After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 77 What a rude thing you've done!

A cold, eerie voice echoed through the room.

The coffin in front of her opened slowly, as if it were equipped with a mechanism. Bai Lu saw a woman dressed in an ancient red nightgown lying in the coffin, with a jade pillow under her head. The moment the coffin was fully opened, a pair of bewitching red eyes slowly opened, with a strange smile on her lips.

"what--"

Just as the woman in red was about to sit up, Bai Lu strode forward and suddenly a dagger was thrust into her chest, causing her to scream in pain.

Huang Dan and the others who had just gathered around blinked—

Wouldn't that be an unfair victory?
"What, are we going to wait until she finishes spouting her nonsense before we make a move?"

Bai Lu understood their eyes. Didn't they know the saying that villains die from talking too much? They waited for the woman in red to make a move before they retaliated.

The mosquitoes have all been trained!

Strangely enough, she seems to have a knack for being entangled with red-clad female ghosts, coffins, and zombies.

How come you can bump into someone anywhere? They're everywhere!

She raised an eyebrow, gripped the dagger handle, twisted it twice, and pulled it out sharply. The white blade went in and came out cleanly, leaving only a deep hole without any trace of blood.

The woman in red shuddered, jerked her hips up, and then fell heavily back down. Her already deathly pale face now glared angrily at Bai Lu: "How dare you!"

The egret didn't speak, but silently took a step back—whether it dared or not, it had already been stabbed.

Her dagger could injure both the soul and the body. Its main purpose was to catch the woman in red off guard. Otherwise, in a one-on-one fight, Bai Lu would be no match for her.

This is no ordinary creature! Bai Lu had a guess in her mind, but she was reluctant to believe it.

"You wicked woman, how dare you hurt my master!"

The wedding dress roared as it charged forward, its movements so powerful it looked as if a person were running.

Bai Lu knew perfectly well that she was in a precarious state, so she immediately took another step back and shouted to Huang Dan and the others, "Don't just stand there, go for it! Are you going to wait until she puts her clothes back on and runs away before you chase after her?"

Yan Sen snapped out of his daze and made the first move, but was stopped by the woman in the wedding dress beside him who reached out with her sleeve and defeated him in one move.

After forcing them back, he lunged into the coffin, covering the woman in red with his entire wedding dress.

Without her making any move, the wedding dress was instantly put on, and the woman flew up from the coffin. Her face had regained some color, as if she had been replenished by the wedding dress.

"I've been a demon for so many years, and I've never suffered such a huge loss!"

Bai Lu was completely dumbfounded. Although she had a vague suspicion, when it was confirmed, she still wanted to curse—Damn it!

"Ba?!" Yan Sen suddenly had a sword in his hand. He swallowed hard. "Is this the Ba I'm thinking of?"

The egret took another step back before saying, "Yes, that's right, the 'ba' in 'drought demon'!"

Mao Zong - Wandering Corpse - Drought Demon!
Each one is higher in rank than the last, and each one is more difficult to deal with than the last!
She almost died killing a wandering corpse, so facing the drought demon... these little Qi cultivators were practically just there to deliver blood bags!

Huang Dan's expression turned solemn: "No wonder she looks like a living person. I thought she was a vengeful ghost that could materialize!"

It would be better if it were a vengeful ghost!

Drought demons are much harder to deal with than vengeful ghosts!

Although they had never seen one, they had read the records: when a drought demon appears, the land turns barren for thousands of miles!

That's comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator, while they're just a bunch of trash!

It’s over.

Whether you run or not, you can't escape.

"What should we do?" Huang Dan asked Bai Lu.

She felt that if she could deal with the wandering corpses, she might also be able to deal with the drought demon!
It would be a miracle if the egret had a solution!
I have never seen a demon of this level in my three lifetimes.

But she didn't respond to Huang Dan. She stared blankly at the drought demon's jade pillow, a voice in her head repeatedly saying, "Pick it up, pick it up—"

By the time Bailu realized what was happening, the jade pillow was already in her hand. Hanba's expression changed: "You have no manners! You dare to take something that belongs to someone else!"

As it spoke, its red fingernails suddenly grew longer and sharper, curling into claws as it reached out to grab the egret!

The egret naturally dared not confront her head-on, and used its movement techniques to dodge. However, the difference in strength was too great, and in just a few moves, the jade pillow was caught by the drought demon.

