Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 4 Who threw my sister-in-law to the ground?

The weaver lowered her eyes, her lips twitching unconsciously, her expression somewhat unnatural.

"It may have gotten on you when we passed through the countryside last night. When we heard about your accident, we went out to look for you. We were so anxious that we didn't care about such things."

Her eyes flickered, subtly shifting the topic to Li Sui: "How did the incident happen to the cult leader back then?"

Hearing this, Li Sui's attention was indeed diverted: "I'm puzzled too. I don't even know how my identity was exposed. I was captured by those righteous sects. I explained to them that we have now retired from the criminal world and become good people, but they didn't believe me! In the struggle, I fell off a cliff!"

Li Sui was still a little upset about the matter: "I was worried about you guys. Now that you're here, who's in charge of the sect now?"

“Those prestigious sects…” Zhi Niang’s eyes suddenly twitched violently for a moment, seemingly showing extreme hatred. However, Li Sui was still watching, and Zhi Niang forced herself to regain her composure.

Fortunately, the leader was kind-hearted, but rather careless and lacked the sensitivity to analyze the subtle changes in the weaver's expression.

Weaver Girl quickly put on a smile: "Master, it's alright. Everything is fine in the sect. It's already on the right track as you requested. Even if we protectors leave, the people below can still manage things. With the outside world in such chaos, they won't run away."

Li Sui felt much relieved: "That's good."

She earnestly instructed the weaver, "Weaver, we need to get you an identity. The name 'Weaver' is too casual. When you register your household, you can take my surname, Li."

The weaver's eyes shone brightly: "Is registering my household registration the same as registering my information? Will I take your surname, Master? Okay."

How great.

She has no surname.

Even the name "Weaver Girl" was chosen casually by her.

Outsiders call her a demoness, but only the members of the Demonic Sect and the rescued civilians call her the Weaver Girl.

Those who respect her more will call her Weaver Girl.

It's not an official name after all.

Li Sui was still pondering. She couldn't place her hopes on Li Ping; what if she was just bragging again?
The Weaver Girl, an outsider whose identity is not even recorded in the database, will be the focus of investigation at any moment. She must find a safe reason.

"From now on, your name will be Li Zhi, and I will still call you Weaver Girl. You must remember, you are not allowed to use your internal energy—just be careful not to expose yourself when you do, and don't call me Master anymore, and don't refer to yourself as 'this humble servant.' These things are not common in our society, and you might get investigated by the authorities. In short, don't cause trouble. I'll download some data on dynastic changes for you on a tablet later, and you can take your time to look at it."

The sheer volume of knowledge in modern society is enough to keep a weaver busy for ages.

No matter how smart she is, she can't break through the limitations of the times. Li Sui is just an ordinary person, so of course she can only use the internet, a convenient method, to help the weaver get used to modern society as soon as possible.

Li Sui found a tablet, searched for websites, and let Zhi Niang sit on the sofa and watch it while holding the tablet.

She went into the bathroom to wash her face and clear her head.

Looking up, I saw Li Sui's beautiful and vividly remembered face in the mirror.

Li Ping was beautiful when she was young, and Li Sui was also quite good-looking.

She has flat eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a delicate and small nose, and lips that appear rosier than the average person even without lipstick.

She has a typical Eastern-style beautiful face.

The currently unpopular bob hairstyle doesn't suit her very well.

But Li Sui likes it because it's convenient.

It was with this hairstyle that she traveled to ancient times and was amazed by the leader of the Demonic Cult. The leader thought she was rebellious and did not conform to the mainstream of the era, but conformed to the doctrine of the Demonic Cult. When she was seriously injured and on the verge of death, she handed the Demonic Cult over to Li Sui.

Li Sui at that time: ?

The old cult leader had originally intended to pass on his skills to Li Sui, but upon discovering that Li Sui possessed no internal energy whatsoever, he had to abandon the idea. Surprisingly, all the top experts of the former demonic cult reluctantly accepted her as their leader, despite her lack of internal energy.

Perhaps the previous leader was known as the world's number one expert, and his power was so great that even his dying wish was not to be disobeyed.
Unexpectedly, a few years later, Li Sui returned, and now the Right Protector of the Demonic Sect, Weaver Girl, has also arrived...

Li Sui was a little worried. People who practiced internal energy cultivation had one thing in common: they ate a lot.

Not every cultivator can abstain from grains. Putting aside the fact that internal energy and cultivation are unrelated, the release of internal energy is indeed related to physical fitness.

In that era, many people would choose to supplement their diet when they were struggling to improve their internal strength. If you don't eat enough, you won't have the strength to fight and you won't be able to release your internal strength. You'll be exhausted in a few moves.

But that era was too chaotic; ordinary people couldn't get enough to eat, and even many experts couldn't get enough to eat.

We may have gold and silver treasures, but in times of war, where can you buy food if you only have money?
Li Sui shook his head, trying to shake off the memories of the past, as he still had to cook lunch for the Weaver Girl.

Li Ping bought groceries, but considering Zhi Niang's appetite, Li Sui decided to order takeout for the first meal.

Let her experience the conveniences of the 21st century.

Just then, a loud "smack" came from the rooftop, followed by a woman's wailing and a man's cursing.

It's normal for older residential areas to have poor sound insulation.

The people upstairs argue every few days, but today it's particularly intense, so Li Sui plans to go up and try to mediate.

The rooftop is where the eldest brother's family of three, who married the rice cooker, makes four.

When Li Sui came out, Zhi Niang looked up. She was immersed in the rapid development of the new era, her face full of amazement. Li Sui patted her shoulder and said, "You sit here. I'll go upstairs and see what's going on upstairs."

I just wanted to watch the fun.

The Weaver Girl nodded obediently, but upon hearing that it was an argument, she said softly, "Teacher—if you encounter any danger, just call me."

Li Sui: "...Don't worry, we won't fight if we argue."

Li Sui went upstairs and knocked on the door.

The wailing from inside the door grew louder, and she heard it was her older brother's mother crying and cursing, "You wicked woman, you wicked woman!"

Ever since my older brother married Rice Cooker, this house has never had a moment of peace.

Li Sui knocked on the door, and it was her eldest brother who opened it.

This neighbor is 33 years old. He is quite handsome, dressed normally, wears glasses, and has a literary air about him. He also has a freelance job with a monthly salary of no less than 20,000 yuan.

Honestly, with these qualities and looks, finding a good marriage shouldn't be difficult if she doesn't cause trouble.

It's hard to believe that this is the same person who married a rice cooker and is now suspected of having a mental illness by those around him and even his family.

When the neighbor, Wu Yang, saw that it was Li Sui, he calmly adjusted his glasses with his middle finger and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Wu's father with a sullen face and Wu's mother with tears streaming down her face, turning her head away from Wu Yang, Li Sui asked softly, "What's wrong?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw a rice cooker-shaped corpse on the ground.

It couldn't be called a corpse, it was just a broken handle. The rice cooker was bright white and shiny, like it was brand new, but Li Sui recognized it.

She was horrified.

"What happened to my sister-in-law?! Who threw her to the ground?!"

(End of this chapter)