With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 284 - 247: Demon Blood Heart Palace

He suddenly lunged forward, immediately closing in on Li Que. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Screech————"

Two more sparks flew out, Li Que’s clothing was torn to shreds, but the skin underneath only showed two white marks...

"Heh... Martial Arts Grandmaster?" There was disdain in Li Que’s eyes as he grabbed one of Xiang Wuji’s arms.

But just at that moment, Xiang Wuji pulled a short blade from behind his waist with his other hand.

The arm that was grabbed twisted at a strange angle, faint sounds of cracking bones could be heard.

Xiang Wuji’s expression remained calm, his body swiftly twisted like a boneless snake, and the short blade sliced through the air with a piercing sound.

A sharp glint flashed across the blade, a faint Sword Intent covered its surface, and the blade instantly thrust towards Li Que’s mouth.

Xiang Wuji had killed many people in the Jianghu.

This the Wen Family knew.

But what they did not know was that the people Xiang Wuji killed during his travels were not just ordinary Jianghu ruffians, but also included several Martial Arts Grandmasters.

Among them was the contemporary Vajra of the Vajra Temple, who was unrivaled in hard martial arts, but even he was slain by Xiang Wuji using this method.

Hard martial arts could protect the exterior but could not defend against a soft oral cavity, or rather, a cultivation technique that could defend even such a place was simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However——

"Snap——"

The short blade, considered a Divine Weapon in the Jianghu, was actually bitten off by Li Que.

Xiang Wuji’s pupils contracted, and the force in his whole body surged like waves towards the arm that was being held; Li Que only felt like he was holding a mudfish, and with a flick of his hand, Xiang Wuji’s arm slipped out.

Xiang Wuji performed a maneuver like a kite turning over, landing to the side, and with a flick of his arm, the dislocation was set right.

If there were connoisseurs present, they would surely know how much pain this act would cause, yet Xiang Wuji’s expression did not change in the slightest.

"You don’t even know... what I lost... and therefore what I gained..." Li Que’s expression gradually collapsed.

The woman’s face on his chest became increasingly lifelike.

"The blood of a Martial Arts Grandmaster can allow me to slightly regain some sanity..."

Before the voice fell, Li Que approached Xiang Wuji like a specter.

Xiang Wuji had a sudden premonition, tilted his head, and a claw slashed past his head.

The next second, there were countless imminent danger premonitions surrounding him.

Shadows layered upon layers came rushing, and Xiang Wuji drew two daggers from his boots.

To Patriarch Wen, the actions of both sides could no longer be clearly seen by others, only the layered clashing of gold and iron resonated.

"What are you standing around for, hurry up and help the young lady!!" Patriarch Wen was startled, but immediately ordered those around him.

He fixed his gaze on Xiang Wuji, as the survival of the Wen Family depended on him.

"Hahaha, Martial Arts Grandmaster... you must have spent a lot of time honing your skills..."

"And I gained this power in just one day and night!"

"I truly... truly envy you all for being able to cultivate properly..."

"Tremble! Wail..."

The sound, like that of an evil spirit, came from all directions, accompanied by a tone of madness, and a hint of embarrassment.

Because Xiang Wuji seemed to have eyes all over his head, always managing to dodge just in time.

"Screech——"

A cut appeared on Xiang Wuji’s face, and his heart suddenly felt like it was struck by a heavy hammer.

"Boom————"

Xiang Wuji’s figure was sent flying backward, crashing through numerous buildings, finally landing in the ruins.

Despair filled the eyes of Patriarch Wen.

"Patriarch, we have to escort you away!" the trusted aides whispered.

Patriarch Wen shook his head, if he could leave, he would have already fled just now.

Xiang Wuji... was already their last hope...

Patriarch Wen looked at the figure in the ruins, like a broken doll...

Li Que was somewhat puzzled, his gaze shifted to Wen Xin lying on the ground.

No matter what... first eat her...

