Cultivating immortality relies on spatial abilities; defying fate to become the protagonist.

Chapter 112 Soul Palace
In an instant, the streets were filled with the clashing of fists and palms, and the flashing of sword energy and blades.

In just a few breaths, only a few demon corpses lay scattered across the market.

The once bustling and noisy street instantly fell silent, as everyone watched the sudden change in terror.

The members of the Soul Hall didn't even glance at the dead people before swaggering away, as if the murders that had occurred here had nothing to do with them.

"Sigh! There's really no way out. These guys from the Soul Palace are absolutely unreasonable. They'll cause trouble at the slightest provocation. This month alone, there have probably been at least five such egregious incidents!" The teahouse owner shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply.

“Who says otherwise? These people from the Soul Palace broke in from the outside and don’t treat us like human beings at all! Even if we want to escape from here, we have nowhere to go!” The female demon next to her also sighed heavily with a worried expression.

Upon hearing this, Shi Qinghan, who had been silent all along, had a slight glint in his eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, since the Soul Palace is so arrogant and domineering, why don't we all rise up in resistance?"

The teahouse owner stared wide-eyed at Shi Qinghan as if he had seen something strange, and said in astonishment, "Fellow Daoist, are you not from my Demon Ke City? You don't even know about the Soul Palace?"

Shi Qinghan smiled slightly awkwardly and replied, "Ah! I am indeed not from Demon City. To be honest, I was unaware of the actions of the Soul Hall in your city. My location is far safer than this place, and the people of the Soul Hall would not dare to act so recklessly and arrogantly. Little sister, after we finish what we have to do, it would be best to leave Demon City as soon as possible. This place is far too dangerous!"

The teahouse owner turned his head slightly and slowly opened his mouth to say, "So that's how it is! Back then, our Soul Hall wasn't like this at all. About five years ago, the then-Soul Hall Master unfortunately perished."

It's said that his long-lost biological son has returned and taken control of the entire Soul Palace. Nobody knows exactly where he brought that group of people from.

Those guys were all the confidants of that palace master. They were all ruthless, cunning, and extremely arrogant.

At the slightest inconvenience, they would resort to violence without hesitation. Strangely enough, for some unknown reason, everyone seemed to obey their every command without question, never daring to resist. Over time, even others began to behave like them.

Upon hearing this, Gu Shihan and Shi Qinghan couldn't help but exchange a glance.

In fact, demons have always existed. Most of them are born with dark spiritual roots, and the techniques they cultivate use demonic energy to enhance their strength. This is essentially the same principle as Taoist cultivators who cultivate by absorbing spiritual energy.

However, unexpectedly, there was a small group of outliers among the many demons.

These demons do not actually possess innate dark spiritual roots; in a sense, they are completely unrelated to true demons.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a mysterious figure who skillfully manipulated demonic energy and, through unique methods, successfully led some Taoist cultivators who were originally on the righteous path of cultivation to fall into the demonic path, refining demonic pills. From then on, a group of beings known as "demonic cultivators" appeared in the world.

As time quietly passed and the long seasons passed, the so-called demonic arts and evil cultivation methods began to merge and permeate each other, gradually evolving into a strange cultivation method that deviated from the right path.

This cultivation method is extremely cruel and bloody, requiring practitioners to constantly absorb the life essence and blood of others in order to improve their cultivation level. During this process, the practitioner's character undergoes a drastic change; they become exceptionally brutal and inhumane, their inner world severely distorted, as if they have lost all conscience and moral compass that humanity should possess.

The powerful cultivation they gained was actually built upon the tragic deaths of countless innocent cultivators and demons; it was constructed from countless lives.

Among them, the infamous Soul Palace is a typical example of such evil places.

Of course, it cannot be denied that although the Soul Palace was equally insidious and ruthless, it was a place where some demons could obtain many benefits.

The streets were bustling with people, and the noise rose and fell like a pot of boiling water.

As soon as Gu Shihan and the others entered Mo Ke City, Xing Bai disappeared into the crowd to gather information.

Not long after, a voice transmission reached Hanhan's ears: "Hanhan, I am currently in the Soul Palace. There are hundreds of Dao cultivators imprisoned here. Should we rescue them?"

After a moment's thought, Hanhan replied, "Xingbai, do not act rashly! First, carefully examine why the Soul Palace captured them here. Also, pay attention to whether there is anything unusual about those Soul Palace demonic cultivators."

"Don't worry, you must ensure your own safety. Just find a secluded place and wait for my message. If needed, I will notify you." As soon as Xing Bai finished speaking, he flashed away and continued to explore the depths of the Soul Palace.

He approached the main hall of the Soul Palace silently, like a ghost. Just a few steps away from the main hall, he suddenly heard a man's voice coming from inside.

Looking up, one sees an extremely luxurious chair in the center of the main hall, with dazzling gemstones inlaid on the back and armrests made of pure gold.

A man wearing a red robe embroidered with golden spider lilies and a golden mask was sitting lazily on it.

The man appeared to be over three hundred years old, and his cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul stage. His body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of black and red aura, which sometimes surged and sometimes condensed into wisps, giving people a mysterious, unpredictable, and chilling feeling.

The man leaned back in the large chair, seemingly blending into the darkness.

His already languid voice now carried an even more chilling coldness, like an undercurrent surging beneath a thousand-year-old iceberg.

"Soul Seven, how are things going with the tasks I assigned you? Have the personnel you've placed in the various sects been properly assigned? Bring me that detailed roster."

(End of this chapter)