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

The closer it got to this point, the more powerless Bai Qingyu felt.

Even the smallest sect has a complete set of methods for training disciples.

She was ultimately just a demon, not omnipotent.

Sitting in the courtyard, Bai Qingyu and Zhen Tian faced each other, each with a steaming cup of tea in front of them. On the other side, Dong Qing couldn't wait to practice swordsmanship as soon as she got her sword sheath. It was the first time she had ever held a real sword, and the excitement in her heart was indescribable.

"Auntie, look at me!"

Dongqing called out, and when Bai Qingyu looked over, she flicked her wrist and, in conjunction with the swing of her arm, produced a beautiful sword flourish. With another flick, her footwork became unpredictable, and she performed a set of sword techniques that looked slightly rusty.

That's why Dongqing is said to be a genius at swordsmanship. A month ago, she was only practicing basic sword techniques. After receiving "Silver Rain" from Yunru, she just read it every day and practiced twice with a small wooden stick as a sword. Now she can already perform the first move quite well.

As for Changsheng on the other side, there's not much to say. The swordsmanship of the Demon Sword seems to have been tailor-made for him. Bai Qingyu even suspected that if a disciple from a sect who was in the early stage of Foundation Establishment came to fight him, he would most likely lose to Changsheng.

From childhood to adulthood, she used her demonic power to improve his body every day. His foundation was already solid, and he also absorbed the golden feathers of the True Heaven, so he can now be considered a cultivator who has just entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

Of course, they are only the same as Foundation Establishment cultivators in terms of cultivation techniques and swordsmanship; their methods and resources are far inferior.

Simply put, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could easily conjure a fireball with their spiritual energy and throw it, but Changsheng couldn't do that. He couldn't use his spiritual energy in such a fancy way; at most, he could only enhance himself and apply the effect to himself.

"Zhen Tian, ​​if I get the chance, I'll find you a cultivation technique to practice on. This can't go on like this."

Returning our attention to Zhen Tian, ​​although he could produce a golden feather for himself every year, it was still too slow. Only by combining it with cultivation techniques could his speed be increased. We also know that Zhen Tian is gentle and does not like fighting, but he cannot do without cultivation, even if he does not need it.

If you are weak, others will bully you. But once you have powerful cultivation, even the most hot-tempered and foul-mouthed person will have to be polite to you.

"I'm not in a hurry for now. My golden feather will fall off in a few days."

"That's fine."

Since there was a space to practice swordsmanship, Bai Qingyu saw that the two children didn't want to stop, so he lit a few more torches and used his demonic power to illuminate the small courtyard.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Both of his sons were very talented, which meant they would leave him sooner. If they were ordinary people, Bai Qingyu would definitely not have let them come out so early, and the time of parting would not have come so soon.

As Bai Qingyu flipped through the medical book, she yawned.

·

Early the next morning, Bai Qingyu took the small table and stool she had made herself and went to the Dragon King Temple to tell fortunes again. This way, she could make money faster than selling herbs, but it wasn't slow either. Who knew, maybe some rich lord would come to have his fortune told? She could then extort him handsomely.

There weren't many people waiting in front of the Dragon King Temple. To be precise, there were many people waiting for her, but not many were waiting for her to tell their fortunes. Most of the people who came were men, and they were generally quite young. In front of the Dragon King Temple, you could also see a rich young master dressed in fine clothes, holding a fan and bragging to everyone, which occasionally caused a burst of laughter.

Within a day, the news that a stunningly beautiful young Taoist nun was telling fortunes in front of the Dragon King Temple had spread within the small circle of these busybodies. Ordinary people might not know, and even if they did, they wouldn't bother to come over. Everyone has their own life to live, with parents and children to support.

Only this group of idle people who indulge in eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, and loafing around have the time and interest to come and take a look.

Words like "young and beautiful," "as beautiful as an angel," and "young Taoist nun" are most likely to attract their attention.

"Hey, you came as soon as I said you'd come, and here you are!"

As soon as Bai Qingyu arrived carrying his belongings, the people around him went wild. They stared wide-eyed as if they had seen a priceless treasure, and their expressions of wanting to pounce on him and devour him completely annoyed Bai Qingyu.

The wealthy young man at the head of the group was breathing heavily, as if something was stirring within him.

“Miss…” He quickly stepped forward.

"Fortune telling? If not, get lost." Bai Qingyu ignored them and put down the small stool and folding table, then placed the wooden board with the words "fortune telling" written on it on it.

“Yes, of course it counts.” The rich young master was about to step down in front of Bai Qingyu.

"You don't need to calculate anymore. I've already looked at it for you. Next, we'll decide whether you'll suffer a bloody disaster based on your behavior."

Snapped!

The wooden umbrella was slammed onto the table.

Even a murderer who has killed several people will have a noticeably different look in his eyes. Bai Qingyu has killed hundreds of people, and with the help of his demonic power, when he glared at the young master, he immediately froze on the spot, and then fell to the ground as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"If you want your fortune told, then it's your fortune; if you don't want your fortune told, then get out of here."

Bai Qingyu glanced over, and the street thugs all took a half step back.

At this moment, someone pushed through the crowd and walked up to Bai Qingyu.

"Calculate my fortune."

Bai Qingyu looked up and narrowed her eyes.

The young man standing in front of him was not old, and he carried a heavy ruler on his back. Judging from his aura, he was clearly a cultivator.

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The young man had short black hair and his Taoist robe was slightly worn. His aura was not particularly strong, but it was definitely solid enough. You could tell at a glance that he was a cultivator who traveled the world, rather than one of those hothouse flowers in a sect.

Bai Qingyu narrowed her eyes, remaining completely calm. "Fortune telling doesn't come cheap to me."

