The righteous sect's female cultivator, who had been brought in under heavy restraint, instantly glared up at Su ier on the high platform, her eyes blazing with undisguised hatred and fury.
Though bound tightly, unable to move an inch, her aura of righteous integrity had not diminished in the slightest.
"You heinous demoness, guilty of countless cris!" the female cultivator's voice was crisp but filled with unyielding resolve. "Even if I die today, I will never let the likes of you succeed! We of the righteous path will one day flatten this devil's den and rid the world of your evil!"
Instead of anger, Su ier was amused.
Propping her chin lazily with one hand, she leaned forward with interest, studying the girl before her as if she were nothing more than a kitten baring its fangs for the first ti.
"Little sister, you must have only just left your sect to temper yourself in the world, hmm? Not a shred of experience to your na." Su ier chuckled, her eyes filled with teasing amusent. "Go on then, tell —what makes so 'heinous'?"
"Hmph! You demoness slaughter lives without number, your hands drenched in blood. Of course you are a fiend!" the woman snapped back without hesitation.
"Oh? Slaughter without number?" Su ier's smile only grew more enchanting. She shifted into a more comfortable pose, speaking unhurriedly: "Then let ask you this—if our roles were reversed, and I had fallen into your hands, what would you do to ?"
"That's obvious!" the righteous girl answered at once, her voice sharp. "I would execute you with my sword in the na of heaven, to eliminate future calamity!"
"There, you see?" Su ier spread her hands, her smile pure and innocent. "If I kill, I'm evil. But if you kill, it's justice. Aren't you also a killer then? What right do you have to call one?"
"Nonsense!" the young woman's cheeks flushed crimson, clearly shaken. "You are of the demonic path, fit only for extermination! We slay demons as our righteous duty. How could that possibly be the sa as your indiscriminate butchery?"
"Not the sa?" Su ier let out a silvery laugh, covering her lips with her hand as her body trembled with mirth, her full chest heaving enticingly with each chuckle.
Only after a while did she calm herself, fixing her foxlike eyes on the young cultivator. Her voice was soft, yet cutting:"In that case, the demonic cultivators I've slain within my sect alone already number more than you could ever hope to kill. By your logic, doesn't that make even more righteous than you?"
"You—!" The girl froze, her mind struck blank as if hamred by a great blow.
The notion was so absurd that she found herself montarily speechless.
Seeing her tongue-tied, Su ier's smile grew even brighter. Her voice was velvet-smooth as she pressed further:"Here in my Mysterious Yin Gate, ten out of ten disciples have blood on their hands—every one of them worthy of hell. By killing them, I lose no virtue. On the contrary, I gain rit. Tell then—doesn't that make the one acting on heaven's behalf?"
The female cultivator's eyes clouded with confusion, her lifelong convictions beginning to crack apart piece by piece.
She fought to think, to find so flaw in Su ier's twisted reasoning.
At last, a spark lit her gaze, and she cried out, "No! That's wrong!"
"Oh? What part is wrong?" Su ier tilted her head with curiosity.
"If things were truly as you say, then the demonic sects would earn rit just by butchering each other. How could killing them increase your virtue?" the woman's voice shook, but she spoke with desperate conviction.
To her shock, Su ier actually nodded approvingly.
"Not bad. At least you showed a little wit this ti." She admitted freely. "Indeed, so who slaughter enough evildoers actually do accumulate rit. If I mistakenly killed such a one, I'd suffer a loss of virtue. And yes… that loss does sting."
"But it's hardly a problem." She leaned back lazily, as if the matter were trivial. "If my virtue decreases, I simply visit the Three Talents Market, spend a few spirit stones, and purchase a few heinous criminals to kill. My virtue will be restored in no ti."
The girl stood as if struck by lightning.
Her mind reeled.
rit… could be bought and traded like that?
Could this demoness truly have more virtue than her?
No—it had to be wrong!
And yet, no matter how she strained, no rebuttal would co. Her face burned, but her mouth stayed shut.
Su ier exhaled contentedly. What she loved most was to toy with these fledgling cultivators, whose Dao hearts were still frail and unsteady.
If she faced a Foundation Establishnt cultivator instead, they would pierce her argunts with ease, never allowing themselves to be shaken like this poor girl.
Satisfied, Su ier turned and smiled at Liu ng."Well? Can you see now what my sect's task really is?"
Liu ng thought quietly for a mont, then said evenly:"I suspect the task is to obtain sothing from this female cultivator. But what exactly that is, I cannot tell."
Su ier gave her disciple a look of approval before turning back to the dazed young woman."You hear that? Even my beloved disciple believes you carry sothing of value. Why don't you tell what it is yourself?"
But the girl remained vacant, lost in the fog of her shattered faith.
Su ier didn't mind. She only smiled faintly."Very well. Soon enough, you'll beg to tell everything."
And then the tornt began.
The Mysterious Yin Art relied on dual cultivation and "harvesting" techniques to advance. Inevitably, it contained countless unspeakable thods of subjugation.
Soon, the hall rang with strange cries. Even Liu ng—accustod as she was to modern information—could barely bear to watch Su ier's cruel play.
The righteous girl's will had already been near collapse; under such tornt, she broke almost instantly, pleading desperately for it to end.
But Su ier only prolonged the ga until her captive teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, finally letting go with a languid sigh."As I thought—won are far more entertaining…"
It didn't take long before the girl spilled everything like beans from a split sack.
Her na was Lin Qingwan, a disciple of the righteous sect Lishi Pavilion, one of the Seven Great Gates.
She had recently perfected the third layer of Qi Refinent and, by her master's order, descended the mountain to seek opportunities for breakthrough.
During her journey, she stumbled across an ancient secret realm left behind by cultivators of ages past. That realm was shielded by a powerful restriction—it admitted only mortals. Any cultivator who carried spiritual power would be instantly repelled, unable to take even half a step inside.
It was for this information that the demonic sect had captured her, to have Su ier extract the location of the secret realm.
Under threats and temptation alike, Lin Qingwan dared not conceal anything. She revealed every detail.
"Only mortals may enter?" Su ier's eyes flashed with a trace of regret. "What a pity. It seems none of us here will have any share in that fortune."
She swept her gaze across Liu ng and the gathered attendants, as if commiserating with them.
But then her tone shifted, languid and sly:"Still, even if we could, it is not ours to claim. After all, interrogating this girl was a mission entrusted to by the sect. Whatever I uncover must be handed over in full—no private hoarding allowed."
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