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

Zhen Tian has always considered her golden feathers as something dispensable, and it would be better if she didn't have them. If she met someone in need, she would not hesitate to give them her golden feathers. She has given them to pitiful people like Zhang Yan's parents, and even to scoundrels like Li Zhou.

Today, Bai Qingyu wants to tell her that even if you don't want the golden feather and want to give it to someone who needs it, you have to think about it, because it might actually harm others.

Bai Qingyu's words made Zhen Tian suddenly realize that it was true. Having a golden feather did not mean he would be rich and powerful. He would have to exchange the golden feather for silver.

If they take it out to exchange for silver, others will definitely know, and they will inevitably wonder how these two old people got the golden feathers. It must be related to the Golden Feather Bird, and some might even break into their home to commit murder. Regardless of whether they have any extra golden feathers, the two old people are in danger.

Zhen Tian looked at the strangely colored feather on his arm with an extremely complicated expression. He had thought that the value of this golden feather was to help some poor people, but now it seemed that even that was not possible. In other words, the only value of the golden feather was for his own cultivation.

If outsiders knew that Shinten thought this way, they would definitely curse him out.

What do you mean by "worthless"? If you don't want it, you can give it all to us.

At the inn, Bai Qingyu turned a page of the medical book in her hand, used her own feather as a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and made annotations on the ancient medical book, mainly some of her own thoughts.

Having lived in the Ten Thousand Mountains for decades, Bai Qingyu was familiar with many herbs in the mountains in order to raise her two children well. Combined with this medical book, she had learned quite a lot. It's a pity that she didn't have the opportunity to put it into practice, otherwise she would have learned even faster.

While reading the book, Bai Qingyu was also silently circulating his demonic power, using it to follow the path of the demonic sword's cultivation technique, in order to strengthen his body.

What Bai Qingyu didn't know was that most cultivation techniques strengthen magical power, but the Demon Sword was different from other techniques. It focused on strengthening the body. In the end, the magic might not be strong, but the body would definitely be extremely strong, and any magic could be broken with a punch or a sword.

In the words of the Demon Sword itself, spiritual power and demonic power are all external forces and are completely unreliable. What if a powerful being joins forces to seal your meridians? Or what if they set up some great formation to directly isolate you from the spiritual power of the world? In that case, you will be worn down to death.

Only his body is different. No matter how sophisticated the enemy's methods are, they cannot seal his body. Even if all his meridians are broken, he can still break through the formation with a single punch.

Moreover, a strong body has the advantage of not being bound by the constraints of heaven and earth.

While flipping through the medical book, Bai Qingyu suddenly thought of something and looked up, "Chang Sheng, how's your power improvement going?"

Changsheng absorbed the golden feathers much faster than Dongqing, completing the absorption in just one day, and its aura surged far stronger than the day before.

Opening his eyes, a flash of red light appeared in Changsheng's eyes. This is how it is when you cultivate demonic arts. Your body will either be filled with black energy or radiate red light, just like the color scheme of the demonic sword, which is either black or red.

"Fortunately, I've improved a lot. Compared to yesterday, my strength has increased by at least 50%."

"Is that so? With such rapid improvement, do you feel any physical discomfort, especially in your mental state?"

No.

"Has that demonic sword spoken recently?" Bai Qingyu put down her book and looked at the demonic sword in Changsheng's arms. This sword was no good; it was adept at bewitching people.

"Perhaps he did."

"Maybe?"

"Yes, I've muted its sound."

Bai Qingyu wasn't drinking tea. If he had heard Changsheng's words while drinking tea, he would have spat tea all over Changsheng's face. "You can even block it from speaking?"

"Hmm, I've discovered that as long as I prevent its thoughts from entering my mind, I can block its voice."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Should I say that the Longevity Talent is too strong or that the Demon Sword is too weak? But it's still good news. The Demon Sword should be blocked if possible, otherwise it might tempt your heart at any time.

In fact, Changsheng was even more powerful than Bai Qingyu thought. He not only blocked the Demon Sword, but also took the initiative to release the Demon Sword when he encountered any troubles. After asking the questions, he blocked the Demon Sword again. The Demon Sword had no choice but to accept that it was its host and couldn't just ignore it.

