Zi Yue immediately coughed violently again.

Blood spilled continuously from the corner of her lips while her body trembled weakly atop Clayne’s palm, yet even in such a terrible state, her eyes still remained calm and clear.

"Senior Deity..."

She lowered her head slightly while struggling to breathe steadily.

"I am more useful than him..."

Before she could continue further, another fit of coughing interrupted her.

"Cough... cough...!"

Her blood stained robes looked even more miserable now, but despite her condition, she still forced herself upright while spiritual Qi slowly circulated through her body in an attempt to stabilize her injuries.

Meanwhile, the demonic cultivator immediately panicked.

"Senior Deity, please do not believe her!"

His expression became anxious instantly.

"That woman only recently entered the Core Formation Realm!"

The demonic cultivator hurriedly bowed repeatedly while trying desperately to prove his worth.

"This humble one has cultivated within the Core Formation Realm for decades already!"

His voice grew faster and faster from fear.

"I possess far greater experience than her!"

"I know cultivation in far more detail!"

"I understand the differences between righteous cultivation, demonic cultivation, body cultivation, poison cultivation, and soul cultivation!"

The demonic cultivator straightened slightly while desperately explaining further.

"Senior Deity, cultivation is not merely breathing spiritual Qi into one’s body!"

"There are countless hidden dangers everywhere!"

"Improper circulation can damage meridians permanently!"

"Wrong cultivation methods can cripple spirit roots!"

"Unstable foundations can make future breakthroughs impossible!"

The demonic cultivator became increasingly emotional the longer he spoke.

"I know how to identify suitable cultivation paths based on physique!"

"I understand spiritual herbs and compatibility!"

"I know which spiritual beasts possess useful bloodlines!"

"I know pill combinations capable of accelerating breakthroughs safely!"

His eyes brightened desperately.

"Our Blood Soul Sect researched countless methods involving spiritual transformation and soul enhancement!"

"We studied cultivation far beyond ordinary sects!"

"There are righteous sects who blindly absorb spiritual Qi like fools until their bodies collapse beneath impurities!"

"But demonic cultivation explores deeper truths!"

"We temper the body through suffering!"

"We strengthen the soul through trials!"

"We seize opportunities without hesitation!"

The demonic cultivator inhaled deeply.

"Senior Deity, if you desire true understanding regarding cultivation, this humble one can teach far more than that woman!"

His voice grew increasingly excited while survival instincts pushed him to continue endlessly.

"I know advanced formations!"

"I know hidden cultivation regions!"

"I know how to locate spirit veins beneath mountains!"

"I know methods of refining spiritual weapons!"

"I know ancient blood rituals capable of increasing cultivation speed dramatically!"

"I even know corpse refinement methods capable of creating powerful servants!"

The demonic cultivator hurriedly bowed again.

"Senior Deity, this humble one’s knowledge absolutely surpasses hers!"

Meanwhile, Zi Yue continued coughing quietly while blood stained her sleeve repeatedly.

Still...

She slowly sat down in a lotus position atop Clayne’s palm.

Her breathing gradually steadied while the surrounding spiritual Qi of the miniature world began flowing gently toward her body. The grasses beneath her emitted faint glowing lights while spiritual mist drifted softly around her injured figure.

Clayne quietly watched both of them while thinking deeply.

Honestly...

He felt conflicted.

The demonic cultivator indeed sounded knowledgeable.

Very knowledgeable.

But at the same time...

Demonic cultivation.

Even hearing the name itself made Clayne uncomfortable.

He remembered all the online novels he read before.

Blood rituals.

Soul refinement.

Dangerous techniques.

Body corruption.

What if he accidentally cultivated something harmful?

What if some demonic technique exploded inside his body halfway through training?

Or worse...

What if he unknowingly transformed himself into some horrifying monster?

Clayne absolutely did not want that.

This apocalypse was already terrible enough.

He did not want cultivation itself becoming another danger to him.

While Clayne continued weighing his thoughts carefully, Zi Yue slowly opened her eyes again.

This time, her voice sounded calmer despite the weakness within it.

"Senior..."

She looked toward Clayne steadily.

"I performed a soul swap battle against his sect master."

Her gaze remained unwavering.

"The Blood Soul Sovereign attempted to suppress my consciousness completely and seize my body as his new vessel."

Zi Yue slowly inhaled.

"But I won."

The demonic cultivator’s face immediately stiffened again.

Zi Yue calmly continued.

"During the soul confrontation, his memories collided against mine continuously."

Her eyes lowered briefly.

"I obtained fragments of his memories regarding cultivation."

Then she slowly raised her gaze again.

"Not only ordinary cultivation methods..."

"His techniques."

"His experiences."

"His understanding of realms."

"His knowledge regarding demonic sects."

"All of it entered my mind during the struggle."

Zi Yue’s breathing became slightly uneven again.

"The reason I survived was because the Blood Soul Sovereign underestimated my resolve."

"He believed a Core Formation cultivator would collapse instantly before a Nascent Soul soul pressure."

"But..."

Zi Yue’s eyes became colder.

"He failed."

The surrounding spiritual Qi around her trembled faintly.

"I resisted him continuously while his soul weakened little by little beneath the spiritual force inside the Divine Water Senior granted me earlier."

