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

In Bai Qingyu's eyes, she was just a nobody, neither strong nor weak. Compared to a powerful figure like the Demon King, she was nothing. She was also destined to have no connection with the Demon King. Bypassing the Immortal Tower State and not entering the eyes of those powerful beings, what difference was there between her and an ordinary little demon?

Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen.

After carefully sensing everyone's fortune, I realized that Zhen Tian's good luck had been continuous for the past few days. However, Dong Qing and Chang Sheng had an indescribable feeling, neither good nor bad, but rather a sense of impending separation.

Bai Qingyu had already sensed this, so it wasn't surprising.

In short, as long as there's no trouble, that's fine.

"One demon king after another, after this demon king dies, there will soon be another demon king, right?"

"Never mind, it has nothing to do with me."

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Xianta Prefecture, Duya Mountain.

The vast demon palace is now devoid of demons. Years of war have left the remaining demons with heavy losses, and the encirclement by the sects outside the mountain is getting smaller and smaller. This place can only hold out for a year at most.

The fact that they were able to hold out for a year was due to the discord among those sects, especially between Tianyang Palace and other sects.

Tianyang Palace advocated simply besieging and killing the Demon King to avoid harming the people of Xianta Prefecture. Other sects, however, did not think so. As long as the Demon King was there, they could continue to falsely convey his orders, and a steady stream of demons would come to their deaths. After all, demons are treasures from head to toe. Their flesh and blood can strengthen their essence, and their fur, bones, demon cores, and demon tendons are all essential materials for forging spiritual weapons.

Not only that, but perhaps due to the continuous chaos caused by the battles, treasures have been frequently being born within the Immortal Tower State.

After fighting for so long, everyone is starting to not want Tianyu to die so soon. Wouldn't it be better to keep bleeding the demon race and Tianyang Palace dry?

As for the common people of Xiantazhou, who cares?

Deep within the Demon Palace, the current Demon King stands before an ice coffin.

Contrary to popular belief, the Demon King Tianyu was actually a female demon.

Judging from her attire at least, she was a female demon, wearing a wide, purplish-red dress that exuded elegance and nobility, with seductive and alluring makeup, and her hair tied up high with a hairpin.

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise..."

"But believe me, I will resurrect you and your children!"

Stroking the ice coffin and gazing at the person inside who seemed to be just sleeping, Tianyu closed his eyes tightly and pressed down with both hands. The ice coffin immediately sank down according to the mechanism.

We must find a way to break out of this encirclement, even if it means starting over from childhood.

"That's the only way."

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Volume 1: Chapter 62 Miss Bird Demon Starts Making Money

Having decided to stay, Bai Qingyu had to face a problem: she was out of money.

If she had money, she would have stayed at an inn tonight. Her worries about cultivators fighting were just excuses. In such a big county town, the probability of encountering one was extremely low. It was only because she didn't have money that she had no choice but to sit by this little river and enjoy the breeze.

"Sigh, you still can't get by without money."

The next morning, Bai Qingyu sighed helplessly.

Without money, you can't move an inch. She's a powerful demon, and judging from her brief exchange with Lin Yimiao yesterday, she's at least at the Golden Core stage, right? Yet she's ended up without money to stay at an inn. This is just unbelievable. If word got out, other demons would laugh themselves to death.

"But I must say, this sword is quite nice. Dongqing, do you want it?"

Bai Qingyu raised his hand and summoned a bluish-white longsword that had been stuck in the ground not far away. This was something he had found last night after driving away the fox demon and Lin Yimiao; the fox demon hadn't picked up the sword.

Clang!

The longsword pierced through the blade with a soft hum. The sword was about 1.2 meters long, slender and long overall. Judging from the green patterns on the blade and the gem on the hilt, it looked like a longsword used by a girl.

Wasn't the fox demon from last night a man? Or was she mistaken?

But this is just right, as it's perfect for use on holly.

Aside from its appearance, the sword is also made of excellent materials, more than enough for even Foundation Establishment cultivators. Its only drawback is the lack of a scabbard.

The little girl's eyes widened at the sight of the sword. "I want it! I want it! Thank you, Auntie!"

Happiness came so suddenly; Dongqing was extremely satisfied with the sword.

"Auntie, was this sword left behind by that monster yesterday?"

"Yes, it was probably stolen from someone else. This style doesn't seem like a weapon used by the demon race, but rather like the style of human cultivators. It doesn't matter, just take it and use it. When your aunt has money, she'll take you to have a scabbard made."

"Yes, Auntie is the best!"

The little girl finally had a sword. Bai Qingyu told her to practice with it a few times to get a feel for it, and then headed towards the county town alone. She was going to the county town to scout out the situation and find a place to set up a fortune-telling stall to earn some travel expenses.

The county town was quite large. Bai Qingyu saw soldiers setting up ladders and banging on the city gate tower, repairing the damage left by those two bastards yesterday.

By claiming to be from Peach Blossom Town, Bai Qingyu successfully blended into the city.

It didn't feel much different from the previous county town. People came and went, and apart from the different street layout, everything seemed the same. The things sold in the market were also pretty much the same.

As she walked, she saw some cultivators on the street. Bai Qingyu concealed her aura and swaggered past. Given the difference in their strength, it was normal that these two junior disciples couldn't sense her aura. Of course, she couldn't release her aura, because if she did, it would most likely be detected by some strange thing, like a demon-revealing mirror or a feng shui compass.

