Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1.... !!top!! -

A buried root caught her ankle. She tumbled into a shallow ravine filled with bones—human, beast, and things that might have been both. The Soul Screw Press loomed at the rim, its screw descending.

This was the , a Grade-3 alchemical construct. And it was hunting. Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1....

The hollow space behind her heart became a core—not a golden core, not a nascent soul, but a . From now on, Xia Qingzi would not cultivate. She would not meditate. She would not study ancient texts or learn elegant sword forms. A buried root caught her ankle

She looked toward the Sect’s inner mountain, where the Alchemy Hall gleamed like a blood-soaked pearl. This was the , a Grade-3 alchemical construct

The moon hung low and fat, the color of a blood orange. From the direction of the Sect’s inner mountain came a rhythmic, wet thump-thump-thump —like a giant’s heart being pounded in a mortar. Qingzi crouched behind a broken cauldron, her stomach clenching.