I have the face of a great demon.

Unable to contain his anger at being tricked, Liu Qingfeng immediately sent a message back to the sect, reporting the whole incident to his master.

When the news reached Master Yu Chen, he was discussing the follow-up actions to capture Liu Xingchen and his two companions with the leaders of various sects.

Upon hearing Sect Leader Fan's message, True Person Yu Chen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "It seems that these three are not only cunning but also incredibly audacious, daring to plot against us. However, it now appears that they are definitely connected to the Great Demon."

One of the sect leaders couldn't help but say, "True Master Yu Chen, Liu Xingchen and his two companions have gone to the territory of the Demonic Path. It's not appropriate for us righteous cultivators to go and pursue them. After all, that's the territory of the Demonic Path. If we rashly enter, it might cause unnecessary conflict."

Master Yu Chen nodded, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes: "That's true. The territory of the Demonic Path is complex. If we rashly enter, not only will it be difficult to capture Liu Xingchen and the other two, but it may also trigger a conflict between the righteous and demonic paths. However, since Liu Xingchen and the other two have gone to the territory of the Demonic Path, the task of pursuing them can be left to the people of the Demonic Path."

Another sect leader elder chimed in, "Master Yu Chen is right. The righteous and demonic paths reached an agreement on the matter of hunting down the great demon and will work together to deal with him. As long as we pass the message to the demonic path, they will naturally deal with Liu Xingchen and the other two."

Master Yu Chen smiled slightly and nodded: "That's right. Although we and the Demonic Path have different stances, we share the same interests in the pursuit of the Great Demon. The Demonic Path will definitely not let Liu Xingchen and his two companions go. We only need to pass on the information to them so that they know the whereabouts of Liu Xingchen and his companions, and leave the rest to the Demonic Path."

Without delay, True Man Yu Chen immediately sent a message to Demon Lord Gui Ming, informing him that the Great Demon Lord's accomplices had entered the Demonic Path's territory. The rest was left to the Demonic Path.

By this time, Liu Xingchen and his two companions had already crossed Broken Soul Mountain and entered the territory of the demonic path.

They ran tirelessly for over a thousand miles until they were sure there were no more pursuers behind them. Only then did the three of them finally breathe a sigh of relief, stop, and begin to take in this unfamiliar world—the territory of the demonic path.

The scene before them was completely different from the cultivation world they were familiar with.

"Is this the territory of the Demonic Path? It feels completely different from our place," Ye Sisi said in a low voice.

Compared to the righteous path, the territory of the demonic path appears much more desolate.

Looking down from the air, the vast area was all mountains and forests, with no towns or villages in sight; it was all barren land.

After flying for some distance, the three finally spotted a village.

The village is situated in a desolate valley, surrounded by low hills, making it appear particularly isolated.

Liu Xingchen and the other two exchanged a glance and decided to go down and take a look, hoping to learn about the situation in the demonic territory.

They landed outside the village and walked towards it.

At this moment, Liu Xingchen had changed his appearance. He no longer transformed into Tie Zhu, otherwise two identical Tie Jingang would be too conspicuous.

So he changed his appearance and became a Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

That's right, it looks just like Hua Wufeng.

Seeing him like this, Tiezhu almost burst into tears; he missed his master so much.

Liu Xingchen transforming into his master's appearance somewhat alleviated his longing.

Ye Sisi also changed into a men's outfit, looking dashing and heroic.

Once everything was ready, the three headed towards the village.

As soon as they got close, the three of them felt a sense of oppression.

The village appeared dilapidated, with most of the houses built of rough wood and stone.

The walls were covered with cracks, and the thatched roof looked sparse and dilapidated.

The entire village was permeated with an atmosphere of poverty and desolation, as if it had not been repaired for a long time.

Liu Xingchen said in a low voice, "This place looks very poor. I wonder if all the territories of the Demonic Path are like this."

Ye Sisi nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in her eyes:

"Yes, the living conditions here are very poor. Although this is my first time in the territory of the Demonic Path, I have heard my father say before that the people of the Demonic Path do not care about the lives of ordinary people."

Tie Zhu said, "No wonder this place is so poor. Compared to this place, everyone in our Ling Shui Village is considered wealthy."

Liu Xingchen frowned, cautiously observing his surroundings: "We need to be careful; there might be people from the demonic path lurking here."

The three cautiously entered the village, only to find it unusually quiet. Every door was tightly shut, and there wasn't a sound.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that there were pairs of eyes watching these strangers from behind the door.

The streets were deserted, with only the occasional sound of the wind blowing, making it seem particularly desolate.

Liu Xingchen gently pushed a door, only to find it locked from the inside.

He frowned and said in a low voice, "The people here seem very scared. I don't know what happened."

Ye Sisi also sensed something was wrong. She whispered, "Listen, it sounds like crying."

The three listened carefully and, sure enough, they could faintly hear low sobbing coming from one of the rooms.

The sound was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet village.

Liu Xingchen stepped forward, gently knocked on the door, and said softly, "Is anyone home?"

The crying inside the house suddenly stopped, followed by a flurry of footsteps.

A moment later, the door slowly opened a crack, revealing a terrified face. It was a middle-aged woman, her eyes filled with fear and wariness.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Her voice trembled slightly, clearly wary of strangers.

Liu Xingchen smiled slightly, trying to make his voice sound gentle and friendly: "Auntie, we're just passing by and would like to ask for a bowl of water."

The woman hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning back and forth between the three men, as if trying to determine whether they were trustworthy.

Finally, she sighed, slowly pushed open the door, and said softly, "Come in, but there's nothing much to offer."

The three followed the woman into the house, which was dark and simple, with almost no furniture.

A worn-out wooden table was placed in the center, on which sat a chipped porcelain bowl and a rusty kettle.

The corner was piled with dry firewood and tattered bedding, making it look particularly desolate.

The woman walked to the table, picked up the kettle, and poured three bowls of water with trembling hands, handing them to them: "My family is poor, so I can only give you some cold water to drink."

Ye Sisi took the bowl of water and said softly, "Auntie, this is already very kind of you."

Tie Zhu took the bowl of water and drank it in large gulps.

After finishing his water, Liu Xingchen gently put down his bowl and said, "Auntie, why is the village so quiet? Everyone has their doors and windows closed?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "You people are all dressed so well, you must be immortals. We dare not provoke immortals."

Liu Xingchen smiled and said, "Are you still afraid of gods?"

“When the gods come, we have to offer up everything we have. Everyone is afraid of being chosen, so we keep our doors closed and hope that the gods will choose someone else and not our own.”

Upon hearing the woman's words, Tie Zhu couldn't help but frown, his tone filled with doubt and confusion.

"Give me everything? You don't seem to have anything here."

He looked around and saw that the junk in the house was indeed not worth mentioning. Even a cultivator would not want such things, yet the demonic cultivators were still scavenging for it, which really puzzled him.

Upon hearing Tie Zhu's words, a hint of helplessness and sorrow flashed in the woman's eyes. She whispered, "The gods want our lives."

Her voice trembled slightly, as if these words had been weighing on her heart for a long time, and she finally couldn't help but say them now.