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

Changsheng sneered, unconcerned. Tianyang Palace, mindful of the common people, could not bear to kill the rebels.

Surely he can use his demonic sword?

Volume 1: Chapter 37 The Golden Feather

"Longevity!" Bai Qingyu said, and Liu Changsheng paused in his steps.

“Compared to going to Tianyang Palace, you have something more important to do.” With one hand on the umbrella handle, Bai Qingyu looked at Dong Qing, “Protect your sister.”

"Auntie, I..."

Changsheng hesitated, knowing the risks involved. The rebels were numerous and powerful, and there might be martial arts masters and sect cultivators hidden among them. The risks of killing these people were enormous; one wrong step would lead to utter ruin, resulting in his own death and the harm to his aunt.

Bai Qingyu had already walked out of the house, walked to his side, and patted his head. "This is your own choice, and I think you have already thought about the risks you have to face."

"Postpone your departure time by half an hour. Go back and take good care of your sister."

While the rebels are certainly hateful, Bai Qingyu, as the aunt of the two children, must first consider the safety of her children before thinking about anything else. Changsheng had already shown her that he had the ability to protect her and Dongqing for a period of time.

Chang Sheng hesitated, then Bai Qingyu's figure disappeared.

The number of rebels on the street was large, and Bai Qingyu's appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the rebels on the street. The scholar who was tied up by the roadside looked up and saw her come out by herself. He couldn't help but shout for Bai Qingyu to run away. As a result, he was hit on the ground by a rebel with a stick.

A county constable, covered in blood and with his hands bound, rammed into the rebel soldiers in front of him, shouting, "Run, young lady!"

Bai Qingyu's beauty was so captivating that it could bring ruin to the country and its people. The more beautiful she was, the more tragic her fate would be. The moment the constable saw Bai Qingyu on the street, he seemed to foresee her end—this girl would surely be violated to death.

With a whoosh, the wooden umbrella flew over and pinned the rebel soldier who was about to cut off the constable's head to the ground. With a wave of his hand, the wooden umbrella flew directly into the air, then opened and spun towards Bai Qingyu. The seemingly delicate wooden umbrella turned into a circular saw as it spun, and with a few sharp sounds, the heads of the rebel soldiers on the street were all cut off.

He raised his hand to grasp the umbrella handle, closed the umbrella, and then shook off the blood on the umbrella surface.

The constable lay on the rebel's corpse, looking up as Bai Qingyu walked past him. Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his hands, which were tied behind his back. He turned around and found that the ropes had been cut.

Overjoyed, she knelt down, tears streaming down her face, and kowtowed several times to Bai Qingyu's retreating figure.

"Thank you so much, fairy! Thank you so much, fairy!"

They knew they had met a master. Fortunately, unlike the Tianyang Palace, they were not isolated and sought help. The only response was that the Daoist sect did not interfere in worldly affairs and that they should return.

The rule of Tianyang Palace has always been to refrain from interfering in anything except natural disasters and troubles caused by cultivators, especially power shifts in the mortal realm. This is because if they intervene today, other sects will accuse them of manipulating the Great Spirit Dynasty's regime tomorrow, and eventually more and more sects will use this as an excuse to get involved, leading to chaos in the world.

Bai Qingyu had no such concerns; he went wherever he went, killing enemies with his umbrella-sword.

The rebels numbered in the thousands, and she slaughtered two to three hundred of them in just half an hour.

The rebels are too scattered. Of course, if they were to gather together, Bai Qingyu would have to be careful. An army of nearly 10,000 people should not be underestimated.

There were cultivators at the Tianyang Palace residence watching. They noticed that after Bai Qingyu killed someone, he subconsciously wanted to interfere and go to catch the demon. However, someone next to him grabbed his sleeve and shook his head slightly. The expression on his face said it all.

This demon is killing the rebels. If they kill this demon now, they'll lose this stronghold.

Why can't you do it yourself and then prevent others from doing it?

Besides, these disciples were also furious. If they weren't forbidden from killing, they would have gone out and wreaked havoc long ago. Isn't it good that a powerful demon is now killing the rebels? After all, this powerful demon isn't killing any innocent civilians.

