When Tianji Sect made their move, they showed not the slightest restraint. Shu Tiantian’s three hun and six po had already once been forcibly stripped apart; now that one po was extremely unstable, faintly already showing signs of leaving her body.

If this time her soul could not be completely stabilized, and a po kept leaving her body from time to time, that would be a huge problem.

And the only thing that could stabilize the soul was the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl.

This sinful dragon had slept for twenty years, and had spent years in the Void Abyss; by all logic, his information channels should not have been very well-informed. But fortunately, Tianji Sect’s reckless courting of death reminded this old ancestor—

It seemed that his old acquaintance, the Tianji Sect’s founding ancestor whom he had sliced into hundreds and thousands of pieces back then—inside his burial mound of garments and cap, there seemed to be one?

Logically speaking, having been sealed in the Void Abyss back then, let alone his original form, even his divine soul had been trapped within the Void Abyss. However, Tianji Sect was the number one sect of the Lower Realm; for the sake of setting an example, they had moved their sect right beside the Void Abyss. Even the founding ancestor’s burial mound of garments and cap happened to face the Void Abyss from afar—very close.

Close enough that when the long-haired youth narrowed those long golden eyes, with his excellent eyesight he could clearly see the tombstone.

After thinking it over, the reason the little spy had ended up so miserable—wasn’t it because of the great formation left behind by Tianji Sect’s founding ancestor, and that final instruction to search for a body of Heavenly Yin…

In short, every grievance has its perpetrator—digging up his ancestral grave was very reliable.

So after only a brief moment of thought, he brought along the Dragon-Bone Sword.

The Dragon-Bone Sword had dug pits, had dug people, but had never dug up someone else’s ancestral grave. It was very excited but also a bit worried. Although the Nine Yin Profound Baleful Energy Formation had not greatly affected Ji Wushu thanks to the little spy’s pills, the thousand-year calamity had weakened the sinful dragon considerably, and earlier he had even counterattacked with the Soul-Seizing Formation, consuming quite a bit of vital energy.

Charging straight in and digging—what if…

Yet it saw its master, pale-faced, long hair black as ink, sleeves gathered as he held a hand warmer that had appeared from nowhere, wrapped in a cloak and looking weak, strolling leisurely and glancing at it absentmindedly, “Isn’t there still you?”

Dragon-Bone Sword: …That’s too shameless!

Fortunately, Tianji Sect’s protective grand formation had previously been cleaved apart by Ji Wushu, so for one man and one sword to conceal their aura and slip in was not difficult. Only—after all—it was the founding ancestor’s ancestral grave, guarded by layer upon layer of formations.

The Dragon-Bone Sword cleared the path ahead, the Dragon-Bone Sword cut through countless sword formations ahead, the Dragon-Bone Sword labored to exhaustion—while the Void Abyss Old Ancestor himself followed slowly behind.

At last, when they truly arrived before the ancestral grave, the Dragon-Bone Sword—so tired it nearly split—thought that this time it would finally get to rest, right? But it was still too naïve. When it was forced to humbly dig dirt, it could not help but begin to doubt itself—was it really his bone?

When the coffin was opened, surging waves of sword intent struck forth. Although Ji Wushu had long been prepared, sword intent condensed from the full power of several Nascent Divinity cultivators still cut several wounds into him.

Though they were merely insignificant ones… the thousand-year calamity’s impact on him had still exceeded his initial expectations.

Because he was injured, when leaving, Ji Wushu did not even bother to fill the dirt back over the grave mound.

Covered in dirt, the Dragon-Bone Sword complained resentfully to Ji Wushu that how could a single Soul-Stabilizing Pearl possibly coax her into being fine? Even digging up an ancestral grave would not relieve the anger. The little spy’s glass heart had surely shattered into hundreds and thousands of pieces, impossible to piece back together.

But his beautiful golden pupils turned into vertical slits, and he curved his lips into a smile,

“Do you know how to erase my divine sense?”

