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

Chapter 72: Chapter 70: Slaughter

Shaoshan Town’s Chu Family.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As the town’s largest landlord, in control of a miniature spirit field, the Chu family’s income was enough to crush the entire town.

With wealth, naturally, the family’s manor was not lacking.

Among the painted rafters and decorated ridgepoles of the veranda, a dark iron-colored Qilin was displayed, grand and stately.

Stone steps paved a path leading to every corner of the courtyard, and the windowsills were filled with various green plants and flowers, their fragrance overwhelming.

In the main hall of the main house, translucent Liuli tiles sparkled, and the walls were adorned with various calligraphies and exquisite porcelain.

In front of the door was a large plaque, with the words ‘Chu Mansion’ written in gold paint, as if to declare the family’s name to the world.

At this time, in the main hall of the Chu family, a middle-aged man wearing a crown and silk robes was slightly bowing his waist; he was Chu Xuntan, the current patriarch of the Chu family.

“Mr. Pei, I have already notified all the Chu family members to come and join the banquet,” he said.

If the townsfolk saw this, they probably wouldn’t believe their eyes: the domineering head of the Chu family in Shaoshan Town, speaking so respectfully and obsequiously.

In front of Chu Xuntan, a tall figure slowly turned around, revealing an expressionless face—it was Pei Haibing, an inner disciple of Ghost Ridge Palace.

“Have you taken care of the things I asked you to do?”

Pei Haibing’s gaze did not fall on Chu Xuntan but rather indifferently observed the Chu family’s mansion, as though the air of haughty coldness had seeped into his bones.

Chu Xuntan’s body shuddered slightly, and he quickly said, “Mr. Pei, we dare not neglect the tasks you have assigned. Upon receiving your notification, we sent a pigeon to deliver the message to Sanlang. He is an Outer Disciple at the Purple Mist Sect. Upon receiving the letter, he will surely return immediately.”

When talking about Sanlang, pride surfaced on Chu Xuntan’s face.

This was his most promising child, who, due to exceptional talent, had been accepted into the Purple Mist Sect at the age of fifteen, beginning as a servant and now already an Outer Disciple.

The Purple Mist Sect was a mid-sized sect within the Jia Shao Prefecture, with thousands of disciples, and the Sect Master was a mighty figure of the Secret Realm. Having such a connection with the sect was a matter of pride for the entire Chu family.

“Good, you’ve done well,” said Pei Haibing, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked slowly toward the banquet.

A look of joy appeared on Chu Xuntan’s face. He had made an acquaintance with Mr. Pei half a year ago by chance. This man with a mysterious background was said to hail from a real family of great wealth and influence, possessing a demeanor that kept others at a significant distance, a quality hard to imitate.

What amazed people even more was his strength. Having demonstrated a minor show of power, he had made several Sacrificial Elders of the family tremble with fear.

At that moment, Chu Xuntan knew that by forming a good relationship with Mr. Pei, the family would greatly benefit in the future.

Perhaps they could rise to great heights, become true elites, and move into a great city.

Not to remain in a rural town, mingling with barefooted paupers, looked down upon in secret by city families as country bumpkins.

Jogging to keep up with Pei Haibing, and after a moment’s hesitation, Chu Xuntan continued, “However, Mr. Pei, those people you mentioned, are they really Demon Cultivators?”

In this meeting, Pei Haibing had brought a piece of news that he had encountered Demon Cultivator disciples and instructed Chu Xuntan to inform the Purple Mist Sect to prevent calamity from befalling Shaoshan Town.

“Do you not believe what I say?”

Pei Haibing turned back indifferently, startling Chu Xuntan with a shiver, feeling that the gaze was far too terrifying, cold as if it could freeze a person solid.

“No, no, of course, I do not doubt what you say, Mr. Pei. It’s just… if they really are Demon Cultivators, aren’t they too mild? The people we sent to test them were only injured, not a single one was killed,” Chu Xuntan said cautiously, which differed vastly from his impression of Demon Cultivators.

His impression of Demon Cultivators was of bloodthirsty cruelty, prone to massacres, with rather excessive methods.

“Have you ever seen a real Demon Cultivator?”

Pei Haibing spoke while continuing to the banquet venue.

To host this mysterious Mr. Pei, the entire Chu family had been mobilized, with every member, young and old, participating in the banquet, amounting to over two hundred people.

“Well, no,” Chu Xuntan hesitated, then shook his head.

