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Heretic Cultivator Quest 20

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Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20Quest
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You are the greatest Demonic Beast of at least ten generations, the stellar phenomena of an ever rising star, heiress the legacy of primordial beasts and rightful empress of too many things to list, The wild princess, The Blood Moon Cosmic Beast, (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood) Huanliuxue! The founder of the heretical Palace of natural laws sect (宫殿的野生彝宪, Gōngdiàndīyěshēngyíxiàn) and inventor of the Ruler of the Great Wheel's Law(统治者的这重大轮回法律, Tǒngzhìzhědīzhèzhòngdàlúnhuífǎlǜ) and many other accolades and epithets, some of which are complimentary and some of which are anything but, which is to be expected considering you're the heretic that's overturned rivers and seas and the heavens and earth themselves!

Currently, you're deep in the sacred groves of the Thousand Lotus Hall Sect (千莲花殿堂, Qiānliánhuādiàntáng), having generously offered to do a little pest control for the other sect, even though you had been planning to squash the vermin that had wormed its way into their gardens before you even met with the heads of the healing hall. That worm in the flowerbed would be none other than your ghostly elder sister Xuebai's (雪白, Snow white) rabid dog, Jingyu (静雨,Quiet Rain) the corpse thief.

Who is currently groveling at your feet, dressed like he was taking customers in the seedier district of Suiqi, fox ears flat against his skull and tail trembling as he presses his human hands and face to the ground, fangs revealed as he grimaces and dares not look at you directly. You already suspect him of having perverted intents with the young girl he's gotten trapped in a cage of roots, but there's another suspicion that overwhelms the one that is shouting and making your ears ring with demands to cut his worthless life short and be done with that.

And that suspicion is voiced by your sense of caution, that those who would not survive all the trials you've been through would call paranoia. This is too easy. Jingyu is like an eel, he can slip from most nets and is hard to keep hold of, as slippery as he is slimy. Sure, when coming face to face with someone who is to him a winged tiger to his shit-eating worm and vastly outmatches him in every conceivable way, the wisest move for him to make would beg to grovel, kneel and beg for his life that's as valuable as gnats. But while he's doing the first of those two things, he isn't begging for his life.

That's suspicious. He birthed himself a new body when Ping detonated his original mess of limbs and grossly stappled and stitched together flesh.
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