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

Ghost Ridge Palace!

In the dark forest under the night sky, everything was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight piercing through dense leaves to illuminate some areas.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the leaves to rustle loudly, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

A demon cultivator, his chest soaked in blood and already severely injured, was staggering as he fled.

"No, I don't want to die here."

Yin Wenwen clutched her chest, where a through-and-through bullet wound was visible, faintly revealing the beating heart inside.

If it weren't for her having seventh-level cultivation in the Yunling Realm and having swallowed a mid-grade elixir to hang onto a breath of life, she wouldn't have possibly made it here with such injuries.

Suddenly, Yin Wenwen saw a faint flicker of firelight ahead, as if there was a bonfire burning.

"Someone's there, friend or foe..."

Yin Wenwen was still hesitating when she suddenly heard noise from behind her.

"There's blood on the ground, she ran west."

"Chase, don't let her get away."

"She is an inner disciple, her head is worth two thousand Low Grade Spirit Stones."

The shouting was getting closer, Yin Wenwen knew it was a squad from the Purple Mist Sect, led by a strong individual at the ninth level of Yunling Realm.

Yin Wenwen's squad had encountered the enemy group; after a dire battle, she was the only one who had barely managed to escape.

"All or nothing."

Clenching her teeth, Yin Wenwen recklessly ran toward the direction of the firelight.

Hu hu!

After taking a few hundred more steps, Yin Wenwen, panting heavily, finally appeared in the range illuminated by the bonfire.

Upon seeing three figures in Ghost Ridge Palace robes in front of the bonfire, her tense heart finally relaxed, and with her last breath, she gasped, "Run, quick, there are Righteous Disciples chasing from behind..."

She had not finished speaking when she collapsed to the ground.

"Don't panic, leave this to us."

A gentle female voice came through, followed by someone stuffing an elixir into Yin Wenwen's mouth, which immediately improved her chest wound significantly.

"Heh, I didn't expect to have such a fortuitous find in the dead of night. Could today be my lucky day?"

"Hey, you go handle the enemy quickly, don't steal my roast chicken."

Yin Wenwen then heard the voices of a man and a woman.

After swallowing the elixir, her injuries improved slightly, and she barely managed to open her eyes. With the help of the bonfire light, she looked toward the three people.

A woman with ugly, centipede-like scars on her face, a cute and beautiful young girl, and...

Upon seeing the figure eating chicken legs in front of the bonfire, Yin Wenwen's pupils dilated dramatically as she exclaimed, "You, you, you... you are Corpse Hand Man Slaughter."

It was a figure wearing an inner disciple's magic robe, with even features and bright eyes. Illuminated by the bonfire, his eyes shone like two flickering and burning sparks.

The usually groggy Yin Wenwen was shocked the moment she saw this man, recognizing him as the infamous Corpse Hand Man Slaughter—Su Jie.

Because in the past week since Su Jie had entered the battlefield, he had ambushed various sect teams, striking them down one after another with rescue smokescreens.

Nowadays, when teams from Righteous Sects saw their own rescue smoke signals, they thought not of rescue but of fleeing as far away as possible at the first chance, such was the awe-inspiring reputation Su Jie had carved out.

And within Ghost Ridge Palace, with the current tense battle situation, Su Jie's achievements were naturally being heavily publicized to boost morale, hence Yin Wenwen's excitement upon seeing Su Jie.

"Don't call me by that nickname, it sounds too unpleasant."

Su Jie meticulously chewed and swallowed a chicken bone before slowly rising from the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Almost at the same instant, four Purple Mist Sect disciples chased down to this location.

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A ninth-level disciple of the Purple Mist Sect burst out laughing, but as soon as he recognized Su Jie's face, the self-satisfied smile instantly froze, turning uglier than a cry.

"Corpse Hand Man Slaughter—Su Jie."

The four Purple Mist Sect disciples broke out in cold sweat; they had heard of Su Jie's great reputation and had seen his portraits.

Seeing Su Jie's appearance at this moment, the four felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and without a second thought, they turned and tried to flee.

"I've said stop calling me by that nickname; it really doesn't suit my image."

Su Jie sighed lightly and snapped his fingers gently, "However, since you've gone to the trouble of delivering yourselves to me, I will give you a swift end."

As soon as these words fell, from the forest branches, ground's dead leaves, and crevices in the vines, numerous pale corpse hands swarmed. Their fingers rapidly crawled on the ground, pouncing towards these Purple Mist Sect disciples.

Ah!

One disciple was tackled by several corpse hands; his neck was twisted into a spiral, and his body was subsequently torn apart.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

More pale corpse hands ran on the ground, filling the surrounding forest, seeming to form barriers with their bodies, blocking all paths of retreat and plunging the Purple Mist Sect disciples into despair.

"Let's fight him."

Someone, breaking down, launched a suicidal charge towards where Su Jie was.

Unfortunately, he hadn't taken more than two steps when his head, as big as a fist, thudded onto the ground.

The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword flashed in the dark, forming a brilliant galaxy with hundreds of Flying Swords, its Sword Qi like wind, its chill piercing, creating a vortex-like whirlwind.

Wherever the Flying Sword Galaxy passed, Sword Qi swept across all directions; whether it was rocks, trees, flowers, or animals, all trembled and shattered before its power.

Su Jie stood quietly in his place, his gaze calm and deep, appreciating the screams in the dark and the limbs strewn about.

In less than three minutes, when the sword swarm returned into the gourd, Su Jie also turned around and walked back towards the campfire.

Behind him, streams of pale corpse hands climbed up Su Jie's trouser legs, continuously burrowing into his robe and disappearing.

Gulp!

Yin Wenwen swallowed saliva hard, now understanding why Su Jie was called Corpse Hand Man Slaughter.

This terrifyingly eerie demeanor, the scene of tormenting the enemy, was indeed striking.

Returning to the front of the campfire, Su Jie opened one of the storage bags and rummaged inside to find a rescue smoke bamboo tube.

"This should be useless now, now that those Righteous Disciples dare not come close to a rescue smoke plume."

While eating a chicken leg, Ning Xinyue mumbled a reminder.

"Doesn't matter, maybe someone who hasn't received the message will still take the bait."

Su Jie twisted open the rescue smoke bamboo tube, the orange-yellow smoke column gleaming and flashing under the night sky.

Because a special type of mineral powder was added to the smoke, it lit up the night sky like a flare, so dazzling and eye-catching that it could be spotted from a great distance.

"Thank you, Brother Su, for saving my life."

Yin Wenwen struggled to stand up at this moment and bowed seriously to thank Su Jie.

"It's nothing but a small favor."

Su Jie waved his hand, continuing to enjoy his food.

Yin Wenwen sighed in relief but then noticed that Su Jie's food-eating hand paused.

"Huh, someone is actually coming! Haven't these guys learned their lesson yet!"

Su Jie's gaze shifted towards the dark forest, sensing two humans rapidly approaching from his three o'clock direction with his Divine Sense.