The egret refused to let go, and the jade pillow was thrown onto a shelf by the woman in red. Her hand was pricked by something, and a little blood seeped out, which just happened to get on the jade pillow. The jade pillow flashed white light, just like being blinded by the headlights of an oncoming car at night.

"what!!!"

The drought demon suddenly went berserk: "This is my thing! You actually claimed it as your master! You deserve to die!!!"

Why does she need so much flesh and blood? Firstly, to maintain her appearance, and secondly, to activate her physical body, so that this body can have blood flowing like a living person, so that he can recognize it as his master!
But all of this was ruined by that damned woman!
The woman in red was furious and wanted to cut Bai Lu into a thousand pieces. Huang Dan and Yan Sen immediately stepped forward to help, and the others also joined in, hoping to kill the master with a flurry of punches.

After the white light disappeared, the jade pillow also disappeared, leaving only a jade pendant in the white egret's hand. Most incredibly, this jade pendant even had the mark of their Bu Liu Xing Sect!

The egret thought to itself: What do you mean, "your stuff"?
This is clearly something from our non-Buddhist school!
Could it be that you were a disciple of our Bu Liu Xing sect when you were alive?
Hmph, with so many sins incurred, if the sect leader and Uncle-Master Gu Xing find out, they will definitely come to clean up our mess!

Bailu held the jade pendant in her hand, and a new image of the pendant appeared in her mind. She could feel the connection between herself and it, and she also knew how to use it!

So, after Yan Sen, Huang Dan, and the others were once again sent flying and coughing up blood, Bai Lu went straight to meet them.

The moment she touched the woman in red, the egret fainted, while the drought demon disappeared into the antique coffin room.

"An egret?!"

Huang Dan got up and helped the egret up, while Yan Sen searched in circles for the drought demon, but couldn't find even a single hair of it.

The entire demon seemed to have vanished into thin air; not a trace could be found!
Huang Dan sent the team's healer to check on Bai Lu and immediately notified Master Qingxu. Bai Lu was Master Qingxu's precious treasure, and if anything happened to her, Dongcheng couldn't afford to compensate for it!
Yan Sen also quickly contacted his superiors!
When Master Qingxu heard this news, he felt a chill run down his spine, even more so than if he had become a bald monk.

—Didn't you just get home?
What... did I faint again?!
Oh my god!
They even encountered a drought demon! Did their country stumble upon a zombie apocalypse?

One wandering corpse left, and now a drought demon has arrived!
Despite saying this, he still limped over to Bai Lu's side without saying another word.

Bai Lu was now lying peacefully in the boss's lounge, arranged by Manager Liu. Seeing her like this, Master Qingxu felt much more at ease.

But not long after, suddenly, without warning, a large amount of blood gushed from the egret's neck, instantly staining a large area of ​​the white sheet red!
Master Qingxu's vision went black as he looked at the sudden, through-and-through wound. He almost vomited blood. Although he was a little confused, he was glad that he had brought two more of his ancestral pills with him and quickly fed them to her.

—I originally thought I could save some money!
But the pills had no effect, and they didn't even stop the bleeding. He was so anxious that he called his old friends to ask for medicine!
How could something have turned out like this?

.........

On the other hand, there is the Bu Liu Xing sect.

Both the egret and the drought demon fell onto her simple little bed, with the egret still on top of the drought demon. Having anticipated this, she scrambled to her feet and ran out as fast as she could, shouting as she ran, heading straight for Manager Liu's dormitory.

The drought demon didn't chase after her. She looked expressionlessly at the room, which was no bigger than a fingernail, and then stared blankly at her hands. Her nails, which used to look like they were painted with red cardamom, had turned into a plain light pink.

She gently clenched her fist and then relaxed it.

She could clearly feel her cultivation level gradually increasing, as if the cultivation she couldn't unleash due to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao was being liberated!

I haven't felt this energetic feeling in a long time!
how long?

Maybe it's been several hundred years?
She possessed immense cultivation, yet she couldn't even unleash a tenth of her full power—how frustrating! In the haunted house, a group of little kids were able to hold her back.

Moreover, with her cultivation level, she was actually injured after being stabbed by that little girl!

A small, mid-level magic weapon actually injured her!

If it weren't for her natal wedding dress replenishing her blood and energy, it would have taken her many days to recover.

If it weren't for the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, she wouldn't have needed to make the wedding dress seek out virgin blood to maintain her skin.

The drought demon got off the small bed and walked out step by step. Her hair moved without wind, and her red wedding dress slowly turned into a green dress. This was the original color of her clothes, but the blood from the many people she had killed had stained them red.

