The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere Chapter 110 - 62. Shocking the Whole Audience! He Was Once a

"Who would have thought Lord Bai had such a past!"

"If the snow leopard had stayed with him until the end, perhaps he wouldn’t have turned out so ruthless and unfeeling. What a pity!"

"Shh! Brother, lower your voice! Do you want to die!"

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The scene swiftly shifted.

It seed that several more days had passed.

Man and beast had completely traversed the Blood Beast Valley, arriving at a hill covered in lush green grass.

The snow that had been falling for several days suddenly ceased.

The sun was bright, and a warm breeze blew.

"Hmm, this should be the border of the Eastern Plain, the Hundred Grass Plains."

"Let’s take a rest here."

The boy took out a piece of coarse bread he had treasured for many days from his bundle.

"Snow Leopard, do you want a bite?"

Before taking his first bite,

The boy suddenly thought of sothing, tore off a small piece of bread, turned around, but found——

The Thunder Snow Leopard, which had walked alongside him for many days and had beco his companion, was gone!

"Sigh, this guy, couldn’t even say a word before leaving?"

"Well, maybe the Snow Leopard has its own concerns too?"

The boy let out a bitter laugh, then sat down and calmly enjoyed his coarse bread, regaining his strength.

He had long beco able to face all the vagaries of fate with serenity.

And he understood that in this world, no one could stay by his side forever.

The path is arduous, one can only save oneself.

"Next, I must quickly enter Wu Yang City ahead, gather information about the major Demon Sects in the Eastern Plain at the markets there, and find a way to join one of them. Then I can beco a true Devil Cultivator and fulfill my mother’s last wish!"

The boy muttered to himself.

After leaving a small piece of bread in the direction where the Snow Leopard had disappeared,

He shouldered his bundle once more and resolutely headed east.

At this mont, he had grown taller than he was a few days ago, though his fra had beco even more slender.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his pair of shining, clear eyes.

In the depths of those eyes, a flicker of fiery determination began to grow.

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"Ah, what a tragic experience Lord Bai has had!"

"Burying his mother with his own hands, traveling alone, finally having a companion, and now the Snow Leopard is missing...."

"And he....he is so gentle! He even left food for the Snow Leopard!"

"Indeed! Such a kind-hearted boy, is he really the sa man who now conducts all sorts of evil experints in the Blood Kitchen?"

"Stop lanting! Look quickly! Who is that in the upper right corner of the scene!"

Soone suddenly cried out.

Everyone looked.

In the scene.

At the end of the mountain path where the young man was walking, a familiar figure appeared!

"Oh my! Isn’t that Tiger Daoist of the Raksasa Palace!? So Lord Bai t him in his youth!?"

"But during the Sect Leader selection, didn’t Lord Bai say his first eting with Tiger Daoist was through Sect Master Ye Wudao’s introduction!?"

Looking at the middle-aged Daoist in a robe, with a bushy mustache, and a haggard face.

The crowd burst into exclamations!

Even on the high stage, Sect Master Ye Hongyi, along with a group of Cangming Elders, were wide-eyed, incredulous!

If earlier, everyone was rely curious about the past of Qingling Demon Sovereign.

Now.

They were deeply and profoundly shocked!

The two future Cangming Giants, who once battled to the death, had already t long ago?

At this mont.

Compared to the shock of the crowd in the square.

The Embroidered Face Saint Maiden of Yin Gui Palace remained remarkably calm.

"Steward Zhou, you should know who this person who looks exactly like Tiger is, right?"

She asked the old woman beside her.

"Of course."

Steward Zhou said, "It turns out, he t Lord Bai by chance on this mountain path, thus changing his life. How lantable."

"There’s nothing to lant."

"If a person is inherently ruthless, even if they et the kindest and warst one, they will still turn out the way they do."

Hua Yuerong said coldly.

"Uh....Lord has a point."