On the street, Bai Qingyu put down her umbrella sword. Her power as a demon was ultimately limited; there were too many bastards to kill them all.

The appointed time has arrived; it's time to leave with the children.

When she returned to her previous hiding place, she found five rebel soldiers dead outside the door. They were elite rebels in armor. In front of the door, Changsheng was holding the Demon Sword, panting heavily, his head, face and body covered in the blood of the rebels and himself.

The boy's expression remained cold and indifferent, especially his eyes, which seemed to suggest that he was killing five chickens rather than five people; his calmness was terrifying.

Bai Qingyu lowered her eyes, her thoughts were quite complicated. Her original idea was to let the children gain some experience, but she never expected to encounter such a thing on the second day after coming down the mountain. She didn't know if it was just a coincidence or not.

"Immortality".

"Auntie, Dongqing is fine, she's alright. I knocked her unconscious."

Seeing Bai Qingyu return, Changsheng was finally able to put down the demonic sword. A faint red power surged into his body, which was the effect of the demonic sword technique.

A demonic sword technique that cannot become stronger by killing is a failure.

"You did very well." Bai Qingyu didn't even need to squat down; the twelve-year-old boy was already almost as tall as her.

"Does it hurt?" Changsheng had many wounds, the largest of which was on his back, cleaved by a knife. Bai Qingyu felt heartbroken.

"It doesn't hurt, Auntie."

Without saying anything more, she silently used her demonic power to help the boy recover from his injuries.

All of this was not Bai Qingyu's choice but Liu Changsheng's choice. It was probably just the passion of a young man, but it can be said that this kid did a very good job.

He went inside, slung the book box over his shoulder, and picked up the little girl who had fainted on the ground. "Let's go, we're leaving the city."

If she could, she would also like a simple and ordinary life.

Bai Qingyu had killed all the rebels around the city gate tower, and there were corpses everywhere. Changsheng looked back and saw the same scene all along the street: many rebels had been killed, and more were pouring in from all directions.

Among the rebels, he also saw people who moved with incredible speed, like monks.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I've caused you trouble."

Once outside the city, Changsheng lowered his head.

"It's alright, it's all within my power. We don't need to do anything else, the soldiers are here."

Bai Qingyu had her reasons for leaving in half an hour. One of them was the arrival of the imperial court's support. No matter how things developed from there, it would be irrelevant to her, a bird demon. Whether the people remembered her or not didn't matter, since she had already earned a lot of merit.

On the way, Bai Qingyu woke Dong Qing up and let her get down and walk on her own. Then she took off Changsheng's clothes and used strips of cloth and herbs to bandage him up simply.

"Auntie, did I sleep for a long time? Is everything alright in the city?" Dongqing rubbed her head.

"I do not know."

"Oh, then why are they attacking the city?"

"Because of desire."

Just as Bai Qingyu answered, Changsheng, who was changing clothes, thought for a moment and said, "Auntie, I might know something. A rebel said before he died that there was another reason they entered the city: to capture a bird called the Golden Feather Bird. This bird produces golden feathers that can greatly increase one's cultivation."

"Golden feathers?"

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Bai Qingyu had never heard of the Golden Feather Bird or the Golden Feather, and it probably had little to do with her. This group of rebels wouldn't last much longer; they were rebels and didn't even try to win over the people, so they deserved to be wiped out. She reached for her book bag, then took the little girl's hand.

"The world is just like this, completely different from the beautiful world you imagine. No one really cares about what happens to the poor, and the poor are the vast majority of people in the world. The rich feast on meat and wine while the poor freeze to death on the streets. All we can do is try our best."

Looking back at the distant town of Fengchuan, Dongqing seemed to see flames soaring into the sky. Even though he was so far away from the town, he could still faintly hear the cries of the people in pain.

"I understand, Auntie."

Even her aunt couldn't do anything, so what could she do? Her aunt was right; she should do her best, otherwise she would cause trouble for herself and those around her. Only by living could she have the opportunity to help more people, and the stronger she was, the more things she could change.

The three fell silent, Bai Qingyu frowning as she gazed at the gloomy sky.

The dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, and muffled thunder rumbled from within them. As a demon beast of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Bai Qingyu's sense of the weather was extremely accurate; it could be said to be an innate instinct.