The drought demon's face softened, but its aura was growing stronger.

"Boom -" a sound.

Thunder rumbled faintly in the sky, and dark clouds were brewing above the Bu Liu Xing Sect.

The sect leader of the Bu Liu Xing Sect and Gu Xing, who were playing chess, both sensed something was wrong. They immediately dropped their chess pieces, stepped out of the pavilion, looked up at the sky, and extended their divine senses. They could faintly hear a disciple shouting, "It's bad! It's bad! Steward Liu, hurry, hurry, inform the sect leader and Uncle Gu Xing that there is a drought demon in our sect!"

WTF? !
Drought? !
There hasn't been a drought demon for hundreds of years, so how come one suddenly appears out of nowhere?!
Suddenly, they sensed a surge of yin energy in the outer disciples' dormitory courtyard, a terrifying aura emanating from it. The two exchanged a glance, then, without a word, formed hand seals, and their figures vanished from the spot.

The egret that the fat steward had summoned was also found by the drought demon. With a twist of its waist, the egret hid behind the fat steward, whose burly body completely blocked it.

The portly steward glanced back but didn't drag her out. He just asked irritably, "Where have you been these past two days? I couldn't find you anywhere! Don't you want your job at the spirit field anymore?"

Bai Lu was taken aback. She hadn't seen her for two days.

Does that mean that if she returns to the modern world, her cultivation world self will disappear?

"Speak!" Seeing that Bai Lu didn't speak, the fat steward shouted again. He was still thinking of asking her about the Heavenly Spiritual Root!

"We're facing imminent disaster! Don't concern yourself with such trivial matters!" Bai Lu exclaimed urgently. "This is a drought demon! Quickly inform the sect leader and Uncle-Master Gu Xing!!"

The fat steward finally looked at the drought demon properly, but questioned her with an extremely stubborn tone: "Who are you? I've never seen you in the sect before! No one who is not a member of this sect is allowed to enter without permission. Are you leaving on your own or asking me to leave?"

The result is predictable.

Bai Lu originally planned to hide behind the fat steward, since he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator and could at least withstand a couple of attacks, and he would be able to hold out until the sect leader came to rescue him. However, that didn't happen. His body, weighing over 200 pounds, was effortlessly flung away by the drought demon.

She was being choked by the drought demon, its sharp fingertips piercing her neck flesh, piercing through her but cleverly avoiding her aorta, leaving her covered in blood but still panting.

But—it hurts so damn much!

The egret must have been trembling all over in pain.

The fat steward was sent flying, then huffed and puffed as he ran back, attacking the egret with every move he made, but the drought demon easily neutralized all his attacks.

Perhaps she wasn't interested in the fat steward. Although he tickled her like a back scratcher, she didn't really hurt him. She would just swat him away whenever he pounced on her, and when he finally found his way back, she would swat him away again, like playing with a ball.

The poor fat manager is exhausted.

With great interest, she gently stroked Bai Lu's face with the long fingernails of her other hand: "Speaking of which, I should thank you. I know that you brought me into this world. This world is wonderful. It doesn't suppress my cultivation level, and the feeling of abundant Yin energy is something I haven't experienced in a long time!"

The drought demon took a deep breath, closed her eyes in ecstasy, and suddenly tightened her grip. The egret groaned, and blood gushed from her neck as if it were free.

"Then I'll reward you and make you one of my own kind, how about that?"

"The drought demon suddenly said."

Once you reach the level of a drought demon, you can control the corpse poison within your body at will. However, not everyone is qualified to be transformed by her. Although Bai Lu was on the verge of death, she was not poisoned by the corpse poison.

Just as the drought demon was about to make a move, she sensed two powerful auras. She immediately placed the egret in front of her, but as soon as she stood still, the egret disappeared from her control.

Gu Ying picked up Bai Lu and stroked her neck with both hands, stopping the bleeding from Bai Lu's hideous wound. With another stroke, the wound disappeared.

He checked Bai Lu's cultivation level and could hardly believe that their sect actually had a disciple with such a low cultivation level.
She brought the drought demon here?

It was obvious that the sect leader and Gu Xing had heard what the drought demon said.

However, they did not yet understand what the drought demon meant by "bringing it into this world".

But the drought demon's aura was unique. Even if they didn't specifically track her, they could sense her when she entered the town affiliated with the Bu Liu Xing Sect. How could they only find out after she entered the sect!

(End of this chapter)