Chapter 203: Chapter 202: The Pot Calling the Kettle Black

This demonic cultivator could swear that no other demonic cultivator had ever encountered a situation quite like his.

Demonic cultivators these days were no longer as arrogant and domineering as they were in ancient times—their status was now hanging by a thread. Due to the Human Sovereign Hall joining forces with major sects to purge them, demonic cultivators were on the brink of extinction. Most legacies had been confiscated as spoils of war and now sat in the Human Sovereign Hall.

As long as enough people died, a demonic cultivator could quickly level up. His entire Soul Formation cultivation had been pieced together by killing a few in the east and burying a few in the west.

He looked glamorous on the outside as a Soul Formation stage demonic cultivator, but in truth, he was no better than a stray dog, too scared to even set foot in bustling areas.

So one could imagine just how thrilled he was when he stumbled upon this small town.

He figured that Heaven must’ve taken pity on him and gifted him this town.

To the demonic cultivator, the townspeople weren’t people—they were future cultivation points.

Any demonic cultivator who had lived this long was cautious to the extreme. He worried that if such a large town suddenly vanished, the Human Sovereign Hall might investigate. That would mean certain death. So he didn’t act immediately. Instead, he disguised himself as a traveler and lived here cautiously, investigating the town’s situation.

He gave himself the identity of a lone middle-aged man just looking to make a living. He applied for a job at an inn, and the boss gladly took him in as a waiter.

An inn was the best place to gather information, and being a waiter made that even easier.

For a whole month, he came when called, left when waved off, and did his best to pretend to be a real waiter.

Eventually, he figured it out—the town was almost completely cut off from the outside world, and the only Nascent Soul stage cultivator was the town mayor.

In that case, even if everyone in the town died, no one would find out.

A gift from the heavens!

The demonic cultivator was ecstatic, so excited he could barely contain himself. He was going to blood-sacrifice this entire town to boost his cultivation!

So he set up a blood-sacrifice formation lethal to anyone below the Golden Core stage.

The result was obvious—everyone here was already dead. If this blood-sacrifice had worked, then pigs could fly.

Only after the failure did he realize that not a single person in this town was alive. They were all corpses. The town mayor’s skill with corpse-controlling Gu was so advanced, even he—a Soul Formation cultivator—hadn’t noticed a thing.

He’d actually lived with corpses for a whole month, racking his brains to gather information, even setting up a blood-sacrifice formation!

Thinking about the hardships he’d endured that month, the demonic cultivator felt like a joke. It was an insult to his intelligence!

If this ever got out, how could he still survive in the martial world?!

Wait no—if anyone found out he was a demonic cultivator, it wouldn’t just be about his reputation. It’d be a question of whether he could even stay alive.

Still, he flew into a rage and tried to bind Ayisu, intending to kill her.

But since she was pretty, he figured he’d enjoy her first.

Before he could even take off his pants, Commander Mu kicked him to the side.

There was no need for the demonic cultivator to confess. After listening to Ayisu’s story, Jiang Li had already pieced together what he was up to.

Let’s just say—Ayisu’s corpse-controlling Gu skills were excellent.

Seeing that Ayisu hadn’t killed anyone or been harmed, Commander Mu finally relaxed.

Commander Mu found his fiancée, Ayisu found a path for the Gu Clan, and the demonic cultivator found death—everyone had a bright future.

A demonic cultivator at the Soul Formation stage had countless innocent lives on his hands.

If someone like that fell into the hands of the Human Sovereign Hall, there was no way they’d let him live.

“Commander Mu, he’s yours now. See if you can trace him to other demonic cultivators,” Jiang Li said, figuring this guy must have connections and might lead to more.

How Commander Mu would go about that wasn’t Jiang Li’s problem.

Commander Mu agreed. This kind of thing was routine for him.

“So you passed the Gu Immortal’s trial and have a Love-Gu inside you that connects you to me. That makes you my fiancé?” After listening to the High Priest’s explanation, Ayisu looked at Commander Mu with a complicated expression.

