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

The intense surge of Spiritual Power and life force erupted, causing the grass and trees nearby to grow wildly. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, the change captured the greedy and longing eyes of the disciples.

Su Jie had run just two hundred meters when he saw a crystal-clear lotus seed embedded in the muddy ground. The strong fluctuations of Spiritual Energy gradually became restrained, yet it was still immediately apparent that it was no ordinary object.

"This Spiritual Energy, it has the same aura as the Exotic Treasure Lotus."

When Su Jie saw the shape of the lotus seed and felt the faint aura within, his heart was instantly stirred.

Unexpectedly, behind the clouded hills, there was a new village. Everyone had thought the Exotic Treasure Lotus was beyond their fate, yet now a lotus seed coincidentally flew to him, thrusting the opportunity right into his face.

While Su Jie was contemplating, someone had already made their move.

Chu Zai Ming leaped forward in a few bounds and pounced towards the lotus seed, intent on seizing it.

"This is mine."

"Get lost."

"Mr. Chu, you might be making a mistake."

A group of Demon Cultivators shouted angrily, and various attacks were launched instantly, each person wanting to obtain the lotus seed for themselves.

The relationship among the disciples was not one of mutual trust to begin with, and it was superficial at best. Now, in the face of immense benefits, any semblance of relations they had maintained shattered in an instant.

With Chu Zai Ming being at the eighth level of the Yunling Realm, he had incited the wrath of the others by attempting to seize the loot first, causing the other disciples to attack him in a sorry state as he was forced to dodge.

Pu!

A Flying Sword pierced through Chu Zai Ming's shoulder, and as he observed the barrage of subsequent attacks, his scalp tingled with dread.

While dodging, Chu Zai Ming caught sight of Su Jie at the side, and an idea suddenly struck him. He yelled, "Gentlemen, fighting amongst ourselves here is just giving others the chance to reap the benefits. You must realize, there is a formidable man in our team. Do you really have the confidence to face him alone?"

As Chu Zai Ming spoke, his gaze drifted towards Su Jie, slyly diverting trouble in Su Jie's direction, hoping to redirect everyone's attention onto him.

The disciples snapped out of their fervor, noticing Su Jie's figure standing by the cliff's edge, immediately realizing whom Chu Zai Ming was referring to.

Su Jie's record of defeating two by himself was undoubtedly the most exaggerated among them.

"Mr. Su, I'm sorry, but if you leave now, we won't make it difficult for you."

Chu Zai Ming bowed to Su Jie with apparent regret, a very discreet look of self-satisfaction in his eyes.

By setting up Su Jie as the target, he had managed to avoid being ganged up on.

"Mr. Su, you are already so powerful; you might as well not compete for the lotus seed and give everyone else a chance."

"We can't let him get away, what if he comes back for revenge?"

"Why talk nonsense with him. Let's just make him disappear first."

The group of disciples spoke out one after another, not because they couldn't see Chu Zai Ming's scheming, but because it was a blatant scheme.

Everyone understood the principle of 'when the snipe and the clam grapple, it is the fisherman who profits.'

There were more than twenty disciples present, both from the outer and inner sectors. If Su Jie remained there, it would be difficult for them to have a chance to snatch the lotus seed.

"You seek your own death."

Faced with the exclusion from the crowd of disciples, Su Jie's voice was ice-cold as he slapped his Sword Nourishing Gourd at his waist.

"Darling, please turn around."

A white light flashed as 72 Flying Swords spiraled in the sky, then with the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword at the core, they flew towards Chu Zai Ming at supersonic speed.

"Damn it."

The color drained from Chu Zai Ming's face as he threw out a Moon Wheel Magical Artifact, radiating purple light. He also controlled his Lifebound poisonous insect, a Mid-grade Two Refinement Silver-Horned Demon Bat, and several Low Grade poisonous insects.

With the strength of the eighth level in the Yunling Realm, his power was definitely not weak either.

Boom!

