Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 282: Chapter 197: Before Leaving (First Update)

“Go back and cultivate diligently to advance to the Secret Realm as soon as possible, lest the Sect Master and Elder Tang say that my teaching is ineffective. If you have any unresolved issues in your cultivation, just come to find me.”

At the gate of the Obsidian Tower, Taoist Qiu had given Su Jie a hundred thousand Spirit Stones and repeatedly instructed him.

“Master, I will strive to break through to the Secret Realm within half a year.”

Su Jie scratched his head, stating a timeline that he considered fairly lenient for himself.

Currently at the Yunling Realm Ninth Level, Su Jie only needed to advance to the Tenth Level and consume the Rainbow Gathering Flame Pill to elevate to the Secret Realm, which did not pose a big problem for him.

His Purple Cloud Thunder Body now had a much better aptitude than before.

“I’ve managed to get you a month of rest. Take this time to replenish your centipedes and Flying Sword. You’ll also need to participate in the Sect war, so perform well on the battlefield.”

Taoist Qiu was very pleased and then glanced at the Sword Nourishing Gourd hanging from Su Jie’s waist, saying, “The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword I bestowed upon you last time is gradually unable to keep up with your strength. Hand it over to me, and I will help you refine it again to upgrade it to a Mid Grade Magical Artifact.”

The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword was personally forged by Taoist Qiu. He now valued Su Jie highly and planned to reforge this low-grade top level Flying Sword, adding some materials to elevate its grade to mid-grade.

“Thank you, Master. I have indeed grown quite fond of this Flying Sword.”

Upon hearing this, Su Jie’s smile brightened even more, appreciative of Taoist Qiu’s heartfelt efforts to assist him.

As the foremost weapon for killing, Flying Swords are considerably more precious compared to other magical artifacts of the same grade.

A Mid Grade Magical Artifact typically costs between 5,000 and 10,000 Spirit Stones, but a Mid-grade Flying Sword generally requires ten thousand Spirit Stones.

For most individuals in the Secret Realm, their weapons are only at the Mid Grade Magical Artifact level, though possessing a Top Grade Magical Artifact indicates considerable strength.

Of course, someone like Xiao Guanglian who owned over a dozen Mid Grade Magical Artifacts and two Top Grade Magical Artifacts was out of the ordinary, benefiting from fortuitous circumstances at birth.

Taoist Qiu gave a few more words of advice to Su Jie, took the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, and then sent him away.

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One week later!

Insect Valley!

The sun was just rising, its rays penetrating the clouds and casting light over the forest of Insect Valley.

On the grass, dewdrops sparkled with a silver glow under the sunlight, leaves rustled softly in the breeze, and the air was filled with a fresh and natural scent.

On a protruding rock on the cliff, Su Jie sat cross-legged, absorbing the morning’s Purple Mist light, with his robes fluttering in the morning wind, seemingly merging with heaven and earth.

The distant mountains surrounded him, shrouded in clouds and mist with valleys and streaming springs, all of which relaxed his mood completely.

He successively practiced the Hundred Poison Refining Gu Scripture, White Crane Zen Dao, and Enlightenment Returning Ruins Skill.

Although his strength improved slowly, it never ceased, constantly progressing toward the Ten Levels of Yunling Realm.

At this rate, Su Jie would be able to advance to the Tenth Level of the Yunling Realm within two months.

After a session of cultivation, as the sun climbed higher, Su Jie slowly opened his eyes, which sparkled brightly.

He stood up and let out a casual long howl, the sound echoing through the valleys.

Soon after, a huge shadow above the sky blocked the sunlight as an eighty-meter-long thousand-hand centipede thundered down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Under the abdomen of the thousand-hand centipede, numerous pale corpse hands held nets, within them newly caught human-faced moths squirming vigorously.

This past week, Su Jie had primarily stayed here in Insect Valley, using the thousand-hand centipede to capture human-faced moths to replenish what he had used up during his last venture.

In his spare time, he went to the black market to purchase some Flying Swords, ensuring his Sword Nourishing Gourd maintained its lethality.

Now wealthy with tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, Su Jie might have even bought a few Mid-grade Flying Swords to play around with, if it weren’t for the fact that they weren’t available on the black market.

Sizzle!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede set down the human-faced moth, its injuries from last time had completely recovered. The Mid Grade Five Refinement Thousand-Handed Centipede capturing the human-faced moth, possessed defensive scales particularly resistant to biting and corrosion, making it far more efficient than before.

“You did really well.”

Su Jie patted the head of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, which squinted its eyes, thoroughly enjoying itself.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Su Jie, as Han Ruyan appeared in front of him.

A dragon and phoenix flower sedan chair wafted over from afar, and after approaching, it opened to release a massive swarm of human-faced moths.

These moths, naturally, were the work of the Ghost Bride, Han Ruyan.

She had also entered the territory of the human-faced moths to participate in the capture, otherwise it would take a long time to capture hundreds of thousands of them with just the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

“Is that enough?”

Han Ruyan’s lifeless, hollow gaze turned toward Su Jie. This kind of bug catching posed no challenge to her; it was just exceedingly tedious.

If it weren’t for Su Jie’s wishes, his repeated requests, she wouldn’t bother with such menial tasks.

Even as a fierce ghost, Han Ruyan still retained some traits of a lady from her previous life, evident from her extravagant manner of travel. The Han Ruyan of the past would never stoop to do such crude work.

When Han Ruyan spoke, it wasn’t just Su Jie who heard her; the Thousand-Handed Centipede did, too.

Sizzle!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede bared its gaping maw, clearly not fond of Han Ruyan, who seemed to be stealing its job.@@novelbin@@

“Quiet, or I’ll slaughter you!”

Han Ruyan glanced at the Thousand-Handed Centipede. Faced with its tremendous size, her eyes were sinister and horrifying, filled with a potent scent of death.

Roar!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede reared up, like a towering skyscraper. Humans fear fierce ghosts because human emotions are too rich.

But insects don’t think about such matters. In the world of insects, size, venom, strength, and defense are everything.

Even though the Ghost Bride possessed bizarre abilities, the Thousand-Handed Centipede was not the slightest bit afraid of her.

Its massive size meant that even if Han Ruyan unleashed her full might, it would be hard for her to inflict a fatal blow.

And the Thousand-Handed Centipede, with its mastery of the Death Decline Curse Cloud and high-temperature beam, possessed energy and curse-based offensive capabilities that could also harm ghostly entities without a physical form.

Seeing that the Thousand-Handed Centipede and Han Ruyan, an insect and a ghost, were about to clash, Su Jie’s head swelled, and he stepped forward to stand between them.

“Stop, stop, stop, what’s going on with you two? My dear, you calm down first, Xiao Qian, you calm down too. You’re on the same side now, what’s the point of in-fighting?”

Sizzle!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede made a couple of aggrieved noises, its antennae waving back and forth, as if it were complaining to Su Jie, ‘I was here first, why does this woman have to compete with me for favor?’

“Alright, alright, I know what you want to say.”

Su Jie, unable to help but laugh, stroked the body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, coaxing it to reduce its size and coil around his right arm, and began feeding it human-faced moths as snacks.

As long as it had food, the Thousand-Handed Centipede quickly forgot its troubles and conflicts.

Han Ruyan looked on quietly at all this, without making a comment.

After feeding it, Su Jie took out the Ancient Mirror from his Primordial Spirit, opened the portal and said, “My dear, remember what I told you before, about going to a new place? Come with me.”

Han Ruyan’s dead, hollow gaze watched the portal, as she followed Su Jie’s steps into the portal.