“Oh my, actually encountering a Double-Headed Asura.” Cui Yufu on the competition stage said gleefully: “This lad’s luck isn’t very good.”

Double-Headed Asura was one of the most troublesome types among demon cultivators. As the name suggested, this demon cultivator had two faces, front and back—one beautiful face and one evil ghost face. When encountering humans, this demon cultivator would hide the ghost face and use beauty to seduce, then take advantage of their unpreparedness to swallow them in one bite. The remaining beautiful skin would then be used as the next “face” to lure others.

During the great war between humans and demons twenty years ago, the demon race wreaked havoc in the human realm, and many people died at the hands of Double-Headed Asuras. In the entire Xumi Jiezi Map, there was only one such Double-Headed Asura, and it had been encountered by this young disciple. It seemed this disciple’s assessment would soon end here.

In the jungle, Zanxing stood in place—she couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

The scene before her was too stimulating. For Zanxing, who was afraid of ghosts, it was like watching a holographic horror film.

Only the male disciple carrying the “young woman” remained completely unaware, even shyly praising: “Xiao Shuang? Your name sounds nice.”

“Really?” The part above the Double-Headed Asura’s neck had completely rotated around. Now the beautiful face was in the back while the evil ghost face was in front. She laughed eerily: “Then which of my faces do you like?”

When the young disciple looked up, he was met with a green-faced, fang-bearing visage. With the sky darkening and carrying such a thing on his back, the impact was too great. A miserable wail immediately echoed through the forest. He didn’t even have time to pull out his departure talisman and crush it before the evil ghost face bit down on his neck. Like a chicken caught by a weasel’s neck, after some struggling, he was forced to leave the venue.

The figure in gauze robes looked somewhat regretfully at the cultivator who disappeared in green smoke, then stood up again. Though she knew it was fake, in the heavy dusk with such a thing standing up in the jungle, it still looked particularly sinister.

The Double-Headed Asura outlined by yuanli, though not as terrifying as the real thing, was still equivalent to a late Yuan Ying stage cultivator—not easy to fight. Zanxing hadn’t yet figured out how to retreat when she saw the turned figure had somehow already raised its head, parting black hair to reveal a handsome male face—like a rigid, perfectly carved mask—looking at Zanxing and slightly curling its lips in a weird, disgusting smile.

Zanxing’s heart skipped a beat. She had forgotten that this thing also had a face on the back of its head that would change according to its target.

But having just witnessed such a bloody scene, even though it had now switched to a gorgeous male face, Zanxing felt no emotions stirring in her heart—if anything, she was a bit scared.

This fellow’s gray gauze robe had probably been stripped from some unlucky disciple.

Now that the Double-Headed Asura had noticed her, there was no escaping. It even showed Zanxing a gentle smile, took two steps forward, and said: “Miss, I…”

Zanxing drew her iron staff from her waist with a “swish.” She said: “Don’t talk—let’s just fight directly.”

Instantly, layers of flower cascades bloomed from the staff tip.

Outside the Clear Heart Mirror, Li Danshu and the others had unconsciously gathered around. Yang Zanxing was, after all, the person who had obtained the “Qing E Nian Hua Gun.” In this inner sect assessment to select a direct disciple for Xuan Lingzi, Zanxing was also under consideration. The earlier Torch Eye Talisman had already exceeded expectations, but everyone truly hadn’t expected her to encounter the Double-Headed Asura so early.

Encountering high-level demon cultivators too early also meant leaving the examination venue too early, preventing rankings from rising, very disadvantageous for the candidate.

“The Double-Headed Asura has cultivation equivalent to the late Yuan Ying stage.” Yueqin frowned: “Yang Zanxing is currently only mid-stage Foundation Establishment—her cultivation is no match.”

“Not necessarily,” Li Danshu laughed: “Didn’t she also defeat Duan Xiangrao above her level in the previous sect assessment?”

“Cultivators and demon cultivators are different.” Zhao Mayi pondered for a while before speaking: “Demon cultivators are typically cruel in their methods, and her technique… doesn’t seem to have reached the second level yet?”

Gu Baiying frowned, his gaze closely following the figure in the Clear Heart Mirror.

“If fighting head-on, naturally, she can’t win.” Yueguang Daoren shook his head: “But I always feel she might have some other surprises.”

In the dense forest, Zanxing’s iron staff was grabbed by this demon cultivator, and he couldn’t advance further.

The Double-Headed Asura was more vicious than all the demon beasts she had fought before, and also very cunning. Low-level demon cultivators had no consciousness, like demon beasts that had just cultivated to gain sentience, attacking purely on feeding instincts. Mid-level demon cultivators already possessed intelligence, making them harder to deal with. The Double-Headed Asura was high-level—it could think, set traps, and, similarly, during combat, would avoid injury to itself while choosing more vicious methods.

The ripples of Jing Hua Shui Yue had just begun to spread in the air when a bluish-black claw viciously tore them apart. The Double-Headed Asura brutally tore through the flower cascade before it, sharp claws reaching straight for Zanxing’s chest.

“Crash—”

The outer gauze robe at her chest was torn apart. Zanxing retreated two steps, feeling a cool sensation on her front.

Too fast—this demon cultivator’s speed was too fast. She was no match at all. Jing Hua Shui Yue was effective against people, but seemed somewhat weak against demon cultivators who had no “weaknesses.”

Zanxing was in a frantic state. The Xiaoyuan Pearl at her heart still hadn’t moved. She gritted her teeth and was about to charge forward with her staff again when she suddenly noticed the Double-Headed Asura picking up a flower from the ground.

Its movements were very quick, almost imperceptible. That flower looked very intact, blooming exceptionally beautifully. It hid the flower at its heart, and Zanxing suddenly had a thought, remembering an old matter.

In the past few months, to frantically catch up on knowledge of this world, Zanxing had read many miscellaneous books in the library. Thanks to her habit of reading random web novels when she had nothing to do before, her reading speed was good, and she loved reading all sorts of nutritionless gossip. The biggest event in the cultivation world in the past hundred years was probably the great human-demon war twenty years ago.

So Zanxing had read “Remember History: Commemorating the 20th Anniversary of Victory in the Human-Demon War.” Though this book’s cover looked quite serious, the content read like a supernatural novel. It detailed various distinctive demon cultivators during that great war—their origins, physical characteristics, weaknesses, and even included illustrations.

The Double-Headed Asura was also recorded in it.

Legend had it that many years ago, there was a cultivator with quite high cultivation, good qualifications, a handsome appearance, and an outstanding family background. One could say he was a life winner at a young age.

However, this cultivator had one strange habit—he liked wearing women’s clothing and secretly dressing as a woman. At first, no one knew, but later, someone saw him once. People’s gazes toward him immediately changed dramatically, so this life winner immediately tasted the bitterness of the world.