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

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At the same time, at Tianyang Palace and Shenhua Mountain.

Bai Qingyu was missing her child, and her child was missing her too.

Dongqing was sitting in her little wooden house, leaning against the window, one hand supporting her chin, gazing silently at the scenery below the mountain.

The scenery of Shenhua Mountain is beautiful, but even the most beautiful scenery can become tiresome after looking at it for ten or eight years.

"I wonder what my aunt is doing. I heard that she destroyed the Demon Subduing Sect a while ago. I wonder if she was injured."

She muttered to herself that she really wanted to go down the mountain to see her aunt in Tongzhou, even if it was just for a day.

Dongqing used to worry about whether Bai Qingyu was lonely, but now she doesn't think that way anymore. She knows that Bai Qingyu has many children around her, so she is definitely not lonely.

"It's been two years already. She must have adopted a lot more children by now. Sigh, without her by my side, I'm definitely no longer her favorite child."

"Ugh, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying!"

She threw the pillow aside forcefully, her little face puffing out.

She has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. Normally, with that level of strength, she could become an elder in the sect. Even if she doesn't have enough seniority to become an elder, she could still be a steward. She can go up and down the mountain without any obstacles. She can go to her aunt whenever she wants.

Unfortunately, she happened to be the host of the Heavenly Sword.

The Seven Masters of Tianyang, four of whom are Mahayana cultivators and three of whom have reached the Perfected Integration stage, gave her almost no time to rest. Every day, she had to go to various peaks to cultivate, turning her from one master into seven masters.

Life is so hard!

One day, I overheard those peak masters chatting, and they... they actually said...

Anyway, she's talented, so she can definitely learn more skills and master a few more techniques. It's always good to have more skills.

Today, the peak masters went out to attend some conference, and since she was in a good mood, they gave her two days off.

Unfortunately, I still can't visit my aunt these next couple of days.

"So many things have happened to my aunt lately. I wish I could be by her side."

"It's a dilemma, alas."

If she hadn't gone up the mountain to cultivate, she might never have reached her current level of cultivation. Without cultivation, she would only be a burden to her aunt, and immortality would have been more useful. But if she went up the mountain to cultivate, she would be far away from her aunt, and she wouldn't know what had happened to her aunt, making it difficult to even go down the mountain to visit her.

Just as Dongqing was muttering complaints about feeling bored, a sound suddenly came from outside.

"White Holly!"

The voice was clear and crisp, clearly a woman's voice. Dongqing recognized it, straightened his clothes, got out of bed, and pushed open the door to the wooden house.

Lin Yimiao, dressed in a pink and white fairy dress, stood not far away with her arms crossed.

Dongqing didn't notice the expression on her face; she was actually quite happy to see her arrive.

"Sister Yimiao!"

Dongqing jogged over, but before she even got close to Lin Yimiao, she heard her hum.

"Heh, don't call me 'sister.' You've already reached the Nascent Soul stage and are the host of the Heavenly Sword. I can't bear to be called that. What, are you trying to shorten my lifespan?"

Dongqing paused, puzzled. "Sister Yimiao, what's wrong?"

"Don't call me sister, Bai Dongqing. I'm here today to ask you something," Lin Yimiao said.

"You, you ask."

“My senior brother Li Wujiang has been entangled in a love affair for several years.”

"Oh, Senior Brother Li, he..."

Before Dong Qing could finish speaking, Lin Yimiao narrowed her eyes, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger, "Do you know who my senior brother's love tribulation is?"

"Your aunt, my senior brother's love tribulation is your aunt!"

Dong Qing, who had been looking puzzled, was immediately shocked by Lin Yimiao's words.

I was utterly shocked.

"Senior Brother Li likes my aunt!?"

"Hmph, what do you think!"

Lin Yimiao strutted around arrogantly, looking like she was there to interrogate someone. "Your aunt is a demon, but my senior brother is the eldest disciple of the Sword Pavilion. There's absolutely no way he would fall in love with a demon. You understand what I mean, Bai Dongqing?"

Dongqing was stunned. The news left her momentarily speechless. On one hand, there was her highly respected senior brother, and on the other hand, there was her beloved aunt who had raised her with great care.

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, Dong Qing looked up instantly.

"You mean, my aunt seduced him?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I meant. Hmph, as expected of a demon. What's the use of all the nice rumors circulating outside? A divine phoenix, my foot! Don't insult the phoenix, okay? That's a symbol of auspicious beasts, not some bird demon that seduces men!"

Lin Yimiao deliberately took two steps forward and looked directly into Dong Qing's eyes.

She was about to say something.

A child raised by a bird demon dares to wield the Heavenly Sword? Aren't they ashamed?