"Let's hurry, it's about to rain heavily."

He simply held one in his left hand and one in his right hand, and Bai Qingyu took a few steps and flew into the air, leaping across hundreds of meters in a few bounds.

Not far ahead was a dilapidated temple. Bai Qingyu landed precisely in front of the temple and stepped inside.

She had just put the two cubs down when a heavy rain began to fall outside the temple, accompanied by booming thunder. The rain grew heavier and heavier; if she had been a moment slower, she would have been soaked to the bone. Whether she was a bird demon or a Guhuoniao, she was essentially a bird and was terrified of rain.

"It's really raining, and it's raining heavily." Dongqing huddled up next to the book box.

It's already autumn, and with such heavy rain, it actually feels a bit chilly.

Bai Qingyu was standing inside the temple when she suddenly sensed something and turned around to look at the large beam inside the temple. Just now, she seemed to feel something spying on her, but there was nothing on the beam.

He squinted, wanting to go and take a look, when he suddenly heard the little girl's voice.

"Auntie, who is enshrined in this temple? It looks so dilapidated."

The temple was neither too big nor too small, much larger than a typical local earth god temple. It was actually quite clean inside. Judging from the withered offerings on the altar, people had come to burn incense and pray for blessings a month or two ago. As for which deity lived in the temple, Bai Qingyu really didn't know.

There were too many strange and supernatural beings in feudal times; even a weasel demon could be worshipped.

"I don't know either. We'll have to spend the night here. We'll set off again tomorrow after the rain stops."

Bai Qingyu noticed Dong Qing huddled up, looking around the temple before finally settling on the offering table. With a clang, he drew his longsword and swiftly chopped off a table leg, turning it into firewood.

There was nothing she could do; she hadn't brought any firewood, and the little coal she bought from the county town wasn't nearly enough.

Dongqing said he did not see his aunt cutting off the legs of someone else's altar table to use as firewood.

Soon the fire was lit, dispelling the cold and the damp air nearby. Bai Qingyu took out the dried meat, processed it simply, and had it with some slightly cold steamed buns for dinner.

As it grew darker outside, Dongqing pouted, "Auntie, I miss home. Life outside is no good at all."

If she were still at home, she would probably be curled up in bed, listening to the gentle patter of rain outside, and drifting off to sleep. Rainy days like this are perfect for sleeping; you can sleep soundly until dawn.

Sitting in front of the fire, Changsheng was lost in thought, still pondering matters in Fengchuan County.

As time passed, the sky outside gradually darkened.

Unable to resist the little girl's coquettishness, Bai Qingyu simply knelt down and let the little girl rest her head on his lap, which could be considered a lap pillow. The little girl chatted with Bai Qingyu while showing a smug smile.

"Auntie, why do you think all those fox spirits and snake spirits are so fond of scholars? Why do they insist on finding a scholar to pledge their lives to?"

"Because these stories were all written by scholars."

"Ok?"

"What I mean is that most of these stories are fabricated. Whether it's a fox spirit or a snake spirit, even if they seek out a scholar, they won't pledge their lives to him. They usually have ulterior motives, such as wanting to extract the scholar's life essence. Of course, there are also foolish demons, which are isolated cases."

"Is it possible that a male fox spirit might take a fancy to a human woman?"

"Hmm... I think there should be some, maybe we'll see them in the future."

With gentle movements, she braided a few strands of the little girl's long hair, and in no time, she had braided it into a small plait.

The rain outside had lessened a bit, but it still showed no signs of stopping.

As night fell, Bai Qingyu added some coal to the fire and watched as the fire grew larger and larger.

The ancient temple was eerie and terrifying at night, with the only source of light being the bonfire. It was raining heavily outside, with flashes of lightning and thunder. A sudden clap of thunder illuminated the temple, making the statues appear like ghosts and gods in the lightning.

The sound of dripping water came from the leaking part of the temple. The little girl wasn't too scared at first, but then a strange cry from some kind of creature suddenly came from inside the temple, which almost made her "explode". The cry wasn't exactly unpleasant or jarring, but it was rather strange. She had never heard such a cry before.