Immortality and cultivation begin at age forty, starting with Foundation Establishment.

Although Feiyue was bound, she appeared incredibly relaxed after three days on the flying boat.

Once subdued by a Golden Core cultivator, their fate was sealed.

In the past, Fei Yue lived in the Qian Kingdom, a land teeming with demonic cultivators, where she constantly had to figure out how to survive among a group of demonic cultivators.

It's not just righteous cultivators who are afraid of demonic cultivators.

In fact, even demonic cultivators feel fear towards each other.

As a female cultivator, Fei Yue needs to appear fiercer and more ruthless than others. She needs to make all the demonic cultivators on Thousand Peaks wary of her in order to protect herself.

After pretending for so long, Fei Yue sometimes felt fear when she looked in the mirror. She was afraid that the person in the mirror was her real self, not the person she was pretending to be.

Feiyue is now in a great mood. She can lie on the airship at will, without having to wear that foul-smelling human skin mask on her face.

She doesn't need to play the role of a vicious demon; she can do anything within the limits, say whatever she wants, and no longer fear being overheard.

Feiyue lived for a hundred years, played the role of a demon for ninety years, and was finally tied up and confined to a small space before she finally felt the greatest freedom in the world.

If only time could stand still at this moment of being bound.

"So happiness isn't about improving your cultivation level, acquiring a priceless treasure, or eliminating the demonic cultivators you hate the most."

"Just lying down and doing nothing can make me feel happy."

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have pushed myself so hard."

Ye Hongyi kept her eyes fixed on Feiyue. She could hear every word Feiyue said, but she never responded to Feiyue.

Chen An once said that the words of the Netherworld Cult's demonic cultivators were not to be trusted, and that everything they did was only to achieve their own goals.

Ye Hongyi completely agreed with Chen An's statement.

Among the Netherworld Cult prisoners in the Demon Wolf Legion, there were demonic cultivators who appeared reasonable on the surface but secretly had a different set of ideas.

Their words and actions are completely different; they only do what they can to achieve their goals by any means necessary.

Feiyue leaned closer to Ye Hongyi and whispered, "Hey, fellow Daoist, your name is Hongyi, right? It's been almost three days, and I've been talking to myself for so long. Don't you want to say anything to me?"

"I'm begging you before I die, please say a few words to me."

"I want to know where you came from, and why you are attacking the Netherworld Cult?"

"I'm not trying to extract information; I'm just curious."

"I've heard that the air is much fresher in the world outside of Qian Kingdom. What kind of air is that?"

"Is it possible that outside, everywhere is an environment similar to the extremely sunny place atop a thousand peaks?"

"I've heard that the sun rises in the east every day and sets in the west."

"Mortal crops don't need the power of extreme yang for irrigation, but without it, can crops grow well?"

"Don't you think the mortals outside are all pitiful? Their crops aren't irrigated by the power of extreme yang, so they can't get enough to eat."

Ye Hongyi took out a stick from her storage bag and struck Feiyue hard in the stomach, then said coldly, "Be quiet, you're really noisy."

Feiyue's face lit up with joy. She wasn't upset because of her stomachache. As long as Ye Hongyi was willing to respond to her, she felt like she had already won.

It took her three days to finally get Ye Hongyi to speak, which was a good sign. This made her even more excited than when she broke through to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Haha, Red Dress, you finally replied to me."

"If hitting me makes you willing to talk to me, then you can hit me all you want, I don't care. You can even tear my face apart."

Ye Hongyi said, "Demon, don't pretend to be so wronged. You are the demonic cultivator. If it weren't for Uncle Yu saying that I didn't need to seal your mouth, I would have smashed your mouth to pieces long ago."

"If you ask me, a demon like you should have your body burned as a sky lantern, and your soul made into a wick to burn forever."

Feiyue chuckled and said, "Should I be burned like a sky lantern? I've seen it done before. It is indeed quite painful, but after our souls are burned for a few days, we cultivators completely lose consciousness."

"Actually, lighting sky lanterns isn't as painful as people say."

Ye Hongyi snorted.

Feiyue said, "Everyone in the Qian Kingdom is born into captivity, born as disciples of the Netherworld Cult. It seems we don't have much of a choice."

"But I agree with what you said, Red Robe, they should all be burned at the stake."

"Living in such a world is too painful."

"In my next life, I want to be a cow, the kind of ordinary, domesticated cow that doesn't have to think about anything and can be fed every day."

"And all I need to do is till the land when it's time to farm each year."

"Red Robe, do you know that mortals value cattle very much? They would rather go hungry themselves than let the cattle go hungry."

Ye Hongyi raised the stick and struck Feiyue in the stomach again.

"A demonic cultivator like you will not have a next life."

Feiyue wasn't afraid when she heard there was no next life. In fact, she didn't believe in the existence of a next life. It was just that so many people talked about it that she felt it was okay to hope for one if it existed, but it didn't matter if it didn't.

The spaceship landed at the base of the Demon Wolf Legion.

Upon hearing Chen An's telepathic message, Ye Hongyi casually tossed out a bag, put Feiyue inside, then hoisted it onto her shoulder and leaped off the flying boat.

Hiyue, inside the pocket, couldn't see the outside world, but she could sense that there were many people around her.

However, this land lacks the aura of blood and evil, and the yin and evil energy is also very thin, which gives the demonic cultivators who have lived in the Qian Kingdom for many years a different feeling.

The air here smells quite nice.

"This is the stronghold of the righteous path."

"This is the first time I've seen so many cultivators gathered together, yet there's no tense atmosphere."

"Your righteous path is truly unique."

Hiyue, inside the sack, couldn't see the outside world through it, but she could sense the atmosphere outside—a power she had innately awakened.

In the demonic path, regardless of the environment, whenever more than two demonic cultivators meet, they will be on high alert. I don't know how others feel, but that's how Fei Yue feels.

Only the suppression of high-level cultivators can make all the demonic cultivators obey orders; otherwise, they will be a disorganized mess.

Qian Chongfeng is similar to Fei Yue, A Long, and Ku Yuan. The three of them are already very good fellow Daoists, but even so, they still need to be wary of each other.

After Chen An and Ye Hongyi landed, the flying boat behind them disappeared, and Yu Mochou on the flying boat disappeared at the same time.

For a Golden Core expert like Yu Mochou, there was absolutely no need for her to display her prowess in front of others and have a group of low-level cultivators worship her. She had long since missed the period when she could satisfy her vanity by having others admire her.

The only Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples qualified to interact with Yu Mochou are the younger generation of the Yu family.