The matter of the Soul-Seizing Formation was merely Ji Wushu turning the tables; however, the medium was still the little spy. Under Ji Wushu’s interference, if those people wanted to erase that trace of his divine sense, the only way was for the little spy—the medium herself—to willingly remove it.

Then… if they knew this, what would they do?

The Dragon-Bone Sword suddenly recalled that every person who had betrayed Ji Wushu in the past had eventually knelt before him, crying and begging for mercy before being sliced into hundreds and thousands of pieces.

So it was very easy to understand—those people, in order to remove Ji Wushu’s divine sense, would naturally cry and shout as they came bringing money, begging the little spy for help.

Making the people who betrayed her kneel and beg her—surely that would be enough to coax her, right?

If she still could not be coaxed well… then slice them into hundreds and thousands of pieces.

The Dragon-Bone Sword fell silent, thinking to itself—would this really coax her? Being this ferocious, wouldn’t it scare the little spy away?

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Right now, Shu Tiantian was shutting herself off.

When Shu Tiantian was little, she had indeed thought about a question: if sacrificing you alone could save all of humanity, then at that time, would you save them, or not?

Kindergarten Tiantian, filled head to toe with heroic sentiment, would certainly shout loudly: Save!

And Tiantian, grown into an adult and beaten by society, would certainly say: Save me!!!

She thought, if the world needed a salted fish who only knew how to heal to sacrifice herself to save it, then this world was too terrible—let it be destroyed!

But Shu Tiantian had never imagined that this kind of “chosen one” plot would fall on the head of a white moonlight who died early in a novel like her.

She thought she had received a script of emotional entanglements, love and hate, yet who knew what she received was a script of sacrificing herself to save all of humanity.

What “seeing her pitiful and picking her up”? In truth, it was because a body of Heavenly Yin could approach the great demon Ji Wushu. When the time came and she triggered some kind of Heaven-and-Earth Contract, they would only need to kill her to severely wound Ji Wushu.

She had been a drifting soul for eighteen years; she had thought it was a side effect of transmigrating—yet it had been man-made all along.

The dream had revealed some clues; Shu Tiantian guessed the cause and effect at once.

The elders were afraid of raising her and developing feelings, so they had thought to simply strip away her divine soul—this way she would only count as a puppet, and they would not have to worry about being unable to go through with it.

It was Chixiao who had spoken up to preserve her divine soul. And that one po was originally supposed to be severed by Chixiao, yet in the end he could not bear it; so he sealed that po within her body, leaving her a thread of life.

Tianji Sect’s founding ancestor was Chixiao’s grandmaster; between him and Ji Wushu, who had killed his grandmaster, there was a blood-deep hatred. Yet among all the elders of Tianji Sect, when facing a babbling Shu Tiantian, he had been the only one to soften his heart.

Only now did Shu Tiantian finally understand why Shizun always looked at her with such guilt, and why over the past ten-odd years he had never ceased using things to compensate her, as if wanting to place everything before her.

In the past, Shu Tiantian might have thought it was merely affection—but now she knew it was guilt.

Guilt so deep that after Shu Tiantian turned fifteen and grew into a graceful young girl, he could no longer send her to her death with open eyes.

When Shu Tiantian read the novel, Immortal Lord Chixiao was truly the kind of person who shouldered the righteousness of the world; he was always pulled to the limit between emotion and reason, which was why the later part of “Shizun Treated Me as a Substitute” was also a dog-blood tragic novel.

But Shu Tiantian had never imagined that it was precisely because of Immortal Lord Chixiao’s character that she was able to retain a sliver of life.

So he chose to avoid it, brought back Ling Ruoshui, and thus there was the later story. All the unreasonable things around her since childhood now had a reasonable explanation.

Shu Tiantian opened her eyes. Because her divine soul was unstable, she was still somewhat muddle-headed. She only realized that she did not seem to be in the flower fields, but on a large bed.

She had been dazed at first, but when she saw the giant dragon encircling her in the middle, she guessed that Longlong had brought her over, and she relaxed.

Only, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She hugged the black dragon, who had deliberately shrunk to an appropriate size, and with a “wah,” burst into tears.

Heavens above, damn it!

