simply described by any stages. The imposing aura naturally made him stronger by a few degrees, while making his enemies weaker by a few.

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