If You Are Asked to Cultivate Immortality, You Will Cultivate Your Inner Demons and Refine Your Natal Inner Weapons?

My name is Lu Yuan, a big devil in the eyes of the world, decisive in killing, cold-blooded and ruthless. But no one knows that I have the purest heart in the world. When people in the Immortal Sect think I am "waste": I silently introduced the turbid energy into my body and condensed the "Innate Heart Soldier" that made even their masters change their expressions upon hearing it. When the righteous monks surrounded me and scolded me for "killing innocent people indiscriminately": I killed their leader with my backhand and devoured his spirit. Everyone (filled with indignation): "Look! The devil is doing evil again!" (Inner OS: Laughing to death, this old guy just sacrificed his blood to a town to refine magic weapons. Are you blind?) When the fairy saint Su Qingxue stabbed her with a sword and wanted to "do justice for heaven": Instead of hiding, I helped her cut off the "Taoist shackles" that bound her soul. All I can say is that they call themselves immortals and call me a devil, but they don't know that I am the only purifier in this troubled world.