"Demon Martial Artist?"
Su Mu's heart stirred at the words. The red‑clothed woman before him really did resemble a Humanoid Demon Beast; her aura, her Qi Blood, even parts of her body carried the traits of a Demon Beast.
On his journey of thousands of li to Donglai County, Su Mu had once, by chance, heard similar rumors in a small county: it was said there were vicious Cultivators like Demon Fiends who fed on human hearts.
Su Mu had not treated such talk as mere ghostly tales. Wang Xuantian was a living example; moreover, after he wiped out the Black Mountain Army, the people of the Three Counties scrambled to escort Wang Xuantian's corpse back to the Ancient Qingzhou, which was proof enough that such existences were exceedingly rare, and their bodies might well conceal some unknown, secret truth.
Back then, when Li Zhihe informed him, he had been extremely tight‑lipped, brushing past it with a single sentence, unwilling to speak in detail.
