"No wonder the Daqian Dynasty is always screaming for the Holy Sect's blood."
The Sect orders its Demon Cultivators to ransack homes and exterminate clans at the drop of a hat. How could people not despise them to the core?
Qin Xuan, however, felt no resistance to the idea.
'Damn it, I *am* a Demon Cultivator.'
'If you piss me off, am I not supposed to wipe out your clan, grind your bones to dust, and scatter your ashes? What, should I let you live happily ever after, free and unfettered?'
"There's no point in worrying about the karmic entanglement between the Divine Blood Refining True Demon Monarch and the Ten Thousand Forms of Parting Sorrow Demon Monarch right now. It won't manifest until the Purple Mansion realm at the earliest."
"For now, I'll just enjoy the free benefits."
Having figured this out, Qin Xuan's mood improved considerably.
'Fucking hell, in this damned Demon Sect, it's not even certain I'll live long enough to open a Purple Mansion.'
