Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

However, there probably wouldn’t be a chance for that.

“Do you not believe us?” asked the woman as she approached him.

“I don’t quite believe it,” Jiang Hao said indifferently. ‘Why did you come looking for me?”

“My name is Guan Zijing. You can call me Auntie Guan,” Guan Zijing said with a smile.

Jiang Hao was somewhat helpless.

He sighed softly and got straight to the point. “Do the people of the Fallen

Immortal Clan like this kind of thing?”

“Hmm?” Guan Zijing was a bit surprised. “How did you know that?”

Since they were discovered, they didn’t intend to deny the truth.

“I’ll tell you about that later. I’m curious. Why did you come to me?” Jiang Hao asked.

“Do you remember Gu Qing?” a middle-aged man asked.

He was at the peak of the Soul Ascension Realm. Soul fire burned around his body.

This was to oppress him with power.

“I remember. Did you target me because she mentioned my name?” Jiang Hao asked.

“Yes. Why do you think she remembered your name? Why do all the people spying on you end up dead?” Guan Zijing asked with a smile.

“Are you here to spy on me?”

Guan Zijing shook her head. “The risk is too great, and it’s not worth it. This time, we’ve come to take you back with us. Then, we can ask you whatever we want. Of course, what I said earlier is true. We can help you find your parents. I heard that you were sold here, so you must hate them, right? We can help you catch them.”

Jiang Hao was speechless.

These people had indeed investigated him thoroughly.

But one thing was clear. The Fallen Immortal Clan couldn’t spy on him whenever they felt like it.

“I heard that your clan acts lofty and superior. Why bother to contend with an ordinary cultivator like me?” Jiang Hao asked.

Usually, cultivators with strong aura were targeted.

Whether it was Hong Yuye or the Bright Moon Sect’s Si Cheng and Wan Xiu, they all gave him a feeling of vastness.

“Lofty and superior?” Guan Zijing sneered, “We are lofty and superior because you are on your knees in front of us. Unfortunately, you interfered with things that didn’t concern you. How can you blame us for targeting you?”

“That’s true.” Jiang Hao nodded.

The Fallen Immortal Clan was no longer superior since they had fallen from grace.

“Now, it’s my turn to answer you,” Jiang Hao said. “For example, why do I know that you are from the Fallen Immortal Clan? Why was I unharmed by your attack? And why am I indifferent to your strength? You must be curious, right?”

“We are a bit curious,” Guan Zijing said with her eyes slightly narrowed. “Could it be that you’ve hidden your cultivation realm? But even if you’ve hidden your cultivation realm, do you really think you are my match? Perhaps you don’t even know what cultivation realm we are in.”

“Don’t be hasty in jumping to conclusions. I haven’t answered all those questions yet.” Jiang Hao suddenly smiled, but his smile was sinister.

“Oh? Then why?” Guan Zijing asked.

“Have you ever thought that I might not be who I appear to be?” Jiang Hao’s eyes were no longer calm.

Guan Zijing chuckled. “Then, who are you?”

Jiang Hao took out a fan, and at the same time, his appearance changed.

He was graceful and clad in white robes.

The white figure suddenly disappeared.

Guan Zijing only saw a flash of white passing by, and then something pierced her stomach.

At the same time, the figure in front of her became clear. He was smiling sinisterly.

She hadn’t had the time to react to the attack.

She felt another pain.

The white figure withdrew a treasure from Guan Zijing.

As the fan was retrieved, her blood splattered.

The figure looked at her and asked, “Do you know who I am now?” The fan unfolded. There were four words on it: Smiling San Sheng.

“Smiling… San Sheng?” Guan Zijing was shocked.

Jiang Hao smiled. “Correct! I’ll reward you with another slash.” Moonlight emerged. He used the Moon-Slaying Technique.

Blood spurted from Guan Zijing’s neck, and her lifeforce quickly faded.

Jiang Hao turned to the other two.

He had used divine might to suppress the two.

After Guan Zijing fell, they glared and erupted with powerful strength.

A thunderous sound broke through the divine might.

“Thief! How dare you kill her?!” one of the men shouted.

At the moment the other person made a move, Jiang Hao’s figure flashed to his side and used the fan to cut off the hand casting the spell.

With a smile, he asked, “Are you talking to me?”

“Who do you think you are?” The one left with only one hand attacked again.

However, before the hand could touch anyone, it flew through the air.

“Who do you think I actually am?” Jiang Hao appeared beside the person.

The man in the early stage of the Soul ascension Realm roared in anger and tried to attack. As he turned to attack, he suddenly felt his legs go weak, and he fell to the ground.

Only then did he realize that his legs had been severed from his body.

Jiang Hao stepped on the man’s face. “So, tell me… who do you think I am?”

Bam!

Jiang Hao stomped and bashed his face in.

The person never expected to die in such humiliation.

After killing him, Jiang Hao looked around.

By this time, the man at the peak of the Soul Ascension Realm had fled.

“A cultivator at the same level as I ran away without a fight?”

There was no escape with the Heavenly Cauldron.

He raised the fan as if it were a long blade. He then used the third form of the Heavenly Blade: the Meteor.

With a swoosh, Jiang Hao transformed into a streak of light and chased after the person.

At that moment, the man was flying through the sky. Smiling San Sheng had been baiting them, and they had fallen for it.

However, everyone here was from their clan. If he could escape a little further, he would find help.

The more he fled, the more desperate he became. He was anxious. He felt like he was going in circles.

Swoosh!

There was a sound behind him. Smiling San Sheng had caught up.

The man’s heart pounded. He had escaped numerous dangers in his lifetime. This would be no exception.

Swoosh!

He felt something pierce through his body.

In an instant, he stopped.

A white figure appeared in front of him.

The figure smiled warmly as though he was finally meeting a friend after a long time.

He opened the fan. There were five words on it this time: “All Things Return to

One.”

“Friend, won’t you stay here a bit longer?”

At that moment, a rushing wind filled his ears, and eventually, everything turned into emptiness.

His consciousness was devoured by the abyss, and he was engulfed in despair..