Evil Twins

When I, Chen Que, knelt and sat on the scorched earth of Qingwu Mountain, I still held in my arms the remaining pages of "Nine Chapters of Qingwu" that the elder of the tribe had stuffed into me before he died. They said that we were pedantic and upright and refused to cooperate with Netherworld Sea to suppress the Jiuyao Alliance, so the righteous butcher's knife fell faster than the evil cultivator - three hundred mouthfuls of blood, soaked in the "preserving the principles of nature and destroying human desires" that I learned in the past sixteen years. Later, I swallowed the poison-quenching pill that the demon cultivator gave me, thinking I was going to become a demon, but when it came back, I bit the tip of my tongue and refined the demonic nature into my meridians. On the day of the seventh level of Qi training, I held half of the Qingwu Sword and forcefully received the "Haoran Slash" from the old guy with the golden elixir. When the blood spattered on the spot, I laughed and shouted: "Is this the 'natural principle' of the right way?" They called me a remnant of evil cultivators, but Netherworld Sea wanted to respect me as a descendant of the demonic lineage. But I insist on taking the path - evil bones carry righteousness, and a righteous heart tolerates evil. When the day comes when the Jiuyao League's "Righteous Path Monument" and the Netherworld Sea's "Magic Pattern Flag" are burned, I will let the world see: Good and evil are never carved on stones by anyone, but come out of blood.