In her previous life she had been a law-abiding citizen; in this life she had diligently been a medical cultivator. If someone awarded her a “Holy Mother Whose Merit Lasts Ten Thousand Years,” she felt she would deserve it.

Why her! There were four hundred million people in the cultivation world! In her previous life she had never even won a three-thousandth-chance prize when buying a drink!

Because of this damned body of Heavenly Yin, she was to be raised until the day of the great demon’s thousand-year calamity and then sent off to be killed. Even pigs in a pig farm could die with a single stroke—she was worse off than a pig.

In the past, the sect had always brainwashed her with loving-the-sect-ism and the great spirit of self-sacrifice. At the time she had not felt anything; now that she thought back on it, did it mean that if she was unwilling, she would be disregarding all living beings under Heaven? That if she did not help the sect kill the demon, she would be a traitor to the cultivation world?

What righteousness of the world, what loving the sect as one’s life… Even if Shu Tiantian was born in another world, her single red heart would forever face Huaguo!

Clearly, in the novel she had already croaked long ago—without her, didn’t they still fail to kill the great demon? Three thousand years later, wouldn’t everyone still just burn a pile, I burn a pile, hand in hand and all croak together?

Once Shu Tiantian passed her inner demon tribulation, she immediately guessed why her Dao heart had been perfectly stable, yet she still went into qi deviation—of course it was that damn letter from her sect!

Although Shu Tiantian no longer remembered what happened afterward, she vaguely knew the sect had wanted her to obtain the great demon’s heart’s blood. This time, although she apparently hadn’t died, it must have been her extraordinary performance that barely preserved her little life.

Shu Tiantian hugged the giant dragon and shut herself off.

She should have hated Immortal Lord Chixiao—but if not for him, she would have croaked eighteen years ago, doomed to spend her life as a muddle-headed puppet. If not for him, given the sect’s attitude toward her, she likely would not have lived well these past dozen years either.

But whoever learned that the meaning of their existence was merely to serve as a sacrifice—that living meant waiting until the appointed time to be sent off, used, and killed—would have their mentality collapse.

In her previous life, her scumbag father and mother treated her like baggage; only her grandfather was willing to raise her. In this life, she started as an orphan—her parents missing. She finally had a sect, only for it to be wholeheartedly using her.

The vow she had once made before her grandfather, that incomparably firm Dao heart—truly wavered.

Saving the world with medicine? Save my ass. Studying medicine can’t save cultivators!

Miraculous healing? She couldn’t even save herself. When the sect sent her to die, she didn’t even have the power to resist.

Even though she vaguely remembered that during the inner demon tribulation, the sect had sworn to compensate her with money—but her heart was colder than a supermarket fish-killing knife. Could a mere few spirit stones warm it?

Wrapped in her small blanket, her mentality collapsed.

So when Ji Wushu returned, before he even stepped inside, he heard sniffling and muttered curses—

“Better that I betray the world than the world betray me!”

“Hah, if you want to send me to my death, you’d better see whether I’m willing!”

Dragon-Bone Sword: ??

This world-weary tone, these standard great-villain lines, these familiar words made the Dragon-Bone Sword fall into confusion—huh? It seemed its dog-like master hadn’t said anything, right?

Ji Wushu paused, then stepped into the great hall. He saw a lump bulging on the bed—Shu Tiantian wrapped her head in the blanket, muttering at the black dragon,

“Why should I be the one sacrificed? What does your hatred of the great demon have to do with me!”

“Studying medicine can’t save the cultivation world, I’m abandoning medicine for poison today. I’m going to poison everyone in Tianji Sect!”

Already trapped in a dead end, her mentality completely collapsed, Shu Tiantian did not notice anyone approaching.

Not until she heard a light cough. The muddle-headed Shu Tiantian raised her head and saw that figure.

Long hair, narrowed red-gold eyes, a black cloak, an absent-minded expression—on the left side of his face was written “world-destroying demon,” on the right side “not a good person”… the beautiful great demon spoke—

“Young people, don’t think so extremely.”

Shu Tiantian, eyes red: ??