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

In the deep forest, the lush great trees towered majestically, their dense branches and leaves obscuring the sky, preventing sunlight and rain from penetrating. Thick moss climbed over rocks and tree trunks, rendering the entire forest dark and damp.

Su Jie and Ning Xinyue walked between the trees after leaving the cave, the duo chose to return to the mountain gate of Ghost Ridge Palace.

Due to the use of the Enlightenment Lotus Seed, they had already been out for a week and were unsure of the current situation at Ghost Ridge Palace, especially concerning the contest for the exotic treasure.

Su Jie stepped on the soft ground, dry leaves rustling underfoot, occasionally spotting some oddly shaped mushrooms and plants; strange roars echoed from a distance occasionally.

Walking in such a forest, one absolutely needed some guts.

Suddenly, Su Jie, who was walking, stopped, his divine soul sending out an alert.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Xinyue turned her head, puzzled.

Su Jie raised his right hand, and a dragonfly landed on his fingertip, its tens of thousands of compound eyes failing to detect any enemy.

"I have a bad feeling."

Su Jie's eyes flashed, his divine sense spreading like water, conveying the nearby terrain and living creatures into his mind.

The next moment, Su Jie turned his head towards the 11 o'clock direction, where there were five human silhouettes made of spiritual power hiding.

They were clad in cloaks with special patterns; the reconnaissance dragonfly flew past nearby but completely failed to detect them, as if it directly ignored their presence.

"Specifically aimed at the Insect Control Technique for reconnaissance, huh! Could these people be..."

Su Jie's thoughts shifted, and then he reached out to stop Ning Xinyue, disappearing with her from the spot.

Almost simultaneously, streaks of dark light suddenly flashed by, passing through the position where Su Jie and Ning Xinyue had just stood.

Thousands of fine dark lights left dozens of towering trees riddled with holes, the attack coming very suddenly.

Upon closer inspection, those dark lights were clearly numerous fine needles, yet they exhibited the power of large-caliber machine guns.

Ning Xinyue, slightly slow to react, looked in the direction from which the dark light had come.

There, the five people, failing in their sneak attack, actually stepped forward deliberately, blocking Su Jie and Ning Xinyue's path.

The five people wore white robes and feathered crowns, appearing only in their early twenties. Their dress and temperament clearly differed from those of Ghost Ridge Palace, resembling disciples from some other righteous sect.

"Who are you?"

Ning Xinyue's voice was very displeased, her mood naturally not too good after being ambushed.

"Disciples of Qingluan Mountain, Zhuang Camp. We're lucky today, having discovered two demon cultivators from Ghost Ridge Palace."

The one who introduced himself as Zhuang Camp moved with the grace of a dragon and the strength of a tiger, his aura long and his spiritual power torrential, revealing seventh-level cultivation of the Yunling Realm; the other four had fourth-level and fifth-level cultivation of the Yunling Realm.

As he spoke, Zhuang Camp stared intently at Su Jie, the robe of an inner disciple on Su Jie making him very wary.

"Qingluan Mountain."

Su Jie had heard of this sect, a righteous sect located in Qingzhou. However, due to its distance from Ghost Ridge Palace, there had been little interaction.

Now that people from Qingluan Mountain appeared here, Su Jie vaguely understood something.

"Everyone attack, there's no need to talk about morals with these demon cultivators."

Zhuang Camp was not fond of idle talk. With a grand wave of his hand, he took out a Divine Light Treasure Seal and smashed it towards Su Jie's side.

In mid-air, the Treasure Seal already enlarged to the size of thirty feet, as heavy as a mountain, rolling through the void with an imposing sound.

The other four also charged forward, employing various Mystic Taoist Skills to launch their attacks.

Disciples recited scriptures, each word adhering to their bodies like ink, enhancing their strength and defense as they charged forward.

Others commanded flying swords, the cold light gleaming as the swords aimed straight for Su Jie's neck.

Facing attacks from all directions, Su Jie's eyes did not waver; he simply raised his hand calmly and coldly uttered a word, "Thunder comes."

Boom!

Rolling heavenly thunders emerged from the void, with the majesty of the heavens, and the deafening sound of thunder exploded along with flashes of lightning.

Each thunderbolt, carrying unrivaled might, struck the descending Divine Light Treasure Seal, directly flipping the Low-Grade Advanced Magical Artifact and even causing a crack to appear.

Ahhhhhh!

The cultivator covered in Taoist scriptures was struck by the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder, howling miserably as his flesh turned to char under the high temperature, his organs cooked thoroughly as he fell forward onto the ground.

The flying sword attacking Su Jie shattered inch by inch under the assault of the heavenly thunder, this Low-Grade Junior Flying Sword being too fragile to withstand even a single thunderbolt in the presence of Su Jie's Divine Skill, Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder.

Su Jie's gaze shifted as he made a clasping motion with his right hand.

In the void, a spherical lightning appeared, resembling an invisible cage, enveloping the disciple who commanded the flying sword, his entire body exploding into fragments, dying an extremely tragic death.

"What kind of move is this … you are a Ninth Level, no, Tenth Level disciple …"

Zhuang Camp's pupils shook violently because the spiritual power contained in Su Jie's Purple Cloud Thunder Body was several times that of his peers, misleading him into misjudging Su Jie's cultivation strength.

"This is a Great Divine Skill, Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder."

A smile curled at the corner of Su Jie's mouth. Having just obtained this Divine Skill, there were people coming to him to practice, and after this test, Su Jie was even more satisfied with his Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder Divine Skill.

"Divine Skill, how is that possible …"

Zhuang Camp's face turned as white as paper, his whole body trembling slightly with fear.

Those who possess Divine Skills have extremely special physiques, recognized as Divine Bodies, Immortal Bodies, or Sacred Bodies, and are genuine cultivation geniuses who are peerless among their peers.

"Not just him; I have Divine Skills too."

Ning Xinyue, unwilling to be outdone, blew a breath lightly. Two disciples from the Fifth Level of Yunling Realm who were backing away suddenly stiffened, then their bodies broke apart inch by inch, the severed parts emitting cold air, frozen from the inside out into icy fragments.

Zhuang Camp's gaze turned dull, utterly dumbfounded, never expecting that he would kick an iron plate and encounter two Divine Skill users at once.

When he came to his senses, he no longer had any will to fight, but turned around and fled like a dog that had lost its home.

Such enemies were simply not ones he could afford to provoke.

"Ever heard of Five Thunders Bombing?"

Su Jie did not pursue but connected his Divine Soul with heaven and earth, directing the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder to give chase.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky seemed enveloped by a layer of dark clouds, then thunderbolts danced like dragons and snakes, as if the heavens decreed the thunder to descend onto the world, turning it upside down, the drums shaking the firmament.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five consecutive heavenly thunders struck, and in an instant, the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunders crossing the skyline hit Zhuang Camp squarely, creating five deep pits on the ground, dirt flying up like waves several meters high, trees uprooted by the shockwave and lying flat on the ground like straw, with rising dust and smoke lingering long afterward.

And Zhuang Camp, struck by the thunders, gave off blue smoke, and a breeze blew by, his body turning to ash and scattering with the wind.

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Unbeknownst to others, Su Jie's strength had grown to the point where even disciples of the Seventh Level of Yunling Realm were no match for him in a fight.