The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword swept the Moon Wheel Magical Artifact into the Silver Dragon Sword Light, and with a screeching friction and clash, the Low Grade Magic Tool shattered completely.

The Silver-Horned Demon Bat spread its wings wide, streaks of blood emerging and transforming into crimson blade lights exuding ferocity, slashing down wildly.

Su Jie blinked, and two Purple Light Rays shot out, instantly striking the Silver-Horned Demon Bat, melting two gaping holes through its chest that went clean through from front to back. This not only caused the blood blade lights to collapse on their own but also brought the Silver-Horned Demon Bat crashing down from the sky, its body reeling.

At the same time, the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword whizzed down, beheading the Silver-Horned Demon Bat with a single strike.

As his Lifebound Poisonous Insect was killed, Chu Zai Ming instantly grew listless, vomiting fresh blood and suffering internal injuries from the backlash.

When he panicked and tried to flee, a stern look flashed through Su Jie's eyes, and with a finger like a sword, 72 Flying Swords pierced down, making him resemble a human hedgehog, and nailed him to the ground.

Su Jie glanced at Chu Zai Ming's corpse and said indifferently, "Sometimes, keeping your mouth shut could mean a longer life."

The scene fell instantly silent. If Chu Zai Ming, the strongest among them in terms of cultivation, wasn't a match for Su Jie, who was overpowered in just a few exchanges, it greatly deterred the disciples who were eager to move.

If they were ordinary cultivators, they might have chosen to retreat by now, but this was a group of demon cultivators, more insane and cruel than the average person.

Su Jie's display of formidable combat power only strengthened the disciples' belief in what Chu Zai Ming had said earlier — that as long as Su Jie was here, no one else would have a chance at the Exotic Treasure Lotus Seed.

"If this man isn't eliminated, none of us will have a chance. Let's attack together."

Someone among the disciples was the first to speak up, and everyone made the same choice.

One poisonous insect after another was summoned, one magic artifact after another was wielded.

The surging killing intent swept over like a tide, threatening to drown one whole.

Su Jie's expression remained unchanged as his cold gaze swept over the disciples present.

"Body Worm Focusing Method."

The next moment, Su Jie opened his Insect Control Bag and released his human-faced moth swarm.

Body Worm Focusing Method!

A swarm of inner disciples released their insect clouds in unison. The tiger spot locust swarm, Dragon Bee Swarm, Poison Snake Group, Sky Barbarian Ant Swarm, and others collided with Su Jie's human-faced moths.

The sky rained an enormous downpour of insects, each insect falling from above.

However, the swarm of human-faced moths Su Jie had summoned was not just any run-of-the-mill little bugs.

Among them were over a hundred Low Grade and three Mid-grade Human-faced Moths.

They were like the captains and generals among the human-faced moths, not only frighteningly fast but their acid spray could corrode a large area of space, managing to suppress the insect swarms of several inner disciples.

Before these disciples could even react in shock, Su Jie waved his sleeve, and the Mid Grade Four Refinement Thousand-Handed Centipede made a stunning entrance.

Bang bang bang!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede coiled around, protecting Su Jie in the middle.

One after another, Low Grade Magic Tools with Green Mist Golden Radiance—Flying Swords, Jiao Scissors, Seals, Vajra Pestles, Magic Rulers, and more—all struck the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

Some Low Grade High Level Magical Artifacts were able to break the defense and penetrate into the flesh, but other Low Grade Junior and Middle artifacts couldn't even damage the insect shell and posed no harm to the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

The expressions of the disciples stiffened, seeing such defense they opened their mouths wide enough to swallow an apple, and their entire beings went numb.

"What a joke, is this a Mid Grade Four Refinement Poisonous Insect?"

"How does he raise his insects?"

"Be careful, this guy is even more terrifying than the rumors."

The faces of the disciples changed drastically; wrapped in fear, they realized the power of such a grade of poisonous insect was incredibly strong. The man before them was far more powerful than anyone present.