After Cultivating Demonic Arts for 100,000 Years, Dilraba Wants Me to Torment Only Her

"I've cultivated demonic arts for a hundred thousand years, and you want me to torment only you? Have you asked your friends if they're okay with that?"

"You don't care? Can you even take care of me? Do you know how many women I've been with and killed?"

"One hundred and eight thousand, six hundred and fifty-one."

"You think I'm making that up?"

"Why do you remember the number so exactly?"

"Can't be helped. My foundations are weak, so I had to cultivate a Golden Core by dual cultivation and absorbing yin to replenish yang."

"You don't mind? You still want to dual cultivate with me?"

"Young lady, do you know what 'demonic' means in demonic cultivation? It's being utterly wicked and committing every evil imaginable. When I kill, I don't just kill them. I use my arts to drain every last drop of flesh and blood to increase my cultivation, then seal my enemies' souls in a Soul-Refining Banner. After making them suffer, I offer their souls to an evil god."

"Can you stop being so impossible to reason with? We only dual cultivated once. Do you really have to get addicted to it?"

"Get your damn hands off my pants!!!"

"We're in public!!!"

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