Before she could even utter a word, a crisp sound rang out, and Lin Yimiao felt her vision blur and her face burn as she was slapped to the ground.

Dongqing lowered her hand, her small hand clenched into a fist, "You insulted my aunt."

She couldn't tolerate anyone insulting her aunt, even if it was Lin Yimiao on the other end.

Her face burned with the force of the slap. A trickle of blood flowed down Lin Yimiao's lips, and the left side of her face immediately swelled up, leaving a clear red handprint on her cheek, which even had a purplish tinge.

Not only that, Lin Yimiao also had two teeth knocked out by a slap.

This time, it was Lin Yimiao's turn to be stunned.

She fell to the ground, unable to believe what she was seeing.

How dare Bai Dongqing hit her?

This bird demon raised an orphan child who dared to hit her?

"So what if my aunt is a demon? Does being a demon mean she will necessarily seduce Senior Brother Li?"

"It's utterly ridiculous to shift the blame for your own mistakes onto others."

Lin Yimiao, after all, possessed cultivation, and she quickly stood up, glaring angrily at Dong Qing.

"You dare to hit me?"

"You insulted my aunt, of course I have to hit you!"

After Dongqing finished speaking, she clenched her little fist and punched Lin Yimiao in the stomach. The powerful force went straight through Lin Yimiao's body, and a piece of her clothes on the back ripped open with a sizzle, leaving a round hole.

"Ugh!" Lin Yimiao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward with a whoosh.

Dongqing lowered her small fist. "You insulted my aunt. From today onwards, you are no longer my senior sister."

"Please leave. We won't see you out."

Too lazy to say another word, Dongqing turned around and went back into the house.

A slap and a punch are certainly not enough to vent one's anger.

The wooden door closed, and Dongqing leaned against it, feeling angry but mostly sad.

If it were someone else, she would never be so heartbroken.

They'd just think this person is crazy and that a good lesson would be enough.

But ironically, the person who said these words was Lin Yimiao, who used to be her closest friend.

She seems to have become a different person ever since Changsheng almost killed her last time.

Holly couldn't understand it at all; you were the one who started it that day.

You're not familiar with Changsheng, so if you do that to him, he'll definitely retaliate. Besides, all Changsheng did was stab you once.

Outside the door, Lin Yimiao struggled to get up, feeling as if her whole body was about to fall apart, and her abdomen was in excruciating pain.

"White Holly!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 172 Yunru Kills Her Disciple, Lin Yimiao's Reopening

With her back to the door, Dongqing sat on the cold floor, curled up with her arms wrapped around her legs.

She didn't know if Lin Yimiao outside had left, nor did she know what Lin Yimiao was thinking. Why did she seem like a completely different person in just two short years? She had become so unfamiliar.

In Dongqing's heart, Lin Yimiao has always been the kind senior sister who liked to take her out to play. During the two years that Dongqing was recuperating, she often visited her with gifts, although she never managed to meet Lin Yimiao in person.

Time passed slowly, and the sky outside gradually darkened.

Dongqing remained in this posture until she sensed Fengyuan's aura descending and appearing on Jinxu Peak.

As if he had found his pillar of support, Dongqing immediately raised his head, got up, opened the door, and ran out.

Just then, Feng Yuan returned from her work and was about to check on her beloved disciple when she suddenly saw Dong Qing running towards her, wiping away tears with her sleeve as if she had suffered some great injustice.

Feng Yuan felt a pang of guilt and quickly went over to help Dong Qing up.

In Tianyang Palace, Dongqing's only source of warmth was Fengyuan.

He was also the only person she could open her heart to.

In Dong Qing's heart, Feng Yuan's status was not as high as Bai Qingyu's, but it was only slightly lower, making him the second person in her heart.

Dongqing threw herself tightly into Fengyuan's arms, unable to control her emotions any longer.

"Master."

"Hey, what's wrong, my dear disciple?" Feng Yuan patted Dong Qing's back and comforted him gently.

Knowing Dongqing as she did, she knew in her heart that something must have happened again.

Dongqing looked up, and Fengyuan wiped away her tears with his sleeve. "Tell your master what happened. Don't be afraid. Your master is back. Whatever it is, your master will take care of it for you."

Feng Yuan's face was the most frightening thing in the Tianyang Palace, especially the scar on her face. When her expression darkened, not to mention the ordinary junior disciples, even the other members of the Seven Sons of Tianyang would wonder if they had offended her again.

She's the kind of person whose gaze can make your heart leap into your throat, and who can stop a baby from crying in the middle of the night.

At this moment, Feng Yuan's gaze towards Dong Qing was so kind and gentle.