Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

The sound of swords clashing against their scabbards, and knives against their scabbards.

It was at the very moment the two sheathed their swords.

The beam of light formed by the condensed sword light shattered suddenly, and what flew out were ethereal spatial rifts.

The dozens of demonic wooden figures were cut into countless small pieces of wood, and the blood they contained splattered all over the snow-capped mountaintop.

The silver sword light, alternating between black and white, resembled a black hole with endless suction, blurring the boundary between black and white. All the frozen demonic wooden figures were distorted in the next second.

With a series of loud creaking sounds, these Void Realm wooden figures didn't even have a chance to touch Jiang Shaoguang before they were completely twisted and torn apart, eventually disappearing into the slowly dissipating silver-sharp sword light.

The spiritual silk thread was completely snapped.

Standing behind the collapsed stage, the woman in the wedding dress stared blankly at Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang, her expression both stunned and surprised.

She stared blankly at the broken thread in her hand, her facial features suddenly contorting into a grotesque and distorted expression.

boom!

She stomped her foot on the ground!

A torrent of demonic energy erupted from her body, accompanied by violent tremors.

"My actors! My ensemble! My little wooden figures!!"

She stomped her feet frantically, causing several pits to collapse beneath her feet.

The woman's breathing became extremely rapid, her bloodshot eyes trembled incessantly, and for some reason, her pale right hand suddenly gripped her own neck, while her left hand desperately restrained her right hand to avoid using too much force and strangling herself to death!

That frenzied behavior was completely unlike that of a rational person.

"You owe me! You owe me my husband! You owe me my best friend!!"

A hoarse voice roared from her choked throat. She stomped the ground like a mad beast, her features contorted, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and even her head seemed to be tilting to one side.

That is when that terrifying madness reaches its extreme.

She suddenly stopped.

As if realizing something, his eyes gradually became calm and sinister.

"Just kidding."

She grinned, like a child who had just pulled off a stunt.

A sinister and eerie smile spread across her face as she laughed heartily, waving her left hand.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred wooden figures reappeared on the previously empty performance platforms on both sides of the stage.

Their appearance was somewhat different from the previous wooden figures; they were not covered in frost and snow, and looked as if they had been newly carved.

"I still have, I still have so many actors... so many bands... hahahahahaha..."

Looking at the woman in red who suddenly burst into excited laughter, Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang simultaneously realized a fact.

That's a madman.

There are indeed many madmen in the Demon Dynasty, but most of them still retain at least a tiny bit of rationality.

Those bloodthirsty demonic cultivators also knew that drinking blood could improve their cultivation, and they knew how to drink more blood and kill more people.

The madness of these demonic cultivators is simply an evil that this world cannot tolerate.

But the woman in front of me is different.

She has lost her mind.

Or rather, his reason was completely deranged, he could not be called a human being at all, he was a complete madman.

He's not a paranoid, not a neurotic with a wildly imaginative mind who's just one step away from genius, but a pure... madman.

A completely insane demon lord is more difficult to deal with than an ordinary saint.

Because she has no emotional weaknesses...

Her laughter stopped abruptly, and then she seemed to change her mind, staring at Fan Luokui and the other woman with interest: "But seeing how powerful you two are, I won't let my Qu team go up to their deaths."

"I've come to meet you personally, and by the way..."

The woman in red grinned, and several silver needles suddenly appeared between her fingers, wrapped with spiritual energy threads.

She licked her bright red lips and laughed, "How about turning you all into wooden figures too? That way you can keep performing... just like my precious Qu team."

Fan Luokui was startled upon hearing this.

She stared incredulously at the woman in red, recalling the blood splattered when the wooden figure died, and asked coldly, "You turned a living person into a wooden sculpture...?"

"Compared to living people who die with their lifespan, wood carvings can accompany me forever."

The woman, completely oblivious to anything amiss, flicked her right hand, and a wooden figure dressed in a groom's attire appeared out of thin air. She pressed her supple, graceful body against the figure, gazing seductively at its wooden head: "Am I right, my husband?"

The wooden groom nodded immediately, which made the woman in red laugh.

Before the woman in red could finish laughing, she casually tugged, and under the control of the spiritual energy threads, the wooden groom's head flew off.

A jet of blood gushed out, and the woman in red gave a disdainful sneer before kicking the wooden figure to pieces.

"Now you know how to agree with me? When you were having intimate moments with my best friend, did you ever think about me, you beast?!"

She went mad, stomping incessantly on the broken, bloodstained wood chips, venting all her inexplicable rage on them.

She vented for a full half minute, then took a deep breath and turned around with a smile.

His gaze fell on Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang: "Alright, let's not talk about that bastard anymore. Let's talk about being the lead in my play instead."

She quietly ran her fingers along the silver thread and said softly, "I wonder if you can give up resisting and let me turn you into wooden sculptures. That way, not only can you perform here forever, but you can also be together forever and ever..."

"So, what do you think? This deal is great, isn't it?"

Fan Luokui remained silent.

Jiang Shaoguang remained silent.

The two men, holding knives and swords, stared directly at the woman in red.

Looking at the two sharp blades, the woman in red shook her head with a slight sense of grievance, and then sighed.

"Alright, then I can only..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The blood-red figure disappeared on the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

Instead, a sharp laugh came from the sky.

"We sewed you right into the wood, hahaha—"

A sudden attack.

Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui reacted at the same time and struck each other with their palms.

As their palms collided in mid-air, the immense recoil sent them flying in opposite directions.

At the same time, the woman in red crashed to the ground, and the demonic energy she unleashed completely annihilated the surrounding snow, leaving not a single snowflake or speck of dust.

"Ugh... why do I have to dodge it... this is so troublesome."

The woman in red slowly stood up, turned to the side impatiently, first looked at Jiang Shaoguang, then glanced at Fan Luokui.

Her lips twitched violently, and the demonic energy within her surged forth once more.

"Senior brother."

Fan Luokui called out softly.

Given their close relationship, no further words were needed. Jiang Shaoguang immediately understood, flicked his right hand, and his storage ring instantly emitted a mysterious light.

A complex array diagram appeared in mid-air. Jiang Shaoguang took a deep breath, poured his spiritual energy into it, and pressed his palm against the array diagram.

Dealing with a saint...

We must use the methods of the sages!

Recalling the words Yunping had told him one night, Jiang Shaoguang said in a deep voice.

"Spirit Communication Array, Fu Xiang Yu Tian!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Accompanied by a faint, mysterious light, a young man dressed in fine clothes, holding a feather fan, slowly drifted out from within the array diagram.

The young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes turned around and gave Jiang Shaoguang a slightly strange look: "Who taught you to say those four words?"

Jiang Shaoguang asked, somewhat puzzled, "Which four...?"

"Fu Xiangyu Tian".

"My teacher taught me..." Jiang Shaoguang blinked blankly, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Tsk."

The young man pursed his lips, turned around, and said to Jiang Shaoguang with his back to him, "Don't say those four words again."

Why?

The young man took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Because these are the talismans that old beast used to use when summoning his spirit dog..."

"I still remember that dog was named Lunch..."

Jiang Shaoguang: "..."

He wasn't sure if he needed to remind her...

At this moment.

The young man had lost his human ears; in their place were two slightly drooping brown dog ears.

Teacher...you truly live up to your reputation.

"Who are you?"

Upon seeing the elegantly dressed young man suddenly appear in the array, the woman in red frowned and asked coldly.

In response to this question, the young man lightly opened his feather fan and gave a charming smile.

"I am the Ancient Saint of Array Formations—"