Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

In the deep, dark cave, Song Ciwan began her usual routine.

With a flick of her sleeve, the Heaven and Earth Scale flew out and collected the altar before her, along with everything on it—

—including the dark, eerie Array Flags, the symbols arranged from Primordial Pearls, the twisting steps made of skulls, and the withered branch Song Ciwan had just placed on the altar. Everything was absorbed into the Heaven and Earth Scale.

RUMBLE! The cave began to tremble.

The weeping Skeleton Cultivator froze. She stared blankly at the spot where the altar had vanished, a look of utter despair spreading across her gaunt face.

"My altar!" she shrieked. Amid her cries, she threw herself at Song Ciwan.

But in the next moment, the Fire Rope binding her tightened instantly. The Skeleton Cultivator, who had sprung to her feet, was violently thrown back to the ground.

The terrifying heat instantly seared through large patches of her remaining flesh. Smoke rose from her body as she began to weep again. "Spare me! I beg you, Senior, spare me! This junior was wrong! I was wrong, sob... sob..."

Clumps of human desires materialized: [Human desires: The bitterness, fury, and despair of a Demonized Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator. Two catties and nine taels. Exchangeable.]

[Human desires: The hatred, despair, and confusion of a Demonized Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator. One catty and seven taels. Exchangeable.]

[Human desires...]

...

The Skeleton Cultivator’s emotions were in turmoil, showing no signs of depletion yet.

So Song Ciwan asked patiently, "What exactly were you wrong about?"

The question immediately sparked a glimmer of hope for survival in the Skeleton Cultivator.

She quickly lifted her head. "Senior, this junior was wrong. I shouldn’t have resisted. I beg for your forgiveness! Senior, I built that altar through countless hardships. It cost me half a lifetime of effort. I didn’t mean to attack you just now... my heart just ached..."

As she spoke, the Skeleton Cultivator began to cry again.

Her weeping was truly pitiful. Despite her monstrous and bizarre appearance, her anguished sobs were incredibly infectious—enough to sadden any who heard them and bring tears to the eyes of any who saw her.

But Song Ciwan had a heart of stone. No matter how pitifully the skeleton cried, she remained completely unmoved.

Song Ciwan used the Fire Rope to pull the Skeleton Cultivator, dragging her behind the recently shattered stone wall.

The dust had completely settled, revealing a shocking sight behind the wall.

Inside this new cavern were dozens of haphazardly arranged skeletons—

It must be noted that these were real skeletons, real bones—the actual remains of the dead.

The bones of each skeleton bore the marks of different agonizing injuries. Some looked as though they had been burned. Others appeared to have been drawn and quartered while alive, then stitched back together after death. Still other bones were pitted and scarred, as if gnawed on by some kind of monster...

The variety was endless. There were so many that even with her imagination, Song Ciwan couldn’t fathom the cruel tortures some of them must have endured in life.

In front of these skeletons lay a viscous, purplish-black Blood Pool.

Remnants of flesh and gore bobbed on its surface.

Dragged to this spot by Song Ciwan, the Skeleton Cultivator couldn’t help but tremble.

Song Ciwan asked, "Did you do all this? Tell me, how exactly do you practice this Evil Technique?"

When the Skeleton Cultivator refused to speak, Song Ciwan took out the Five Poison Jar and released the Black Insects, which hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time.

Song Ciwan rarely used these Black Insects anymore. The Five Poison Jar’s Level was too low, and it was showing signs of being unable to contain the insects within. She had to keep it suppressed in the Vast Sea Grotto Heaven just to prevent the jar from losing control.

She would also frequently take out the Black Insects as a snack for the Big White Goose. The goose would eat a few, reducing their numbers and thus lessening the strain on the jar.

But now, the Black Insects had a new use.

The moment the dense swarm of insects covered her body, the Skeleton Cultivator broke down completely.

[Human desires: The shock, terror, and fear of a Demonized Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator. Three catties and seven taels. Exchangeable.]

[Human desires: The terror, fear, and horror of a Demonized Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator. Four catties and three taels. Exchangeable.]

[Human desires: The dread, dread, and dread of a Demonized Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator. Three catties and five taels. Exchangeable.]

...

Clumps of human desires surged forth, rising and falling like waves.

The following conversation echoed through the deep cave:

"These people... did you kill them all?"

"Yes..."

"Why did you kill them?"

"They deserved to die! They all deserved to die!" The Skeleton Cultivator’s voice grew agitated. "It’s not like our family was starving! But just so my brother could get married, my father and older brother decided to sell me to a brothel. Brother Yun said he would take me away, but they chased us down and broke his legs! I just didn’t want to end up in that filthy place. What did I do wrong?"

So, this monstrous Evil Cultivator had once been just a pitiful girl from a small mountain village.

In the middle of her questioning, Song Ciwan paused. She was reminded of the past, from a time not long after she had become a Demon Cleaner, when she had Washed a Fox Demon.

That Fox Demon and a woman named Lady Cui had relied on each other for survival. Lady Cui was from the countryside but had been sold by her father and brother to be a concubine for a wealthy man in the city...

Lady Cui had suffered endless abuse in the wealthy household and eventually chose to feed the demon with her own blood.

The Fox Demon slaughtered the wealthy man’s entire family, then swallowed Lady Cui, and ultimately perished along with all its sins.

That old memory had once shaken Song Ciwan to her core. Even as her Cultivation deepened over the years, she had never forgotten the initial shock.

She was never merciful to her enemies, but if she could easily prevent a tragedy, she was always willing to lend a hand.

’This world is so beautiful. There is brilliant sunshine, the songs of birds and the scent of flowers, vast and endless landscapes, and the lively bustle of the mortal world. Wouldn’t it be even better with fewer tragedies?’

’Unfortunately, the stories of the unfortunate are so often alike, while those lucky enough to have their tragedies averted have always been a tiny few.’

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