Li Que approached, crouching down, and grabbed one of Wen Xin’s arms...

Nobody noticed... a faint black aura emerged from Xiang Wuji’s eyes...

Jiang Ming looked at the characters on the golden Scroll, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

...............

Pitch black space.

Endless darkness.

Xiang Wuji suddenly awoke within it.

"Where is this place..."

"Wait, Wen Xin! Let me go back, I..."

Xiang Wuji quickly regained his composure, observing his surroundings.

Complete darkness, with only a faint light in one direction.

Xiang Wuji slowly walked towards it.

A flight of steps was illuminated by the dim light.

Beyond that, the stairs were shrouded in darkness.

"Excuse me, where is this place..."

Xiang Wuji was somewhat dazed, observing every detail, inquiring aloud.

"This place... Demon Blood Heart Palace..."

A dwarf, child-sized, hopped down from the steps.

Xiang Wuji’s pupils contracted, he couldn’t see through this dwarf’s cultivation.

Even with Li Que, he barely managed to glimpse through.

"Demon Blood Heart Palace... what is that?"

Xiang Wuji quickly asked.

"Demon Blood is naturally the Undefeated Demon Blood, as for the term Heart Palace, it’s because this place exists within your Sea of Consciousness, projected by the Undefeated Demon Blood."

The dwarf’s face bore a grinning expression, yet the smile was somewhat stiff and eerie.

"Undefeated Demon Blood..." Xiang Wuji murmured.,

"Yes, Undefeated Demon Blood."

"Demon cultivation is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, hard to succeed... However, easily giving up is not in our demonic nature..."

"Throughout the ages, the remnants of demon cultivators defeated by the Heavenly Dao are attracted by the Undefeated Demon Blood, thus forming the Demon Blood Heart Palace...

"It can be said, the Undefeated Demon Blood is a small solace given to demon cultivators by the Heavenly Dao... Yet for you... it is a hope for transcendence..."

The dwarf’s eyes gleamed.

"Heavenly Dao..."

Xiang Wuji murmured these words.

He suddenly looked at the dwarf.

"Then, senior must be very powerful..."

"Please, senior, assist me..."

The dwarf looked at Xiang Wuji, his face twitching slightly, then burst into laughter.

"There is no love or hate without a reason in this world. If you want me to help you, you’ll have to offer something in return..."

A glint of greed flashed in the dwarf’s eyes.

"Anything." Xiang Wuji said calmly, without the slightest fluctuation in his tone.

"Very well..." The dwarf looked at Xiang Wuji.

"Then, lend me your body..."

The dwarf was about to reach out to Xiang Wuji’s forehead.

Yet footsteps echoed from the stairs in the distance.

"Tap, tap."

The two of them both looked up.

A look of confusion and perplexity appeared on Xiang Wuji’s face.

The dwarf, however, looked incredulous.

"Impossible! The Demon Blood Heart Palace can only be gradually opened, I just awoke, how could another old demon also awaken?!"

This scene seemed to shatter common sense.

The dwarf stared into the darkness.

The figure in the darkness was gradually illuminated by the light.

Blue clothes fluttering, a hat with long dark hair streaming.

A sword and a blade on his back, also hung at his waist.

A faint smile appeared on the half-illuminated face.

"Finally, I’m out..."

"Xiang Wuji... long time no see."

A look of confusion appeared on Xiang Wuji’s face.

He did not know why, but he felt a faint sense of familiarity towards this strange figure.

The dwarf, however, was like a startled cat, his breath dispersing all over, looking at the strange figure, growling like a beast: "Who are you, how did you awaken early?!"

The strange figure raised his head.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

"I am Jiang Ming..."

............

In the Simulation Space, Jiang Ming fixed his gaze on the golden Scroll.

After the simulation started in this life of Xiang Wuji, Jiang Ming’s Celestial Soul function was infinitely weakened, making it difficult for Jiang Ming to directly influence Xiang Wuji without memories.

And now......