“Heh, take a look at me, do I seem like the demon cultivator you have in your memory?”

Gazing at the over a hundred people gathered for the banquet, men, women, elderly, and children of all sorts, Pei Haibing let out a soft chuckle, his laughter filled with mockery and teasing.

“Mr. Pei, you… you shouldn’t joke like this…”

Chu Xuntan felt a surge of unease upon seeing Pei Haibing’s sinister smile, premonitions of something very wrong emerging.

“A joke? Today I will show you just what sort of methods a demon cultivator employs.”

Licking his lips, Pei Haibing reached out with a large hand, and the top of the skull of Chu Xuntan’s wife, who had come up to offer her respects, was suddenly lifted off. Following that, her beautiful head was pulled out from the root, blood spurting over a meter high, showering both Pei Haibing and Chu Xuntan nearby.

Silence!

The Chu family members at the entire banquet were stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Why had this mysterious Mr. Pei suddenly turned to murder?

“You you you, you really are…”

Chu Xuntan’s lips trembled, pointing at Pei Haibing, his face turning deathly pale.

Piecing together what Pei Haibing just said, how could he not understand that the Mr. Pei he had invited into his home was an authentic demon cultivator?

“Now do you understand? Do our demon cultivator methods meet your standards?”

Pei Haibing sneered sarcastically; amidst the laughing, his clothes burst apart, and countless bone spikes protruded from his skin like a hedgehog suddenly bristling its quills. The bones branched out like tree limbs, piercing through the Chu family members one by one, stringing them together and hanging them in mid-air like skewered insects.

Blood, screams, struggles, a scene ripe with gore unfolded in what should have been a celebratory banquet, as the entire Chu Mansion was enveloped by terror and death.

“Demon demon demon demon demon…”

The Chu family members ran about in panic, but how could they possibly escape the slaughter by Pei Haibing, an inner disciple?

In less than half a minute, everyone in the Chu Mansion, whether family members or servants, was pierced by the white bones.

From a distance, it looked like a coral giant tree made of bone grew into the sky above the mansion, every coral branch impaled with struggling human bodies, the blood pooling towards Pei Haibing’s feet, forming a puddle of blood.

“My third son, my third son will take revenge for the Chu family…”

Chu Xuntan was not yet dead, his eyes full of blood and regret, the sight of his family being slaughtered filled him with indescribable rage and remorse.

“Revenge? Rest assured, once I’m done using him, your third son will come to join you soon. We demon cultivators, when we say we will annihilate an entire family, we mean it—no one will be spared.”

Pei Haibing’s gaze was dark and deep as a still pond; as he spoke, his hands formed a spell, and he uttered a low shout:

“White Bone Transformation? White Bone Dao? No, all wrong, ha ha, it’s the White Bone Immortal Path.”

In his maniacal laughter, the live bodies on the white bone coral branches violently shook, uttering screams of extreme agony, as their bones pierced through the skin, turning into bone fluid absorbed by the white bone coral.

And the bodies, without bone support, slumped like mud, thumping down from mid-air, gathering into a small mound of corpses.

“Pleasurable, truly, the Demon Path requires murder for one to achieve Dao.”

Pei Haibing’s face was sickly flush, as the white bone coral withdrew back into his body, his cultivation soaring rapidly, fueled by the marrow of the bones he had absorbed from others.

“Now, it’s time for the Purple Mist Sect to perform, be good pawns for me.”

After completely slaughtering every living soul in the Chu Mansion, regardless of age, Pei Haibing licked his lips and strolled towards the outside of the mansion.

With each step he took, the bones in his face shifted, and the bones throughout his body changed as well, his height and features transforming, taking on the appearance of Su Jie.

Stepping out of the Chu Mansion, Pei Haibing observed the alarmed townspeople around him and sneered, “I am the demon cultivator Su Jie. Everyone in the Chu Mansion, over two hundred people, have been slaughtered by me. This is the fate of those who offend a demon cultivator.”

The townspeople shuddered and their pupils dilated at the mention of this and the sight of the carnage behind Pei Haibing. A scream erupted from someone in the crowd.

In an instant, everyone turned and fled, wishing they had more than two legs with which to escape.

However, Pei Haibing, who had planned everything, failed to notice a small dragonfly hiding on one of the fleeing townspeople. Due to the crowds and the chaos, and because he was caught in his proud and arrogant mood, he let down his guard and missed this detail.