: In Another World, Now a Demonic Cultivator

Yu Zhao's Cultivation Diary, Part 1:

Today, the second and third brothers were fighting over the junior sister. I suggested to them that the three of them should get together. Making the most of their lives together is more important than anything else.

Instead of being grateful, they called me shameless. What a joke! They're demonic cultivators, yet they still talk about shame?

Yu Zhao's Diary of Cultivation, Part Two:

That day, it was the second and third brothers again. They were like oil and water, and they would fight every few days. But I noticed that they didn't kill anyone, so I told them that they wouldn't kill anyone if they did it this way.

Enraged, they chased after me with their swords drawn. Tch, these demonic cultivators are not only ungrateful but also fickle; they're so difficult to deal with!

Yu Zhao's Diary of Cultivation, Part Three:

Today, my junior sister came to me crying, saying that not only are the second and third brothers bothering her, but even Master is showing affection for her. She is so bothered that she can't concentrate on cultivation anymore. She asked me what to do.

I told her that if we can't solve the problem, we should deal with the people who caused it. We should take down the second and third brothers, as well as our master, and that would be the end of it.

My junior sister went even further. Instead of being grateful, she reported me to Master. Demonic cultivators are truly ungrateful!

……

Yu Zhao tossed the bamboo slips in her hand into her storage ring. She had been in this strange world for a year now, and writing and occasionally flipping through her diary had become one of her hobbies.

Only this hobby could bring some solace to her restless heart.

A year ago, she was brought back to Qingfeng Temple by her current master, Elder Qingfeng. Yu Zhao thought she had met a good person, but she never expected that her master was a demonic cultivator!

His taking on disciples wasn't out of kindness, but rather to collect materials—materials for alchemy.

A year ago, Yu Zhao was still the junior sister; half a year ago, she became the senior sister.

The senior brothers and sisters ahead of her in line were all refined into pills by their master.

Recalling the past, a melancholy expression appeared on Yu Zhao's face, and she murmured to herself with a wistful tone:

"How can I kill my beloved master?"

With her current strength, she's likely to have a 40/60 chance against that old man. Once she reaches Foundation Establishment, what awaits her will be a "warm" alchemy furnace.

Moreover, thanks to the traitorous junior sister's report, she is now out in the open. Master wants to refine her, and Master also knows that she wants to refine Master in return.

The situation has reached an extremely serious level!

Just as Yu Zhao was pondering a solution, there was a knock on the door, and a sweet, cloying voice came from outside:

"Senior Sister, are you home?"

Before Yu Zhao could reply, the door was pushed open, and a young girl walked in. She had bright eyes and white teeth, wore a white dress, and had an otherworldly air about her, like a celestial being descended to earth.

With a bright smile on her face, she instantly wins people's hearts.

Anyone who sees her would praise her, saying: What a beautiful and graceful fairy!

This girl was none other than Yu Zhao's junior sister, Shen Yunshu. Shen Yunshu's appearance and temperament were extremely deceptive, and she did not look like a demonic cultivator at all. Anyone who saw her would think that she was a delicate and righteous fairy.

Well, in Yu Zhao's words: What an exquisite little white lotus!

Yu Zhao had always felt that this junior sister was like a pure and innocent heroine in a female-oriented novel. This speculation was based on the fact that the junior sister had been brought back by her master two months ago.

The second and third brothers were completely infatuated with her, and not long ago even their master, that old man, fell for her.

There are ten people in Qingfeng Temple now, and apart from Yu Zhao, no one dislikes this junior sister.

This kind of charm is just ridiculously outrageous!

Therefore, Yu Zhao never had a good impression of this junior sister. In other people's eyes, the junior sister was a pure and innocent girl, but in her eyes, she was a black-hearted person, even more dangerous than the junior brothers and sisters who practically had the words "demonic cultivator" engraved on their foreheads.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome here."

Yu Zhao rolled her eyes at the other person and said irritably.

Her disdain did not anger Shen Yunshu. Shen Yunshu had long known that her senior sister did not like her, but that did not stop her from liking her senior sister.

Shen Yunshu, being very outgoing, immediately found a place to sit down. Her big eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Yu Zhao, truly a pitiful sight.

But Yu Zhao wasn't buying it. "Don't try to play the victim with me. It won't work on me. If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."

Yu Zhao hadn't forgotten that brat betrayed her.

If this brat weren't still somewhat useful, I would definitely have avenged this betrayal!

Don't misunderstand, "useful" means that she can divert the master's attention. Because of the junior sister, the master is busy pursuing the junior sister, and thus to some extent ignores Yu Zhao.

If Junior Sister is gone, then Old Man Deng will start to focus on his real work, which is definitely not good for Yu Zhao, because Old Man Deng's real work is selecting disciples to refine pills.

In a sense, Shen Yunshu's existence gave Yu Zhao and other disciples a chance to catch their breath.

Sensing that her senior sister was becoming even colder towards her, Shen Yunshu was almost in tears. "Senior sister, it's really not that I said anything bad about you to Master. How could I possibly harm you?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes"

Yu Zhao was extremely perfunctory, leaning against the bed armrest with a lazy demeanor. "Whether it's you or not is unimportant. If you have nothing else to say, you can leave. I need to cultivate."

"Senior sister, I don't know how Master found out about this, but I swear to God I have never betrayed you."

Tears welled in Shen Yunshu's eyes as she placed a jade pendant in front of Yu Zhao. "However, this matter arose because of Shu'er. Consider this magical artifact as an apology. Don't worry, Senior Sister, Shu'er will definitely give you an explanation."

After saying that, Shen Yunshu covered her face with her sleeve and ran away crying.

Yu Zhao: "???"

That's ridiculous, acting like I've bullied you.

Yu Zhao didn't take it seriously. None of her junior brothers and sisters were normal. In the entire Qingfeng Temple, she was the only normal person. But that made sense. If demonic cultivators were normal, would they still be called demonic cultivators?

Yu Zhao often felt that she didn't fit in with this group of people.

After watching his junior sister run away, Yu Zhao picked up the jade pendant she had left behind and played with it. As soon as he got his hands on the pendant, something unexpected happened. The pendant emitted a soft white light, and in the blink of an eye, it was drained of its energy and turned into ashes.

At the same time, a light screen panel appeared in Yu Zhao's mind:

Name: Yu Zhao (???)

Identity: Senior Sister of Qingfeng Temple, a demonic sect

Realm: Twelfth Level of Qi Refining

Cultivation Technique: Blood Fiend Technique (Incomplete)

Spells: Lesser Heavenly Demon Hand (Master), Moon Shadow Sword Technique (Grandmaster), Seven Cursed Arrows Technique (Ultimate)

Purification conditions met, purification begins.

[The Blood Fiend Technique (incomplete) was purified into the Jade Purity Mantra, the Lesser Heavenly Demon Hand was purified into the Lesser Tathagata Palm, and the Seven Curse Arrows Technique was purified into the Five Thunder Technique.]

Yu Zhao: "??!"

What's going on? Did I get a cheat code? But I'm a demonic cultivator, what's the meaning of purifying my demonic powers?