I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

From today onwards, the Shenhuang Temple has gained another devout believer.

From the sky, Bai Qingyu saw all of this and was at a loss for words.

If you say Miketsu is clever, she is indeed quite clever, but she's just using petty tricks.

The cloth shoes that followed the same pattern, but were sold by Xiao Yao.

It wasn't that complicated. The rich young lady carefully examined the quality of the cloth shoes and the exquisite embroidery on them, and bought them all without saying a word.

And so, the two little ones happily went home with six taels of silver.

Bai Qingyu's test for the two of them turned into a game.

Bai Qingyu felt exhausted. "I guess I should just let Yuzhan Jin take Xiao Yao to farm."

"Inari God, food and a bountiful harvest are what Okami needs to do."

"As for Xiao Yao, her power can be just right to assist."

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Volume 1: Chapter 170 Not an Adult, But an Aunt

Bai Qingyu was aware that Miketsu was the Inari Goddess, and she had also seen similarities in the Demon Book compared to what Miketsu had done in Xizhou. Therefore, after much consideration, Bai Qingyu felt that taking her to farm was the most reliable option.

It can teach her that she can be self-reliant, distract the two children, and give them a sense of accomplishment after the crops are grown.

Perhaps in the future, they will develop some amazing crop seeds that will benefit the whole world.

Anyway, it's much better than resorting to dishonest means to sell umbrellas or shoes.

That evening, I waited until the two children returned.

He didn't scold them, but just gave them a lecture, and then cooked them a nice, delicious dinner that evening.

The next day, Bai Qingyu got up very early.

Today she didn't have time to teach her two children how to farm; instead, she was heading to Shangchuan Prefecture.

Having learned from his experience with the Demon Subduing Sect, Bai Qingyu has become wiser. He can disguise himself as an ordinary cultivator whenever he has free time. Since he is now protected by luck, he doesn't need to worry about being recognized.

In the courtyard, Zhen Tian was holding a baby who was drinking milk when he saw Bai Qingyu transform into a man dressed in a white robe and wearing a bamboo hat. He had a handsome face but looked weathered, with slightly thick lips and a short beard. His eyes were like those of a wise monk, filled with compassion for the world and boundless tolerance and love.

Her long, black hair was draped down her back, and it was simply styled.

Holding a monk's staff in one hand and prayer beads in the other, he really has that kind of charm.

"Madam, what do you think of my current attire?"

With one hand held upright in front of his chest, Bai Qingyu's eyes beneath his bamboo hat were more serene than a monk's, encompassing all things and profound.

"Well, can you tell anything? Is there any flaw?" The male monk was about thirty years old, but the voice that came out of his mouth was still Bai Qingyu's voice, which was extremely strange.

Zhen Tian raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. "Apart from her voice, I really can't tell that she is Sister Bai."

"Is that so? That's good." Bai Qingyu cleared his throat, and his voice became a deep, magnetic man's voice.

Bai Qingyu looks exactly like a handsome monk, much more handsome than An Zhen. Of course, this is just a simple illusion, and it's only because he has good fortune that he can't see through it.

Bai Qingyu adjusted her straw hat and disappeared into the courtyard.

They had all disappeared, but the voice still echoed in the small courtyard.

"I'll be right back, don't worry about me. Shuten-dōji is back, he's wary of those cultivators."

The sound echoed in circles, and even the last few words still reverberated, leaving Zhen Tian speechless for a moment.

Bai Qingyu's echo startled the children in the courtyard, who thought some strange cultivator had come looking for trouble.

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With the power of destiny within him, his strength was still increasing, and in less than half an hour, Bai Qingyu entered the land of Shangchuan Prefecture.

Returning to Shangchuan Prefecture felt like coming home; Bai Qingyu felt completely at ease. With this power of destiny under her control, she was the strongest being in the world within Shangchuan Prefecture. Even if the head of Tianyang Palace came, he wouldn't be her match in this area.

After all, this power of faith originated from Shangchuan Prefecture.

Bai Qingyu didn't rush over. After arriving at the center of Shangchuan Prefecture, her expression became serious.

The ground beneath her feet was turning dark red. She took a step forward, as if she had passed through some kind of barrier. The world before her suddenly changed. It was no longer the sunny and breezy place outside. It was as if she had entered the underworld.

The sky was devoid of sunlight, its surface tinged with a faint blood-red hue. The moment she stepped onto this red earth, she could feel the life force draining away with astonishing speed, as if she had entered a forbidden land where no living being should tread.

Cotton-like gray matter drifted past her eyes, and a series of decaying ripples entered Bai Qingyu's nostrils. She looked around and saw that there was no life in this world, nothing but deathly silence.

Fortunately, this impact seems to only affect cultivators; the local people in a nearby county town are completely unaffected.

Bai Qingyu remembered that it had rained here before, and the drought was over, allowing them to get through the winter smoothly. Now it was springtime, a time when life should be vibrant, but here there was nothing but red scorched earth.