Not daring to contradict her, Steward Zhou concurred, and then suddenly rembered sothing: "Since this person has appeared, does it also an....Miss, you will also appear in his mories?"

"Ah...."

At these words, the previously indifferent Embroidered Face Saint Maiden trembled inside, her mouth slightly open, letting out a light murmur.

Then, her full and plump chest kept heaving with her rapid heartbeat.

At this mont, she found herself unexpectedly nervous!

"Is it possible that there are traces of in the deepest parts of this guy’s mory?"

"Hmph, I don’t believe it."

"Even if there are so! They are probably those fragnted, shaless monts where I threw myself at him without dignity!"

Thinking of this, the Embroidered Face Saint Maiden’s pretty face beneath the veil turned red with embarrassnt.

At the sa ti.

The mories from the past, those that she could never forget, resurfaced in her mind.

The amazent when she first t him.

The hazy probing.

The first hug...

The first kiss....

"Bai Qingling, you... you admitted to toying with my feelings, you’d better not keep these mories! They only make more disgusted!"

She cursed in her heart.

However, she helplessly found.

Even after all these years.

Things have changed.

The naive and innocent Rong’er of the past had turned into the mature and powerful Hall Master of Yin Gui Palace.

But she still...

Hoped dearly that these shared mories were etched in that man’s mind!

Driven by her increasingly fast heartbeat.

She dared not look at the scene on the heavenly screen any longer and instead glanced again at the Youluo Palace seat next to her.

The master seat was empty.

That man still hadn’t returned!

"Heh, could it be this guy is so afraid of his most sordid, ugly self being revealed to the world that he dares not return?"

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Above the sky.

The frequency of changes in the images refracted by the Mysterious Mirror slowed down more and more.

It seed that the next mory was particularly important to the Qingling Demon Sovereign!

In the scene.

A young boy looked at a kindly smiling middle-aged Taoist at the end of the mountain path by a creek.

After so deliberation.

He slowly sheathed his longsword, walked over, and saluted, "This humble junior greets the honorable immortal! May I ask, honored immortal, how can I get to Wu Yang City?"

"Little boy, why are you going to Wu Yang City?" the Taoist asked with a kindly smile.

"I... this junior wants to find a master to learn from, so I am first heading to Wu Yang City to gather information."

"Which sect are you planning to join? Little boy, this is the Eastern Continent, the gathering place for Yunzhou’s devil cultivators! Don’t go to the wrong place!"

"I am joining the Evil Sect,"

The young boy replied firmly, word by word, with determined eyes.

"Good! Very good indeed!"

"Little boy, there’s no need to look far!"

"Join my school!"

"My Evil dicine Sect needs talents like you!"

Feeling the innate pure magical aura from the boy, a cunning gleam flashed across the middle-aged Taoist’s eyes, and his kindly smile gradually beca a mix of greed and fierceness.

The boy hesitated slightly and asked, "May I be so bold as to ask, venerable immortal, what is your na?"

While speaking, he took out the ’Geography of the Eastern Continent,’ trying to verify the Taoist’s background.

"My na is unknown and unimportant!"

"But in the entire Eastern Continent, among the Eight Great Demon Sects, the thousands of devil cultivator families, and the countless rogue cultivators, not a single person does not know my title!"

"Evil— dicine— Master!"

Hearing this title, the boy’s body trembled, but he did not speak.

As they stared at each other.

A pure and innocent girl’s voice rang out:

"Master dicine, who are you talking to?"

Soon after.

There ca the sound of rustling footsteps from the bushes behind.

Shortly after.

A beautiful girl with her hair styled in a drooping bun, adorned with golden hairpins, dressed like a rich family’s daughter, appeared in the fra.

At the sa ti.

The boy’s eyes were also drawn over.

Under the setting sun.

By the trickling creek.

A thirteen-year-old dusty but handso boy and an eleven-year-old richly dressed cute girl exchanged shy smiles.

The scene froze at this beautiful mont!