This time, the emotionless system replied:
[She isn’t dead yet.]
Hearing that stiff robotic voice, Lin Mo said speechlessly,
“Fine, I gave you back the regret points, so change your voice back.”
[Okay~] the system chirped.
Half an hour later, the demonic cultivators secretly watching Lin Mo finally couldn’t hold back and made their move. In their eyes, Lin Mo’s clothing was extraordinary, so he must be carrying quite a bit of money and treasures. On top of that, he was clearly seriously injured at the moment, and his strength was far below what it had been before. They had to strike while he was down—take his life while he was still hurt.
Two bold Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators snuck toward Lin Mo to ambush him.
But several sword auras moved faster than their bodies, slicing off all four limbs of the two men in a flash.
Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes and calmly walked over to the two terrified demonic cultivators and ended their lives despite their pleas for mercy.
[Congratulations, Host, you have gained 413 regret points.]
[Congratulations, Host, you have gained 627 regret points.]
As expected, the moment before death produces the most direct regret—and the amount isn’t bad either.
Lin Mo was not someone who killed indiscriminately, but when it came to those who sought to rob and kill him, he wouldn’t show any mercy.
Thinking about it—this was the Demon Realm. How many decent people could there be among demonic cultivators?
It seemed that the Demon Realm truly held a vast amount of regret points waiting for him to collect.
In the days that followed, Lin Mo focused on healing his body while also clearing out demonic cultivators who had their eyes on him.
Generally speaking, killing Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators directly yielded less than a thousand regret points.
For Golden Core-level demonic cultivators, killing them directly could yield 1,000 to 2,000 regret points.
Of course, these figures were all based on the highest and lowest regret values Lin Mo had personally received.
When Lin Mo was breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, a demonic cultivator of the same level had also set his sights on him and ultimately couldn’t resist making a move. After Lin Mo cut him down, he gained nearly six thousand regret points.
In just three short months, Lin Mo had repaid all the regret points he previously owed the system, and now had a total of over 270,000 regret points.
To think, it had previously taken him an entire year of passively collecting regret points to barely surpass one hundred thousand.
What other method could be as simple, brutal, and efficient as this?
Of course, one hundred and twenty thousand of these came from Shen Ke’er alone, obtained through entering the dream reincarnation of the Dream of a Yellow Millet.
Interestingly, throughout the outer region of the Demon Realm, there was now talk of a fearsome white-robed sword cultivator.
Rumor had it that he possessed a sword technique that could shake the heavens and make even ghosts weep. Anyone marked by him would be unable to escape death—those slain by his blade numbered in the tens of thousands.
When Lin Mo learned of this news, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Since when had he become such a demonic cultivator slayer?
According to this system’s statistics, in the past month, 364 Foundation Establishment-level demonic cultivators died under the host’s sword, 168 Golden Core-level demonic cultivators, and only one Nascent Soul cultivator.
As for the Qi Refining stage demonic cultivators—none showed up, because they didn’t dare cause Lin Mo trouble.
He realized that in the outer regions of the Demon Realm, he was already seen as a god of slaughter—no one even dared to meet his eyes.
Lin Mo hurriedly changed out of his white robes and put on a differently-colored set of clothes.
And surprisingly, it worked quite well—people started daring to approach and provoke him again.
It had lasted less than a week, and Lin Mo noticed that once again, no one dared come near him.
He quickly grabbed a Golden Core-level demonic cultivator and interrogated him.
The demonic cultivator fell to his knees and begged for mercy the moment he saw Lin Mo:
“Grandpa! You’re my real grandpa! For the sake of my aging parents and young children, just pretend you didn’t see your grandson today, okay?”
Lin Mo laughed and said,
“What are you afraid of? I’m not going to kill you. I just don’t get how I changed my entire outfit and you still recognized me?”
The demonic cultivator replied,
“Grandpa, nowadays, even your appearance has been fully described everywhere.”
Lin Mo asked curiously,
“What kind of description?”
“That sword cultivator looks unbelievably handsome—women go weak in the knees when they see him, and men feel inferior.
The moment I saw you, I felt so ashamed I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
Within a hundred miles of here, I’ve never seen a more handsome young man than you. No need to guess—you must be that legendary white-robed sword cultivator.”
Lin Mo nodded and sighed,
“Indeed, you can change your clothes, but a handsome face is impossible to hide.”
Looks like it won’t be easy to farm regret points in the outer regions of the Demon Realm anymore.
“Grandpa, if you’ve got nothing else, can I go now?”
“What’s your name?”
“Mo Pao’er.”
Lin Mo thought to himself—he still wasn’t very familiar with the Demon Realm.
This Mo Pao’er seemed rather clever.
