"Crunch, crunch..." A series of shattering sounds echoed, and it wasn't until after a short incense stick's worth of time that the surrounding icy mist dissipated, revealing a new scene before Nong Shuyi.

Nong Shuyi stared, mouth agape, utterly stunned by what she saw.

At that moment, she finally understood why Mo Wuji had said that if Duan Men had a next life, they shouldn't provoke him again.

What was once lush and vibrant, enveloped in various protective arrays, appearing magnificent and densely packed, the imposing Yan Family estate, was now a shattered expanse of icy wasteland.

As far as the eye could see, not a single person remained. Even the houses, trees, and even some of the smaller hills had vanished completely under the barrage, leaving no trace behind.

The extreme cold that permeated the area still sent shivers down Nong Shuyi's spine.

But what chilled her even more was Mo Wuji's ice cannon. That such a weapon existed on True Star, it threatened the very destruction of the entire planet.

After a long moment, she stared at Mo Wuji in horror and asked, "What kind of cannon is that? It's so terrifying!"

Mo Wuji put away the ice cannon, not directly answering Nong Shuyi's question, but instead saying, "This cannon of mine isn't unlimited. I don't have many shells left."

Mo Wuji wasn't lying. Although his shells looked like they were piled up in several stacks, there were actually only about fifty of them. Now, every time he fired, he lost a shell. If he wasn't truly incapable of wiping out the Yan Family with his own strength, he wouldn't have been so reluctant to use this cannon.

Nong Shuyi didn't speak. When she thought Mo Wuji was using a Starry Sky Cannon, she believed he was courting death. Not only did the Yan Family have numerous powerful experts from Duan Men, but the Yan Family itself also had top-tier experts. Firing this cannon was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

She had no intention of saving Mo Wuji. Although her sister wasn't killed by Mo Wuji, her death was directly related to him. She had already given up on living. If Mo Wuji wanted to die, she could only let him.

"The Yan Family is finished." Nong Shuyi didn't ask how many shells Mo Wuji had left. Even if he only had one, this kind of cannon was something everyone would be wary of.

"Fellow Daoist Nong, I believe you can't go back to Duan Men either. So, I hope you can tell me, why did Wan'er want to try so hard to live after knowing that I was a reborn person?" Mo Wuji didn't care about Nong Shuyi's words. With the Yan Family blasted into a wasteland, it would be strange if they weren't finished.

Nong Shuyi suddenly raised her hand and released a ball of flame, destroying the Duan Men cultivator that Mo Wuji had killed with his Thunder Sword earlier. Then, she said to Mo Wuji, "This isn't the place to talk. Come with me first."

After saying that, Nong Shuyi summoned a flying ship. If she had previously doubted whether Mo Wuji could oppose Duan Men, she had no doubts now. If Mo Wuji had this kind of cannon, even if Duan Men was strong, as long as he knew their location, he could wipe them out.

For Mo Wuji, Nong Shuyi's help in destroying Duan Men wasn't significant. Because Nong Shuyi's status was low, and she didn't know the true location of Duan Men's headquarters. The only thing Nong Shuyi could help him with was why the Poison Immortal wanted to live so desperately after learning that he was a reborn person.

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Nong Shuyi's flying ship was slightly better than Mo Wuji's, but the place she was heading surprised Mo Wuji somewhat. Because the further she went, the scarcer the surrounding spiritual energy became.

The cultivation rules of True Star Continent were more complete than those of the Lost Continent, but that didn't mean that the spiritual energy resources were better everywhere here. On True Star Continent, there were also ordinary mortal worlds.

After flying for several days, Nong Shuyi finally stopped the flying ship. Mo Wuji's spiritual will swept out, and he discovered that less than a thousand meters away was a vast mortal marketplace. Around the marketplace were some villages and towns, which were connected to the marketplace, forming a complete area.

By the time Mo Wuji put away his flying ship and approached, Nong Shuyi had already disguised herself as a vulgar woman with a slightly attractive face and thick layers of makeup.

A woman who originally went without makeup suddenly caked herself in such thick powder, causing Mo Wuji to feel a strong sense of discomfort.

Nong Shuyi saw the confusion in Mo Wuji's eyes and gave a self-deprecating smile, "This is my and Wan'er's paradise. Whenever we don't have missions, we stay here to enjoy the quiet life."

Mo Wuji shook his head inwardly. Although he didn't speak, this place was bustling with noise, looking like a low-grade vegetable market, with all kinds of people. It was clearly impossible to have a quiet life here.

Seeming to understand Mo Wuji's thoughts, Nong Shuyi said to herself, "Compared to the days in Duan Men, Wan'er and I prefer it here. The only thing we don't like is having to apply such a thick layer of powder every time we come back."

Mo Wuji finally understood why the Poison Immortal and this Nong Shuyi went without makeup. It turned out that they were already tired of makeup, especially such low-grade, heavy makeup that wasn't much better than a ghost's.

Following Mo Wuji into the marketplace, the clamorous noise seemed to bring Mo Wuji back to the scene of walking around Raozhou Street with Yan'er.

