When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Bai Xiaotu had never encountered a half-demon before, so he didn't understand where this uncomfortable feeling came from. However, He Jingxuan, having dealt with various evil spirits and disturbances for many years, was very familiar with the malevolent aura of half-demons. His expression immediately turned cold, and he drew his sword, shouting:

"Watch out! He's a half-demon!"

Bai Xiaotu was stunned and quickly explained, "No, no! Zong Lan isn't a half-demon; he comes from the Lynx tribe, he's a true demon!"

Chu Xianlan hesitated for a brief second.

Once an ordinary cultivator has come into contact with "half-demon malevolence," they will never forget that feeling.

But... what about Zong Lan in front of me...?

Just as Bai Xiaotu said, Zong Lan is the young master of the Mountain Lynx Clan, and his pure demon bloodline cannot be faked.

The lynx crouched down, revealing its sharp fangs, and let out threatening growls from its throat. When it met those completely irrational, scarlet vertical pupils, Chu Xianlan slowly felt a chill run down her spine.

It wasn't out of fear of being attacked.

But for a moment, Caiyuan's words suddenly flashed through his mind.

In the past, half-demons were no different from ordinary people.

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In the era in which Caiyuan lived, half-demons did not go mad, and she had no idea what the malevolent energy of half-demons was.

Is there a possibility...

The malevolent aura of a half-demon is not an inherent defect of the half-demon bloodline.

"Viciousness" does exist in the world, but it is not exclusive to any particular race. It is like a plague; any group that is unfortunately infected by it will turn into a mad "half-demon".

Or to put it more figuratively, perhaps the red mist chasing after them is the malevolent energy itself.

That was the real reason for the beast tide riot and Zong Lan's madness.

Various thoughts surfaced in Chu Xianlan's mind, but the current situation did not allow her to continue analyzing.

"roar--!"

A chill swept over them, and ice spread from Zong Lan's feet, forming sharp spikes that shot towards the group.

The moment the ice spikes were blocked by the flames of the Flame Spirit, the lynx roared and sprang into the air, leaving them no chance to escape.

A burst of cold light erupted as countless fist-sized, sharp ice crystals bombarded down from the sky, the ice-based spiritual energy attack falling like a storm. At the same time, steel beast claws wrapped in frost slammed down in their path.

He Jingxuan was stunned. "Wow."

It turns out that this guy was just joking around when he was making snowballs in the air.

The kitten is really quite capable.

The crowd immediately dispersed, and Yan Ling shrank her body and landed on Chu Xianlan's shoulder.

In an instant, a giant blade imbued with the power of fire spirits materialized in the boy's hand.

The intense flames caused the surrounding temperature to soar, and just as the beast's claws lunged at her, Chu Xianlan's attack flowed out like a gentle breeze.

Wherever the heat passed, the ice crystals in the air instantly melted, hissing as they vaporized, turning into a shower of water that fell from the sky.

"clang!"

A surge of air.

The giant blade clashed with the sharp claws, the high temperature and extreme cold collided, and the sound made was enough to give anyone goosebumps.

Chu Xianlan gritted his teeth. Perhaps due to the enhanced ferocity, Zong Lan's strength was completely unlike what one would expect from a Golden Core cultivator. He channeled all his spiritual energy into his weapon, and the flames continued to intensify until Zong Lan's fur emitted a burnt smell. Only then did the giant beast give up the fight and reluctantly land a short distance away.

The malevolent aura emanating from its body showed no signs of abating, and it continued to stare at the crowd with fear and malice.

Faced with Brother Chu's sudden outburst of fire-type spiritual power, He Jingxuan still had only one thought:

Brother Chu, how many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

"Fellow Daoist He, stop watching and hurry up and help Brother Chu!"

Seeing Zong Lan launch another ice-type attack, Bai Xiaotu's hand was surrounded by green light, and a light green spiritual energy shield instantly unfolded in front of Chu Xianlan. The ice spikes hit the shield with a crackling sound, like ice spikes raining down on banana leaves.

He Jingxuan didn't hesitate either. He pushed off the tree trunk with his toes and flew over from the side while making a sword gesture.

The swordsman moved with the agility of a swallow, his sword tip piercing the lynx's vulnerable belly.

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, tearing the giant beast's skin and flesh. Zong Lan cried out in pain, his scarlet beast eyes suddenly sweeping towards He Jingxuan, his blood-red maw seeming to bite off He Jingxuan's head.

Chu Xianlan's pupils contracted sharply. "Be careful!"

Suddenly, a towering tree to the side was uprooted.

A thick tree trunk crashed down from the sky, causing heavy objects to collapse and get stuck between Zong Lan's open mouth and He Jingxuan!

"boom!"

With a snap, the lynx's sharp teeth snapped shut, embedding themselves deep into the tree trunk. For a moment, it was unable to break free, its head thrashing wildly.

"Phew, that was close." He Jingxuan couldn't help but wipe his sweat. Luckily, he was fast enough to loosen the soil.

Chu Xianlan flung her hand away and took the opportunity to draw her sword and retreat.

As the dust settled, the group stared at Zong Lan's silly expression, her mouth temporarily choked by the giant log.

He Jingxuan raised his sword and swiftly shaved off the clever hairs on the lynx's ear tips. He blew on the sword tip and ruthlessly uttered two words, "So stupid."

As expected of you, even as a half-demon you're still so stupid. This lynx tribe has no future.

Zong Lan was still shaking her head in place, her mouth open for so long that saliva was dripping down her face.

Driven by a desire for revenge, He Jingxuan, taking advantage of the lynx's inability to move, casually rolled up several balls of dirt and accurately smashed them onto Zong Lan's head one after another.

Clang, clang, clang, the dirt poured down, the beast's head turned a scorched yellow, its copper bell eyes wide open in helpless rage.

The scene was filthy, and Bai Xiaotu frowned deeply as she looked at it, fearfully moving closer to Chu Xianlan.

"Is this guy really a half-demon?" He Jingxuan wondered.

Chu Xianlan wasn't in the mood for jokes and looked up, pointing into the distance.

The red mist never stopped.

"I suspect that Zong Lan was tainted by that red mist, which is why she has become like this."

He Jingxuan was terrified, looking completely unable to accept it. "What does this mean? Anyone who comes into contact with the red mist in the secret realm will automatically mutate and become a half-demon?"

That Myriad Swords Immortal Realm is really too toxic!

"It's not that you've become a half-demon," Chu Xianlan lowered her eyes, her voice gradually sinking, "it's that you've lost control."

Out of control was once the synonym for all half-demon.

Things are different now than they used to be.

The Immortal Realm of Ten Thousand Swords not only hides the civilization left behind by half-demons, but also seals away a malevolent aura that has never been discovered before.

From beginning to end, most of the secrets buried here are related to half-demon. Perhaps the key of the demon race does not unlock a complete secret realm, but a truth that has been deliberately covered up for thousands of years.

Meanwhile, in the eastern part of the secret realm, Ji Fuyao and Ni Die were facing Fei Ling, the young master of the Qingluan Clan, who was also tainted by malevolent energy. Spiritual energy gusts swept over them, and they fought and retreated.

Half an hour ago, they witnessed Fei Ling transform into its original form and burst out of an icy valley, its body wreathed in malevolent energy, and without saying a word, it launched an attack on the nearest cultivator.

At first, Ji Fuyao thought that Fei Ling was deliberately hiding his half-demon identity, but the next few demon beasts she encountered also showed the same frenzied state, and the clever Ji Fuyao realized the problem.

Something's wrong with this secret realm.