So he said,
“From now on, stay by my side.”
Mo Pao’er’s jaw dropped.
“Huh?”
Lin Mo didn’t say much and simply tossed over a high-quality pill.
After catching the pill, Mo Pao’er instantly put on a look like he was ready to charge through blades and fire.
Lin Mo said,
“Tomorrow, you’ll go into the Demon Realm with me.”
Mo Pao’er quickly said,
“Boss, you won’t be able to get in!”
“Only demonic cultivators and true demons can enter the Demon Realm.
If you go over there, you might even encounter danger…”
Lin Mo smiled and said,
“You don’t need to worry about that. Just take me over.”
Hearing that, Mo Pao’er stopped talking further.
If Lin Mo couldn’t get in by then, he could slip into the Demon Realm and use the chance to escape this god of slaughter.
Getting a free pill for it—how satisfying.
Meanwhile, Ye Kai, who had just been enjoying life outside for a short while, was suddenly approached by the now-demonic Yuehua.
Before they met, Yuehua still had a head full of white hair, but her appearance had become youthful again.
Ye Kai was stunned:
“You’re still alive?”
Yuehua’s face remained expressionless as she calmly uttered two words:
“Slay demons.”
As her words fell, a surge of overwhelming demonic energy burst out from Yuehua’s body.
Before Ye Kai could react, his right hand had already been twisted and deformed.
He was greatly shocked:
“Why has Yuehua also become a demonic cultivator?
And in such a short amount of time, she’s gained such terrifying power.”
You should know, ever since he absorbed all of Yuehua’s cultivation, Ye Kai hadn’t been idle either—he had harvested quite a few female cultivators, and his realm had risen from early to mid-stage Soul Splitting.
And just now, before he could even see Yuehua’s movements clearly, one of his hands had already been crippled.
Even Wanwan inside the ring cried out in surprise:
“Your Master didn’t become a demonic cultivator—she became a demon.”
There is a fundamental difference between a demonic cultivator and a demon.
A demonic cultivator is still human, but a demon is an entirely different species.
Wanwan couldn’t understand it at all—how could a human become a demon?
Could it be caused by the remnants of a demonic seed?
Just as Wanwan was lost in thought, Ye Kai’s other hand suddenly went numb again, twisting into a limp mess.
He cried out in pain, “Master, please listen to me explain…!”
Yuehua’s face remained expressionless, her lips once again uttering just two words:
“Slay demons.”
With a gentle wave of her hand, she tore Ye Kai’s entire right arm clean off.
The intense pain made Ye Kai lash out in resistance, but his attacks couldn’t harm the now-demonic Yuehua in the slightest.
“What’s going on? Did this woman lose her mind after becoming a demon??”
Ye Kai hurriedly pleaded for help from Wanwan, the young girl in the ring.
At this moment, Wanwan more or less pieced together the cause and effect.
It was likely that Yuehua’s demonic obsession was too strong, causing her to merge completely with the demon seed.
This kind of transformation usually required extremely rare conditions, but in theory, it was possible…
But in all her centuries of life, she had never encountered such a thing before.
Who would have thought a human’s obsession could run so deep as to awaken a demon seed?
Wanwan snapped irritably,
“This is all your fault. If you hadn’t disgusted Master Yuehua like that, deepening her hatred and obsession with demon-slaying, and then absorbed her cultivation without finishing her off—how could she have become a demon?”
Ye Kai was momentarily speechless.
“How would I know that crazy woman could actually become a demon?”
“Then what level is she at now?”
Wanwan replied casually,
“She’s still at the Soul Splitting stage, but it’s not the ordinary kind.
True demons possess extremely pure demonic aura—any ordinary demonic cultivator at the same level would stand no chance against them.”
Ye Kai panicked.
“Then what do we do now???”
Wanwan snorted coldly.
“You take the beating for now. I’ll take you to hide in the Demon Realm afterward.”
Wanwan’s real body wasn’t here either, so she had no way to deal with Yuehua.
Ye Kai braced himself and stepped forward. Since he could no longer communicate with Yuehua at all, there was no way he could stall for time by talking his way out.
In just a short moment, his left leg had already been twisted into a knotted mess by Yuehua.
Fortunately, just as Yuehua was about to twist his heart until it exploded, Wanwan opened the entrance to the Demon Realm and let him escape smoothly.
As he fled, Ye Kai didn’t forget to pick up his own severed right arm.
Yuehua stood frozen in place. After falling into demonization, her mind had been completely filled with the will to slaughter.
There were many things she could no longer think through properly.
She only knew one thing—every demon had to die. And that demonic cultivator just now had to be annihilated to the point not even a trace remained, soul and spirit both utterly destroyed.