Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Yun Qing was brought before the Evil King, holding a freshly refined pill in her hand.

"Your Majesty, please don't worry, the elixir has been successfully refined."

The Evil King gave a signal, and then one of the evil cultivators pressed a bone knife against Yun Qing's neck.

The Evil King picked up the pill, smelled it, and said, "If I take this pill and anything happens to me, you will be executed along with me!"

Yun Qing did not struggle. "It's normal for the Evil King to be suspicious."

"But I am merely a lowly heretical cultivator; how could I possibly dare to harm Your Majesty, the Evil King?"

"Between death and paying homage to the evil king, a wise person would naturally choose the latter."

The Evil King snorted coldly. These were all his men, so he doubted she would dare to do anything underhanded.

He put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it. As the pill spread throughout his body, the dull pain in his head seemed to gradually lessen.

Until later, the pain completely subsided.

The Evil King's expression visibly relaxed, as if a stone that had been pressing down on him for a long time had finally been moved.

He lowered his hand, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled: "...It really doesn't hurt anymore."

The Evil King looked at Yun Qing, his tone softening slightly: "You do have some skill. From now on, you will stay by my side. You don't need to go out and capture cultivators anymore; let others do those tasks."

"As long as I have food to eat, you won't go hungry."

Yun Qing lowered her head, her lips twitching uncontrollably. This was completely unnecessary, but she still said:

"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Evil King."

The Evil King asked again, "I promised you before that as long as you cure my headache, I will give you the reward you want."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Yun Qing pinched her thigh, then looked at the Evil King with teary eyes, "Lord Evil King, to be honest, many of my friends died at the hands of those bald monks and Golden Core cultivators. I hate them! Those people claim to be righteous, but are their methods any cleaner than ours?"

"Therefore, I humbly request that Your Majesty give me a chance to take revenge myself."

"What's so difficult about that?"

The Evil King's headache had subsided, and his mood had improved considerably. "I'll have them brought up here. You kill them yourself, and then we'll eat them together, how about that?"

"Really?" Yun Qing bowed. "Thank you so much, Lord Evil King, for standing up for me!"

The Evil King waved his hand, signaling his men to bring the group of prisoners up.

A moment later, Pei Shubai, Si Mingche, Cen Ning, Jiang Mian, as well as Wu Zheng and his bald junior brothers, were led into the main hall by a string of demon-binding ropes.

Yun Qing stood beside the Evil King, her gaze sweeping over the group. "Your Majesty, may I begin?"

The evil king leaned back on his high seat and tossed her a bone knife. "Go ahead, kill me however you want."

Yun Qing took the bone knife and walked step by step towards Pei Shubai and the others, saying, "You will all die today!"

It seemed to be directed at Pei Shubai and others, but it was actually a message to all the evil cultivators present.

She raised the bone knife with a wicked smile, then slashed the neck of the evil cultivator beside her.

Blood gushed out instantly, but Yun Qing casually wiped it away. "Binding Rope, retract!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the ropes binding the nine people's hands were untied and flew into Yun Qing's hands.

The nine people summoned their magical artifacts in perfect unison, blocking the evil cultivators who were charging forward.

The Evil King rose from his high throne and roared, "Black Earth! You want to rebel?"

"I am not Black Soil."

Yun Qing ripped off her disguise, "The Sword of No Life!"

A gentle breeze blew by, and the Lifeless Sword fell into the hands of the purple-clad girl. Her long, ink-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes were icy cold.

"I remain true to my name and profession: Yun Qing of the Chengtian Sect!"

The Evil King then realized he had been tricked by the cultivator. Enraged, he tried to use all his spiritual power to tear her apart.

But just as he was using his spiritual power, the spiritual energy within his body suddenly surged and surged wildly, seemingly trying to burst his meridians.

"Pfft!"

The Evil King, his entire body riddled with wounds from the strain of spiritual energy, collapsed on his high throne. "What exactly did you feed me?!"

"A pill to treat headaches." Yun Qing's lips curled up. "But I forgot to tell you, you can't use your spiritual power carelessly after taking this pill, or you'll explode and die."

"What a fine example of dying from an explosion of spiritual energy." The Evil King was covered in blood, but showed no fear. "You think I can die like this? You're too naive."

"I am the Evil King! As long as evil cultivators exist, I will not die!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Yun Qing infused the power of lightning into the Lifeless Sword, purple arcs of electricity swirling around its blade.

"If a burst of spiritual energy can't kill you, what about lightning?"

The Evil King's expression changed instantly. What evil cultivators feared most was not the suppression of Buddha's light, but lightning, which could completely annihilate them.

"No! You can't!"

Yun Qing didn't waste any more words with him; she thrust her sword straight into the Evil King's chest.

The Evil King is dead, but countless evil energies emanate from his body.

Yun Qing immediately shouted, "Beware of evil spirits!"

Pei Shubai and the others activated their defensive magic items.

Upon seeing this, Hei San in the crowd immediately turned and ran.

Yun Qing glanced at it, "Never mind, go!"

"Never mind," the sword responded, flying to Hei San's side and blocking his path.

With the Evil King dead, Hei San felt there was no point in struggling and immediately knelt down to plead:

"Black...it's not Lady Yunqing, please don't kill me."

"Please forgive me for what I did to help you get close to the Evil King. I beg you to spare my life."

Yun Qing raised her hand and brought her knife down, sealing Yun Qing's throat with a single stroke.

"Since you have already passed away, I will not pursue this matter further."

Wu Zheng swung his staff and killed a heretical cultivator. "Damn! Junior Sister Yun Qing, so this is what 'forgiving past transgressions' means! I get it!"

Yun Qing clasped her hands together and smiled gently, saying, "A monk should not create negative karma through speech."

"But you can show your attitude with actions." She looked at Wuzheng, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Come on, let's see who kills more evil cultivators."

As soon as Yun Qing finished speaking, Wu Sheng and "Never mind" were drawn at the same time, ending the life of an evil cultivator with a single strike.

Wu Zheng had already swung his staff, sending the heretical cultivator in front of him flying. He then turned and swept down the two who were flanking him from the side. "Come on!"

"Twenty..."

"Twenty-five! Five more than you~"

"..."

Taking advantage of the chaos, Pei Shubai went to the dungeon and released the other cultivators. When he returned to the stone hall, he looked at the sky filled with evil energy and his expression changed slightly. Something was wrong!

He rushed back to the main hall and said to Yun Qing, "Junior Sister, the evil energy doesn't completely disappear after a demonic cultivator dies. If we can't find a way to resolve this, the overflowing evil energy will still affect the surrounding cities."

The evil energy of a heretical cultivator will not dissipate on its own after death. If left unchecked, the area will continue to be tainted by the evil energy, becoming a breeding ground for new heretical cultivators.

Worse still, the remnant soul of the Evil King may be hidden within the evil energy, waiting for the right moment to re-condense.

Yun Qing looked up at the sky, smiled, and said, "It's time to close the net completely."