And so, inexplicably, the magic sword was taken over by a twelve-year-old kid, creating a very bizarre scene.

The Demon Sword had never encountered such a situation before. Normally, the host would not be able to squeeze out its will, but Changsheng could not only squeeze it out but also let it in. For a moment, the Demon Sword did not know whether it should be happy or sad.

The fact that Changsheng can do this shows that he is an unparalleled genius and his future achievements will definitely be very high. However, the problem is that Changsheng is not under its control and can be taken away from it whenever it wants.

"Well, alright." Bai Qingyu hesitated, thinking that this demonic sword was something special.

"How is Holly feeling?"

Upon hearing her name, Dongqing immediately opened her eyes, her big eyes darting around as she rushed to Bai Qingyu's side. "I'm doing very well in my cultivation, but Auntie, I don't have a sword right now. I have cultivation, but without a sword, I can't practice swordsmanship. What should I do?"

The little girl's implication was simple: she wanted Bai Qingyu to buy her a sword.

Her dream is to become a sword immortal! How can you become a sword immortal without a sword?

Bai Qingyu thought about it and realized it made sense. Changsheng had the Demon Sword, but this little girl didn't. She couldn't just keep practicing her cultivation techniques without swordsmanship; that would be neglecting her studies.

"Yes, what you said makes a lot of sense, but Auntie doesn't have any money right now. When Auntie has money, I'll buy you a sword."

Patting Holly's head, Bai Qingyu said with a smile.

"Hmm, when will Auntie have money?" Dongqing looked at Bai Qingyu with pleading eyes, looking pitiful.

"I don't know either. We'll talk about it when we get to the next county or the next prefecture."

"Then how will Auntie make money?"

At this point, Bai Qingyu smiled mysteriously, "Then of course it's... practicing medicine."

"Practicing medicine?" Not only Dongqing, but even Changsheng looked over.

Bai Qingyu seemed a little unsure of herself and coughed, "Cough cough, yes, practicing medicine. Trust your aunt, I've been learning for two days now."

"Does Auntie want to become a quack doctor?"

"Pah, what are you talking about? Of course I'm not a quack."

"But Auntie, you've only been learning for two days."

"Hey, there's still time, let's take it slow, haha."

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Volume 1: Chapter 57 Fortune Telling and the Next Stop

In fact, Bai Qingyu was out of money. After staying at the inn, he only had a few copper coins left. This amount of money was barely enough to buy a meal, let alone a sword for the little girl. Since he was going to buy a sword, he couldn't buy an ordinary one; he had to buy a good one.

Who would have thought that a powerful demon like myself would ever be short of money?

Bai Qingyu's unpleasant memories resurfaced. When you're traveling, you can lack many things, but you can't lack money. Without money, you can't move an inch.

The thought of having three children and a younger sister to raise made Bai Qingyu feel immense pressure.

It's no joke to say that practicing medicine can make money. With magical powers, you're not afraid of killing people. Once you've thoroughly mastered this medical book and combined it with practical experience, it can be considered a skill. After you sell all the herbs you bring out, you'll have a way to make a living.

However, selling herbs is a last resort; it's best to keep these herbs for yourself.

So, how do you make money?

Bai Qingyu frowned in thought.

Upon closer reflection, it seems she doesn't know anything besides taking care of babies. She might be able to do a little bit of everything, but she's not an expert in anything. She can't exactly go and work as a postpartum nanny, taking care of other people's children.

In that case, it would take me forever to get to the capital.

The thought of my sons going off to fly solo in a year or two makes me realize that buying them swords needs to be put on the agenda. Otherwise, without the strength, I can't let them go even when they're twenty.

Lacking ability yet arrogant and incompetent, they'll just be feeding the enemy if they go out.

Yes, he's all talk and no action. Changsheng is alright, he doesn't have any problems. The main issue is Dongqing. It has to be admitted that Dongqing is a bit spoiled by her. She's smart, but immature. She makes assumptions about everything and can't handle unexpected situations.

If Dongqing goes out in this state, Bai Qingyu dares to say that he would have to collect her corpse in less than a month.

How about we go busk?