After passing through the market, Bai Qingyu headed west of the city because she saw what appeared to be a temple there.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed found that the temple was actually a Dragon King temple.

A temple was built in the city, and surprisingly many people came to offer incense and pray for blessings, all with devout expressions.

Ignoring the stares and gazes around her, Bai Qingyu looked at an open space in front of the temple and nodded in satisfaction.

With so many people coming to burn incense, it's bound to attract a few more. I just don't know if setting up a fortune-telling stall in front of the Dragon King Temple is competing with the Dragon King for business.

Forget it, what's done is done. This temple has no divinity whatsoever. It's like these people come here to burn incense for psychological comfort at most. But she's different. She can actually see the future fortune and misfortune. In the words of the Tianyang Palace Peak Master, she is an auspicious beast.

Having found the right spot, Bai Qingyu put down the book box and took off a wooden board from his back, placing it on top of the box. On it, in black ink, were two large characters: "Fortune Telling".

Above and below these two characters are two lines of smaller characters: "Look up for good fortune, look down for misfortune."

Standing behind the book box with her arms crossed, Bai Qingyu's fortune-telling stall was thus simply opened for business.

Her white Taoist robe and stunning beauty drew the attention of passersby. Some were awestruck by her beauty, while others wondered what such a pretty young girl was doing there. Upon looking down, they saw the words "fortune telling." Some passersby were interested, while others shook their heads.

Bai Qingyu's attire made her look like a young Taoist nun at most. Looking at the other fortune-telling stalls, weren't they all white-haired and had an air of otherworldly elegance?

Even if they look shifty and greedy, at least they're well-equipped, with a compass and a Bagua (a type of divination tool).

Looking at Bai Qingyu's side again, there was nothing there except an umbrella.

This feeling is like going to the hospital and seeing a doctor with a full head of black hair, even styled in a middle part. Your subconscious thought is, "Is this doctor an intern?" And then you immediately think, "This doctor doesn't seem to have much experience."

But when the doctor took off his center-parted wig, revealing his touching hairline, the patient immediately felt reassured that he had found the right doctor.

Bai Qingyu had only planned to give it a try and never expected to succeed so quickly. However, more and more people gathered in front of her stall, and an old man actually came to her for fortune telling.

Bai Qingyu didn't know anything about the I Ching or divination, but she could see the black aura above the old man's head at a glance.

Ordinary people's fate is actually very simple. Their lives are confined to a small world, unlike those geniuses and great figures whose every move can change the world.

With his eyes closed and his attention focused on the black mist above the old man's head, a blurry image appeared in Bai Qingyu's mind: a young man went out fishing but encountered a monster and was bitten to death, and the old man in front of him was burying his son.

"Sir, you must have children who frequently go fishing. Tell them to stay away from the river for the next two weeks, or disaster will befall them."

Bai Qingyu opened her eyes and spoke.

Bai Qingyu accurately stated the old man's son's occupation, which startled the old man, who quickly expressed his gratitude.

Ding! A copper coin is in hand.

Standing in front of the stall, everyone was looking at Bai Qingyu. They didn't really expect Bai Qingyu to be very accurate. After seeing the examples, they all came forward and lined up on their own. There were men, women, young and old.

In less than an hour, Bai Qingyu looked at the small bowl filled with copper coins and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"Alright, everyone, you can leave now. I'll be here again tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM) to tell your fortunes."

Those with money should give more, and those without money should not. Bai Qingyu carried the full bowl and left quickly.

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Volume 1: Bounty + Author's Remarks

It's Thursday! This book will be available on the shelves on Friday, so I'm letting you all know in advance.

I am truly grateful for everyone's companionship along the way!

thank you very much!

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After much thought, I've decided to start a bounty before the official release (no upper limit).

80 recommendation votes will get you an extra chapter

One extra chapter for every 38 monthly votes.

2500 cat biscuits plus one more chapter

20 blades plus one more.

(I feel like my requirements are already very low compared to other authors (?˙▽˙?))

(Let's say the period ends on Friday.)

I usually update an average of two chapters a day, each chapter containing 2,000 words.

An extra chapter is an additional chapter added on top of these two chapters.

(And he's not even doing a handstand in women's clothing yet, cough cough cough)

Volume 1: Chapter 63 You're deliberately picking a fight, aren't you?

"Auntie is really amazing."

In the small courtyard, Dongqing looked at the white sword sheath in her hand, her big eyes sparkling. She hadn't expected Bai Qingyu to be able to get money in such a short time. She wondered how her aunt had managed to get it in half a day.

This time, Bai Qingyu didn't look for an inn, but instead rented a small courtyard.

It's a bit more expensive, but there are advantages. First, we can pay the rent after a while, and second, there's a place for the two kids to practice their swordsmanship.

Staying in the inn is too cramped; at most, one can only meditate and cultivate, but practicing swordsmanship is out of the question.

Bai Qingyu doesn't know how to cultivate, let alone teach others to cultivate. However, she knows that cultivation cannot be limited to meditation. One must also practice other techniques, especially swordsmanship, as well as cultivate one's Dao mind, theoretical knowledge, and gain experience through external training.