Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Chapter 190 132, the third junior brother really has a malicious heart.

Fair-skinned and beautiful, she was, yet her form was shadowy and indistinct, with locks of black hair hanging down, transforming into shadows that wrapped around her, misty and nebulous, like clouds and fog. Even under the scorching sun, it did not disperse in the slightest.

This was the visage of a fearsome ghost, and not just any common specter.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang saluted with cupped hands, "Congratulations to Senior Sister for attaining a testament of the Ghost Path."

This was different from the ghosts in the eerie game world, which ascended by the rules of killing, but there were many similarities in essence between the two.

Tan Shuchang, with his body of the Greedy Rules from the rules, granted his dog-headed military advisor a slot within the Snake Desire Realm as a Yin God, enabling him to ascend successfully through the killing rules.

During this ascension process, Tan Shuchang had also personally witnessed a testament of ghostly nature.

Thus, even if his former "Senior Sister" concealed it well, he noticed at a glance the aura of her Dharma Realm on her body.

His former "Senior Sister" had manifested her Ghost Path Dharma Realm the moment she appeared.

Had any Yin God of the eerie game world been this aware, even with the assistance of the Death-speaking Yin God, Tan Shuchang would have had to put in considerable effort to prevail.

It wouldn't have been possible to capture them all in a single day.

"Junior Brother truly was the most extraordinarily talented on Black Heart Mountain back then!" His former "Senior Sister," named Xue Ning'er, couldn't help but sigh with such an exclamation upon hearing Tan Shuchang's words.

"Senior Sister is too modest. With natural aptitude seen only once in a thousand years, you cultivated the 'Sevenfold Demonic Body Scripture' to its sixth level in just three years, and your cultivation reached the prowess of twenty-seven years!

If you were given another half a year, with just one inferior Magic Artifact, you could have escaped from Black Heart Mountain!" Tan Shuchang couldn't help feeling amazed as he recounted the past.

"This sword is so ferocious..." Tan Shuchang couldn't help but exclaim.

Merely with the spontaneous release of Sword Qi, it was able to cut through his constrained aura. This blood-red broken sword was undoubtedly a demon sword.

It was one of the few sentient treasures in the world!

"It seems Junior Brother really is not him."

Xue Ning'er couldn't hide the serious expression deep in her eyes, knowing that if she were facing the reincarnation of the Secluded Spring Blood Demon, it would only be natural for her to be inferior.

But now, this Bloodspring Demon Sword was telling her that Tan Shuchang was not its master reborn!

"Senior Sister, it so happens I'm holding a sword appreciation ceremony. Would you be interested in attending? All the precious flying swords from the Immortals' Sword Mountain will be there," Tan Shuchang suddenly invited her.

"No, since Junior Brother is not the Secluded Spring Blood Demon, then I must return and report back. I'm not like Junior Brother; I've already lost my freedom," Xue Ning'er feigned a sorrowful light sigh.

"Senior Sister misunderstands. My intention is that since you've come all this way, it would not be good to return empty-handed. And it just so happens that at the sword appreciation ceremony I'm hosting, why not give this sword to me? I'll display it publicly, and I believe it could draw out the reincarnation of the Secluded Spring Blood Demon," Tan Shuchang said with a gentle tone.

As he spoke, a surging tide of blood had already enveloped this patch of heaven and earth completely, with the thick blood light omnipresent, directly causing Xue Ning'er's Dharma Realm to retreat again and again!

The miasmic ghostly air was being constantly eroded.

Xue Ning'er intended to refuse, but at that moment, a series of figures emerged from within that blood light.

These figures were blood-colored, some ethereal and shifting, others irregular in their coalescence and dissipation, exerting great pressure on Xue Ning'er. Although the cultivation on these blood-colored figures was not profound, merely a few years at best, for some reason, Xue Ning'er felt as if she were facing formidable foes upon seeing these blood-colored figures.