Then Zi Yue paused briefly before continuing more seriously.

"Senior..."

"Demonic cultivation is extremely dangerous."

Her tone became heavier.

"Even ordinary demonic cultivators frequently destroy themselves accidentally."

"There are techniques that devour lifespan."

"Techniques that damage the soul."

"Techniques that corrupt emotions."

"Some methods require constant killing merely to maintain stability."

Zi Yue’s voice remained calm while explaining further.

"There are demonic cultivators who eventually lose themselves entirely after cultivating forbidden arts for too long."

"Some become living corpses controlled only by instinct."

"Some lose their sanity and begin devouring blood endlessly."

"Others destroy their own foundations because their cultivation becomes unstable."

Zi Yue slowly lowered her head respectfully.

"If Senior Deity were teaching another Deity, such methods would already be dangerous enough."

"Yet Senior wishes to cultivate personally."

Her eyes became serious.

"That makes proper guidance even more important."

The demonic cultivator immediately panicked again. "What nonsense!"

His voice rose sharply.

"What makes you think Senior Deity fears demonic cultivation?!"

The demonic cultivator’s face twisted anxiously.

"Senior Deity is a supreme existence beyond our understanding!"

"How could ordinary demonic methods possibly harm such a being!"

His voice became louder and more desperate.

"Senior Deity stands above the heavens themselves!"

"He is not some fragile lower cultivator like us!"

The demonic cultivator hurriedly pointed upward toward Clayne.

"A being capable of overlooking entire worlds does not fear mere cultivation corruption!"

"Even heavenly tribulations themselves probably cannot touch Senior Deity!"

The demonic cultivator bowed repeatedly again.

"Please do not compare Senior Deity with ordinary cultivators!"

Meanwhile...

Clayne barely listened anymore.

Because suddenly—

Growls echoed outside the restroom again.

His expression instantly changed.

The undead were back.

Clayne immediately turned toward the restroom entrance while his senses sharpened completely.

More scratching sounds followed.

Weak footsteps.

Moaning.

Apparently, the explosions outside no longer distracted every zombie completely.

Some had returned.

Clayne frowned slightly.

He no longer wanted to waste unnecessary time.

Then slowly...

He nodded toward Zi Yue.

Immediately, the demonic cultivator’s expression changed drastically.

"No—!"

Before he could continue—

Clayne calmly spoke.

"You can go."

The demonic cultivator froze completely.

Then joy exploded across his face instantly.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Thank you, Senior Deity!"

Meanwhile, Zi Yue immediately raised her head.

"Senior Deity..."

Her expression tightened slightly.

"It would not be wise to release him."

Her voice remained respectful but serious.

"If he escapes while I explain cultivation to Senior, he may call for backup from his sect."

The demonic cultivator instantly panicked again.

"No!"

"I would never dare!"

His face turned pale immediately.

"Senior Deity, this humble one absolutely swears I will never reveal anything regarding Senior’s existence!"

He bowed frantically again and again.

"I will disappear immediately!"

"I will leave this region forever!"

"I will never return!"

"I will never disturb Senior again!"

The demonic cultivator nearly cried.

"I swear to the heavens!"

"If this humble one ever reveals Senior Deity’s existence or returns with hostile intentions, may heavenly tribulation destroy my soul forever!"

His voice trembled nonstop.

"I only wish to survive!"

"I absolutely would never dare offend Senior again!"

Still...

Clayne no longer wanted to think further.

The undead outside already demanded his attention.

Without hesitation—

His fingers pressed together lightly.

Pop.

The demonic cultivator’s body instantly exploded midair.

Blood splattered between Clayne’s fingers while shattered flesh scattered everywhere across the miniature world.

The death looked horrifyingly casual.

Like crushing an insect.

Zi Yue immediately closed her eyes briefly.

Even after everything she witnessed already...

The sight still felt brutal.

Meanwhile, Clayne casually wiped his fingers slightly before looking toward Zi Yue again.

"What exactly happened to you earlier?"

Zi Yue slowly knelt respectfully at the center of his palm.

"It was because of the Divine Water Senior granted me previously."

Her voice became softer.

"When I realized they intended to use me as a vessel for soul replacement..."

Zi Yue lowered her head.

"I immediately consumed the Divine Water."

"The spiritual Qi within it was too vast."

Her expression became complicated.

"The moment the Blood Soul Sovereign attempted suppressing my consciousness completely..."

Zi Yue slowly inhaled.

"...his soul exploded."

Clayne blinked slightly.

"And somehow you survived?"

Zi Yue nodded weakly.

"The spiritual Qi protected my spirit sea while his weakened soul failed to endure the pressure."

"I see..."

Clayne slowly nodded.

"That must have been difficult."

His tone sounded thoughtful now.

"Fortunately, you made it."

Zi Yue immediately lowered her head respectfully again.

"Thank you for worrying about this lowly Zi Yue, Senior."

Then surprisingly...

A faint smile appeared on her pale face.

"But..."

"I also gained some fortuitous encounters through the process."

"Even though I nearly died..."

"And even though I suffered greatly..."

"I do not feel at a loss."

Clayne raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Really?"

Then curiosity appeared across his face again.

"What fortuitous encounter?"