After turning several corners in the marketplace, Mo Wuji followed Nong Shuyi to a place filled with women.

As soon as Mo Wuji arrived here, he understood what Nong Shuyi meant by a quiet place. It turned out to be a red-light district. The women here were scantily clad, wearing cheap perfume, and their faces were covered in thick powder.

Every man who came in was swarmed by women trying to pull them in.

"Juan Juan, why did you bring a man back today? Where's your sister?" As soon as Nong Shuyi entered this street, there were greetings from all around, showing that she knew many people here.

Nong Shuyi greeted them one by one, smiling, without any resistance.

Mo Wuji sighed inwardly. Nong Shuyi was a Human Immortal expert, an Immortal King. Even the most powerful emperor in the mortal world would have to kneel before her and pay respects. Now she was chatting and laughing with these women of the night, even considering herself one of them. It was simply unimaginable to anyone.

"Do you look down on the women here?" Nong Shuyi suddenly asked.

Mo Wuji shook his head. If there was one person on True Star who didn't care about the difference between cultivators and mortals, it was definitely him.

He originally came from Earth, a mortal. Even though he was now at the tenth level of True God Realm, he still didn't have spiritual roots and couldn't open his spiritual channels. The reason he could cultivate was because he had pioneered the meridian cultivation method.

"They're actually very pitiful. The smiles you see on their faces as they pull in men are all hiding tears. Few of the sisters here live for long. Wan'er and I usually have to move every ten years or so..." Nong Shuyi said, but then stopped, as if something had touched her heart.

She led Mo Wuji into one of the small, dark alleys, to the last house. The door opened to reveal a dark and damp room, with only two beds, a table, and two chairs.

Nong Shuyi walked behind one of the chairs, stroking it for a long time before turning to Mo Wuji and saying, "This is Wan'er's chair. I haven't seen her for many years..."

Mo Wuji didn't know how to comfort Nong Shuyi and could only remain silent.

After a few minutes, Nong Shuyi finally released her hand, looked at Mo Wuji, and said, "Wan'er is a reborn person..."

Even though he had guessed that the Poison Immortal was like him, Mo Wuji was still shocked, "How did you know?"

"She was born with memories of her previous life. If it wasn't for Duan Men, I might not have cultivated. We would have lived a more peaceful and happy life..."

Nong Shuyi seemed to be explaining to Mo Wuji, but also talking to herself, her tone filled with reminiscence, "Until one day, a man named Zhu Qu found our home. He took my sister and me away. After we left, my parents died inexplicably."

"Is that Zhu Qu the master of Duan Men?" Mo Wuji interjected.

Nong Shuyi nodded, "Yes, he is the master of Duan Men. He cultivates a technique called Soul Refining Art. This Soul Refining is extremely terrifying. As far as I know, no one on True Star has a more powerful primordial spirit and soul than him. He can challenge opponents above his level. When he was at the fourth level of Human Immortal, I heard that he killed a Earth Immortal level one expert."

Mo Wuji was shocked. He created the meridian cultivation method, and now, with one hundred and six meridians opened, he could easily kill ordinary Human Immortal cultivators. But Earth Immortals and Human Immortals were different. Maybe he could kill Earth Immortals at the fourth level of Human Immortal, but that was just a maybe.

"In the process of cultivating the Soul Refining Art, one must constantly devour primordial spirits and souls. But the contradiction of this technique is that to make the Soul Refining Art more powerful and advance faster, one must have the purest souls and primordial spirits. The purest way is to only devour one person's soul and primordial spirit for cultivation."

Nong Shuyi said here, her eyes somewhat red, "In addition, to transform the Soul Refining Art into the Soul God Art, one must have the souls and primordial spirits of a reborn person... Zhu Qu has a kind of ability to detect the souls and primordial spirits of reborn persons. Reborn persons not only have more powerful souls and primordial spirits than ordinary people, but also meet the needs of Zhu Qu's Soul Refining Art..."

"So Zhu Qu devours Wan'er's soul and primordial spirit for cultivation, and then constantly uses natural treasures to repair her soul, so that he can cultivate again?" Mo Wuji already understood somewhat.

Nong Shuyi's tears couldn't help but fall, "It's true that he uses Wan'er's soul and primordial spirit for cultivation, but every spiritual herb provided to repair her soul requires Wan'er to contribute to Duan Men to exchange for it. He told Wan'er that as long as he succeeded in cultivation, he would give Wan'er and me freedom. Because of this bit of hope, Wan'er frantically did things for Duan Men.

Wan'er's aptitude is much better than mine, but every time she cultivates to the point of advancing, Zhu Qu will devour part of her primordial spirit and soul, so she has to continue to work hard. Over the years, her strength has become far inferior to mine... It can be said that since entering Duan Men, Wan'er has lived a very bitter life. She really wished she were dead, so death might be a better relief for her..."

Mo Wuji was silent. Thinking of the Poison Immortal's shyness, like a girl next door, he thought it was all a pretense. At least, in her heart, there was a desire to live, so she frantically helped Duan Men do things. If anyone else had been subjected to such inhuman torture, they would probably have given up long ago.

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