Holding a Buddhist staff-like implement, Bai Qingyu was dressed in a snow-white robe.

Dressed as monks, they entered this underworld-like realm with a unique charm.

Bai Qingyu did not fly over. He slightly raised his bamboo hat, looked ahead, and his eyes, filled with vicissitudes, revealed no other emotions.

With one step, Bai Qingyu officially entered this underworld.

Walking along the riverbank, looking at the gray water, Bai Qingyu tried to cup some in her hands. She found the water to be icy cold, a chill that penetrated to the bone. Before she could examine it closely, the water turned into black quicksand that flowed through her fingers.

"It really is the River Styx..."

With a slight frown, she believed that the world's transformation into this state must have been caused by the presence of something that led to the projection of the underworld.

It's not hard to guess that it's either a sea of ​​red spider lilies or her desolate skeleton.

As Bai Qingyu continued walking, he could sense the fluctuations of battle coming from not far away.

He adjusted his straw hat and walked towards the battlefield.

The movements may appear slow, but each step covers a thousand meters.

Bai Qingyu appeared not far from the battlefield. He could sense that more than ten people were besieging the Desolate Skeleton. They were all quite strong, either at the Nascent Soul stage or at the Nascent Soul stage. It seemed that they were not from the same force, but rather multiple forces working together.

The battle has reached its final stage.

The Desolate Skeleton was indeed powerful; with the Netherworld's enhancement, even those at the Void Refinement stage had to avoid its edge. But the cultivators were simply too strong and too numerous.

A just and organized beating is something most people can't handle.

Bai Qingyu saw that even the other shore flower had personally taken action, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect, as the opponent's strength was too great.

The skeleton wouldn't last much longer; one of its longswords had been shattered, and its armor was tattered and cracked.

At this critical juncture, Bai Qingyu's appearance drew the attention of all the cultivators.

They had worked so hard to fight monsters and sacrificed so many comrades. They were about to reach the final step, and they couldn't accept that their spoils would be stolen by someone else.

Moreover, Bai Qingyu's white clothes were too conspicuous. In this dark world where only blood red and gray existed, the appearance of white was so eye-catching.

As if unaware of the strange atmosphere, Bai Qingyu walked into the battlefield with his staff in hand.

At this moment, even the spider lilies noticed him.

The surrounding cultivators exchanged glances. Since no one spoke, they must be strangers. In an instant, a barrage of attacks rained down on Bai Qingyu.

Regardless of Bai Qingyu's identity, as long as he doesn't reveal his intentions, he is an enemy.

Kill the charlatan first.

In that instant, both magical artifacts and spells seemed to be slowed down a thousand times, and the flow of time suddenly slowed down. The only ones who were not affected were Bai Qingyu and the thoughts of the nearly twenty powerful individuals.

They watched helplessly as Bai Qingyu walked step by step toward the other shore flower.

Nothing around her could hinder her steps, and she didn't even glance at the attacks behind her.

The snow-white figure was so plain, yet seemed understated.

This is especially true in the vision of the red spider lily.

Before Bai Qingyu arrived, she had already fallen into deep despair.

She will die, and will be forever silenced.

It's impossible to say you don't care about death.

She had been searching for the meaning of life, and having finally come to the world of the living, she didn't want to die like this, nor did she want to return to that cold world where even time no longer existed.

Every minute and every second there was torture.

However, her strength was still too weak, and she was far from being a match for this group of people.

Even the monster made from that person's bones was no match for it.

She could only watch helplessly as her death approached.

It's really not a big deal if she really dies; it would be better if everything about her were wiped out.

But she hadn't found the meaning of life yet, or rather, those flowers were the reason she lived. If she died, she would no longer be able to find nourishment for the flowers.

The red spider lily is now leaning back, one hand tightly gripping a golden arrow.

The arrow had pierced her body, and all she could grasp was the fletching of the arrow.

Bai Qingyu walked over and stood in front of her.

Surrounded by a frozen world and battlefield, the other shore flower rolled its eyes and saw Bai Qingyu's face under the bamboo hat.

It wasn't the woman in my dream...

The last glimmer of hope in the heart of the red spider lily was shattered.

What is he going to do to himself? Cut off his own head as a collectible, or is he after his own body, or perhaps he came to pray for his own salvation?

Unable to move its body, the spider lily had resigned itself to its fate.

Bai Qingyu came to her side and grasped the arrow that had pierced her heart with one hand.

The platinum-gold power flowed along the arrow shaft into the body of the spider lily, rapidly restoring her lost life force. The spider lily felt a warm sensation throughout her body, as if a warm current was coursing through her limbs and nourishing her internal organs.

That was a warmth she had never experienced in either the underworld or the mortal realm.

"Demons are not just about living; the more they gain, the more they are tormented."

The golden arrow disappeared, and the spider lily's injuries quickly healed.

Bai Qingyu raised his golden staff and then slammed it down to the ground, a burst of golden light rapidly spreading outwards from the center.