She hadn’t expected that after leaving the Gu Clan for half a year, she’d suddenly gain a fiancé.

But the Gu Immortal’s will was absolute. As a member of the Gu Clan, she couldn’t defy it.

Plus, the guy was strong, handsome—he did fit her fantasy of a future husband.

Still, getting married to someone she’d just met felt like being forced into the bridal chamber. It left an uncomfortable feeling in her chest.

“No. I think the Gu Immortal was wrong. Love between two people should be pure. You can’t connect people with a Love-Gu,” Commander Mu said righteously.

He might’ve been moved by Ayisu, but saying there’s a Love-Gu inside him and he’d explode if he didn’t consummate the marriage—that wasn’t the behavior of a gentleman.

Using a Love-Gu to force a marriage was a joke. Commander Mu had principles.

He figured the Gu Immortal must’ve been heartbroken by a man, hence this twisted Love-Gu idea that made both parties uneasy.

“I’m not attractive?” Ayisu hadn’t expected that kind of response from Commander Mu. She felt a strange mix of emotions—she practically offered herself, and he didn’t want her. Did she have no charm in his eyes?

“You are.” Commander Mu nodded sincerely. “Of all the women I’ve met, you’re the most beautiful… Wait, no, Holy Maiden Jingxin ranks above you.”

“You’re the second most beautiful… Wait, Empress Yu Yin also comes before you.”

“Third most… no, Island Lord Mo of Penglai is ahead too.”

Finally, Commander Mu said with grave seriousness, “Of all the women I’ve met, you rank fourth in beauty!”

He thought this was an honest and heartfelt compliment. She should be pleased.

The demonic cultivator, knowing death was certain, should’ve been miserable—but when he heard that answer, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, earning a death glare from Commander Mu.

Jiang Li thought to himself, thank goodness Commander Mu hadn’t met the Mortal World Celestial or Master Dreamer—otherwise Ayisu’s rank would’ve dropped even lower.

And he couldn’t help but snort. With EQ like that, you think you can chase women?

Jiang Li figured the only reason he didn’t have a wife was because no one liked him. With his level of emotional intelligence, if someone actually liked him, wouldn’t marrying and settling down be a breeze?

The High Priest noticed Jiang Li’s scoff and knew he was mocking Commander Mu’s answer. Curious, he asked, “If Human Sovereign Jiang were in Commander Mu’s position, what would you have said?”

This was the strongest cultivator in the Nine Provinces. It was a rare chance—he had to ask more and learn as much as he could.

Jiang Li was always ready to teach and broke it down for him: “Girls like hearing things that go against your heart. So when talking to them, never tell the truth.”

Jiang Li thought his logic was sound. He did think Ayisu was attractive, just not the most attractive. And girls couldn’t handle the truth anyway, so the answer was obvious.

“I’d just say she’s not attractive.”

The High Priest turned his head, as if seeing Jiang Li for the first time.

That answer was way off from what he’d expected.

So this was how a Mahayana-stage cultivator answered. Truly unpredictable.

The High Priest had a revelation—no wonder he was stuck in the Nascent Soul stage. The mindset difference between him and the strong was just too vast.

He figured he needed to study Jiang Li’s mindset well. One day, it might help him break through to Soul Formation.

Jiang Li cheerfully offered, “Shall I help you two cut the Love-Gu?”

“Cut it! Absolutely cut it!” Ayisu bit out the word “cut” through clenched teeth. Who knew if she wanted to cut the Love-Gu or something else.

Smiling, Jiang Li summoned his Heart Sword and effortlessly severed the Love-Gu inside both of them.

Commander Mu didn’t even realize what had happened.

He sighed again—if Brother Jiang were his enemy, killing him would’ve been way too easy.

But why was Ayisu speaking in that tone? Did he say something wrong? Commander Mu was completely confused.

Commander Mu didn’t know much about romance. He decided to find a chance to consult Brother Jiang and get some pointers.