Bai Qingyu rejected the idea as soon as it came up. Putting aside whether customers were attracted to her body or her talent when she went out to perform, given her level of skill in playing the flute, people would want money while she would want her life. Even her own son complained that her flute playing was awful.

After much thought, I guess working for those big sects is the simplest solution. I'll kill some evil spirits and carry their corpses to the sect's headquarters to exchange for money. The only risk is that I might be targeted by the cultivators inside.

As soon as the idea came to mind, Bai Qingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

She can practice medicine and tell fortunes at the same time!

I almost forgot that I also have the skill of discerning fortune and misfortune. It's difficult to see cultivators, but it's easy to see some ordinary people without any strength.

Bai Qingyu clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention once again.

He gave an awkward laugh and packed his things, "I'm packing my things, I'm leaving tomorrow, hehehe."

·

The next morning, everyone got up very early. In front of the bronze mirror, Bai Qingyu, dressed in pajamas, was combing her hair with a wooden comb. After thinking for a moment, she combed her hair into low pigtails, tying each side with a red ribbon with a small bell. She looked at herself from left to right and was very satisfied.

This hairstyle is almost unheard of in this era; women here are very particular about their hair and wouldn't be as lazy as she is.

"Does it look good, Zhentian?" She stood up, still wearing her pajamas, and twisted left and right, the little bells in her hair jingling incessantly. A rare, radiant smile appeared on her usually cool face.

Standing to the side, Zhen Tian, ​​who had just finished washing up, turned around. The Bai Qingyu in her eyes was completely different from her usual style. Her petite and slender body was hidden in the large pajamas, making her look even more petite and cute. Her face was no longer indifferent or occasionally pitying the world, but instead had a bright and sunny playful smile.

The word that popped into Zhen Tian's mind was indeed "playful," especially since her bright smile was even more adorable with her new hairstyle. It made people want to hug her and squeeze her tightly. It was really hard to imagine that Bai Qingyu would show such an adorable expression.

Bai Qingyu's smile froze. Why wasn't Zhen Tian saying anything? Was she being too strange?

When Zhen Tian came to her senses, she realized that she had been a little out of line, and her face flushed slightly. Even so, she still nodded firmly, "Very beautiful."

Normally, if Bai Qingyu asked her this, her answer would definitely be, "Yes, Sister Bai is very beautiful." But today, she used the word "very."

"That's fine."

Bai Qingyu sat back down in front of the bronze mirror and began to change her clothes, mainly her feather robe, which materialized instantly with a single thought.

Compared to feather robes, Bai Qingyu prefers to wear normal clothes. Feather robes are made from her own feathers, so it's hard to feel any texture. Real clothes, on the other hand, feel great against the skin.

After tidying herself up, Bai Qingyu pressed Zhen Tian down to her seat, took out the same hairband as hers, and started tying her hair into low double ponytails, exactly the same as the ones on her head.

I've wanted to give Zhentian this hairstyle for a long time; it suits her exceptionally well.

"Let's go, Makoto, let's leave here today and head to the next stop!"

After staying in the town for a week, it was finally time to set off again. Zhen Tian had made up her mind to follow Bai Qingyu. As long as Bai Qingyu didn't mind her, she would stay with him. For her, home was wherever Bai Qingyu was.

Her old catchphrase, "Where is my next home?", hasn't been uttered even once in the past week, as if she's forgotten it. This overwhelming sense of family happiness has made Zhentian wonder if this is all a dream.

So much so that she's been thinking about repaying the favor lately. If Bai Qingyu knew about this idea, she would definitely blush and then refuse.

It's true that Zhentian is a bird, but it's also true that she's a snake, right?

A snake demon wanted to repay her kindness.

It just doesn't seem right.

"Next stop, we'll go to Xianta State!"

Bai Qingyu has already gathered all the information in the past two days. The closest place to here is Xianta Prefecture.

“Xianta Prefecture?” Holly, who was tying her hair in front of the bronze mirror, turned around. “What a strange name.”

"It is a bit strange. The people here told me that there is a celestial tower in the Immortal Tower State that suppresses a thousand-year-old demon. I don't know if it's true, but the tower does exist. I'm not sure if it has the power to suppress it."

Bai Qingyu thought this legend was probably false; could a stone tower really suppress a thousand-year-old demon?