My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Princess Huiyu, a unique figure in this land.

Since childhood, she has had a penchant for distributing porridge, aiding the people of this land, pure and kind, completely different from others.

This trait alone is enough to give their King of Grey Light a headache.

It must be known, Huiyu's aunt is the Gray Light Goddess, who, although defeated, was still a seventh-rank deity, ruling a world on the borderlands.

Originally, they discovered Huiyu had great talent and wanted to cultivate her into another Gray Light Goddess. With her aunt's assistance, there was a possibility of success, entering the ancestors' vision, but who would have thought she would be someone so eccentric in character.

In this world, where is there compassion?

As a deity, it's fated to rule all beings, cold and ruthless, aiding the utmost development of one's civilization; that is the greatest compassion from a deity, and that is being a wise sovereign.

A wise sovereign for one civilization is inevitably a tyrant for others.

"Princess…" The guard beside her hesitated a bit.

"No need to say more." Huiyu said, having heard of this mystic, her mind couldn't be contained, and she was determined to be accepted as a disciple.

After a while, Fu Qingjun put down the work in his hand and looked at the opposite, "You want to become an apprentice? I've heard of this country's princess, isn't it your duty to cultivate the art of battle and slaughter?"

"No, I want to learn the art of aiding all beings." Huiyu said firmly.

"Studying medicine cures only the commoners, not all beings. Learning the great state's way is your true path, the righteous path to save all beings." Fu Qingjun waved his hand to shoo them away, "We're closing up."

Huiyu was pushed out.

The female guard beside her said, "This physician is reasonable, Princess, you have to pave the way for our civilization, with the Gray Light Goddess ahead, we will surely grow stronger…"

"No, I just want to learn from the gentleman!"

Princess Huiyu looked at the medical clinic, full of excitement.

She had read many stories of minstrels by the street, surely this is where a mysterious figure of the martial world is hiding!

Middle-Rank God?

Upper-Rank God?

At the very least, a Lower God of the Celestial Realm, traveling here?

She wasn't truly a fool; without courage, how could the other party dare to refuse her, a princess of a country, coldly?

The more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, she firmly waited outside the door, shouting, "Sir, if you don't accept me as a disciple, I won't leave."

Fu Qingjun ignored her.

Purposely posing as a sage was naturally to fish, but not for a naive fool, but for an ambitious person, in order to stir the wind and rain.

And to such a person, Fu Qingjun had some qualms about harming her through experiments.

But she trained quietly for three days, standing outside the clinic, watching the endless stream of patients, without saying a word, just standing silently.

Fu Qingjun also ignored her, continuing his daily life, waiting for her to retreat in the face of difficulties.

Who knew that after a few days of restless and bitter waiting, Princess Huiyu showed signs of boredom and regret, as if she could not persevere, and yet a few days later, she suddenly began observing the interior of the clinic with interest.

She remarkably never got tired for half a month, always watching with piercing eyes.

Until one day, Huiyu suddenly stopped a patient, "Can I buy your medicine?"

The patient didn't dare to speak up, only handing the medicine to the princess.

The princess directly set up a large tent, opening the medicine pot, cultivating the microbes within, then set up a stall and also began receiving patients,

"This princess offers free treatment and aid."

She put up a banner just opposite the clinic.

Fu Qingjun was stunned, this steadfast young lady was indeed interesting, managing to learn some skills just by watching from the doorway, even starting to treat and aid on the opposite side.

That night when the clinic closed, Fu Qingjun waved, "Come over here."

Princess Huiyu's eyes widened, showing a look of extreme delight.

"You all wait outside." She hurriedly entered the house.

Fu Qingjun gestured for her to sit beside him, "What exactly do you want to learn from me?"

"I want to learn the healing art to save." Princess Huiyu said firmly.

"The healing art cannot save all beings." Fu Qingjun shook his head, "This is not what you need to learn, it still cannot save all beings."

"But..."

Fu Qingjun pondered for a moment, looking at her, "To tell you the truth, my lineage is actually the demon path, the path of slaughtering beings, just hiding here with a clinic."

"You are a great villain? I don't believe it!"

Princess Huiyu said directly, "I've seen many exceedingly evil people in prison, completely different from you."

Fu Qingjun hesitated a moment, "Do you truly want to learn? My lineage saves beings in the act of killing them; if you want to learn, I can teach you, saving through slaughter."

"I want to listen." Huiyu replied. Fu Qingjun said, "My path is a derivative of the immortal path, a demon path. The orthodox immortal path cultivates the Golden Core and Nascent Soul; we cultivate the Demon Core and Demon Infant, we are Demon Cultivators."

"What is the Immortal Path? Nascent Soul?" Huiyu had never heard of this system.

"See for yourself." Fu Qingjun was also too lazy to explain, directly taking out the improved system of the new era immortal path deduced by Bailong from recent practice, "Observe my body."

Boom!

Princess Huiyu stared in astonishment at the scene before her.

She clearly saw, the man's figure before her writhing like an ocean, he was formed of countless bacteria cells, a super-large composite life.

Every cell throughout his body was conversing with each other:

"How was your practice today?"

"It was alright."

"The Kingdom of Internal Organs is at war again, we are riding the long river of blood to the front line to battle, maybe we can get a Centurion position."

The voices of countless beings, vast as a flood, turned into the great murmurings of the Evil God.

"You, you're not a human? Your body is made of countless super tiny microbial lives!" Huiyu exclaimed, trembling as she stepped back, "Are you a fungal creature? A composite life formed by aggregation?"

"I was originally human."

Fu Qingjun answered calmly, "It's an infection of the celestial cells."

"Celestial cells?"

"Yes, cancer cells transformed into new intruding cells, constantly expanding within the body, ultimately multiplying, replacing normal cells within, each one is a bacterium capable of dialogue, with self-awareness... In a way, I am indeed a mass of aggregated microbial life."

Crash! After speaking, Fu Qingjun instantly collapsed like countless grains of sand.

Swish.

He reformed from the clay, "Did you see it? The Immortal Path is an undying and eternal viral body, and at the core of the Immortal Path is a Nascent Soul, where our consciousness resides."

"The Nascent Soul in the abdomen absorbs the billions of beings' life force from all directions, extracts their vital energy to enhance itself, becoming stronger."

Huiyu listened, her pupils slightly enlarging.

This system is extremely terrifying...

One's entire self is a walking human-shaped nation of billions of beings!

And these billions keep cultivating themselves, their power is provided to the central Nascent Soul, equivalent to the Celestial Dao for countless beings!

Huiyu exclaimed, "The continuous birth, cultivation, and death of billions, with their power converging onto the central Nascent Soul repeatedly, is simply unimaginably powerful!"