Upon hearing this, the young cultivator placed a few taels of silver on the table. "As long as you can see it, money is not a problem."

"What do you want to see?"

"We'll see when you die!" the young man said calmly. Seeing that something was wrong, the people around him slowly took a few steps back, and a large area immediately cleared between Bai Qingyu and the young man.

"I don't know which sect you come from, but I think you should understand one thing: there is right and wrong in everything, and there are good and bad people. Demons are the same. I have no karmic burdens, and I earn money through my own abilities. I don't steal, rob, or kill. Why are you causing me trouble?"

Bai Qingyu collected the few taels of silver on the table, spoke calmly, and already gripped the umbrella handle with his other hand.

"Anything that's a demon should be killed!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you want to fight, stand aside and wait for me to get off work first. Don't stand here and block my stall. Also, if you want your fortune told, I've already done it for you. You've killed too many living beings and will eventually fall into the demonic path. Demons have karma, do you think humans don't?"

Bai Qingyu waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.

"Hmph." Upon hearing Bai Qingyu's words, the black-haired young man actually stood aside, arms crossed, looking fierce, and it was unclear what he intended to do.

Bai Qingyu didn't mind having another doorman on his side, as long as the kid didn't have a fit of madness, he could do whatever he wanted.

The stalls remained open as usual, and the number of people seeking fortune telling also increased.

Bai Qingyu's predictions were quite accurate; someone's prediction from yesterday came true today, and they came over with their wife and children to express their gratitude.

Not far away, the black-haired young man was indeed watching Bai Qingyu set up his fortune-telling stall, staring intently. Of course, his eyes did not have the desire of the street thugs, but only solemnity and doubt. He was solemn about Bai Qingyu's strength and doubted about Bai Qingyu's behavior.

He had come here after seeing a demon setting up a stall, but upon getting closer, he realized it was a powerful demon, one he was no match for. However, he couldn't just leave; there were too many people around, and if this demon went berserk, the damage it would cause would be immeasurable.

I decided to stand aside on guard. She said she was a good demon, so I'll just have to wait and see.

Unexpectedly, Bai Qingyu actually set up a stall here for a whole morning. Men, women, young and old came to have their fortunes told. Not only did he not charge the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, he also helped them with simple medical treatments. He charged more for those with money and less or even nothing for those without money. No one was harmed or killed during the whole process.

Those who had their fortunes told here left with either a worried look on their face or a smile on their face.

The young cultivator suddenly realized that doing this was actually a great act of merit, bringing good fortune and averting disaster; perhaps many people had escaped death because of it. But wouldn't that be considered revealing heavenly secrets? This demon was far too audacious; wasn't it afraid of being struck by lightning?

By noon, Bai Qingyu was packing up his stall and preparing to leave. The people still queuing sighed and said they would have to come earlier the next day.

After packing up the stall, Bai Qingyu glanced at the dazed young man not far away, thought for a moment, then ignored him and left with her things on her back.

While confronting this young cultivator, Bai Qingyu saw something in him. This person seemed to have some connection with him, or more accurately, not with him but with someone close to him. Bai Qingyu was very familiar with that sense of destiny, and he was absolutely certain that it was true.

That person is either related to immortality or to holly.

Seeing Bai Qingyu leave, the young cultivator immediately followed. Calling him a fool would not be an exaggeration; he knew his strength was inferior, yet he still came.

The young cultivator was about to follow Bai Qingyu to see where she was going, but after turning a corner, Bai Qingyu disappeared without a trace, and her demonic aura vanished completely.

·

Bai Qingyu cleverly escaped, and continued to earn money by setting up her stall as usual. With a start, as her words gradually resonated with each person who had their fortune told, Bai Qingyu's reputation began to spread. She was no longer just a pretty Taoist nun from the Dragon King Temple in the west of the city, but a powerful immortal.

In the past, when Bai Qingyu came here, the area in front of the Dragon King Temple was full of street urchins. But in just over ten days, long lines formed every day in front of the Dragon King Temple, all of them coming to have their fortunes told by her.

The feeling of being affirmed was quite nice. The only thing that bothered the bird was that the hothead carrying the sword came over almost every day for the past ten days. Eventually, he stopped trying to follow her and just stood there staring at her every day, which was very annoying to the bird.

On this day, Bai Qingyu was heading home after closing up her stall when she noticed that the hothead was following her again. This time, Bai Qingyu simply ignored him and waited until they reached a deserted spot on the edge of the county town before taking care of him. Who cares if you're destined to be with the kid or not?

On this same day, Changsheng carried the demonic sword wrapped in cloth and prepared to walk around the streets to see where his aunt's fortune-telling place was and also to see if anyone was bullying her.

I had just stepped out when I saw Bai Qingyu return.

Before he could even greet her, Changsheng suddenly spotted a furtive fellow carrying a heavy ruler following his aunt.

Clang!

The long sword was drawn from behind, and a strange force appeared, shaking the strips of cloth off the demonic sword.

He drew his sword and slashed, but the hothead reacted and drew his heavy ruler from behind to block.

"Immortality?" Bai Qingyu turned around and glanced back, recalling what she had seen in this naive young man. While marveling at the wonders of the world, she stood silently to the side.

Regardless of how much of a connection this guy has with Changsheng, it would be good for Changsheng to practice his skills.

The demonic sword clashed with the heavy ruler. Although Changsheng's cultivation was slightly lower, he was still not at a disadvantage and gradually gained the upper hand in each move.

There were few people on the outskirts of the county town, and two people were fighting fiercely on the street.

Before long, the two began to fight and argue. The young cultivator kept talking about eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, which was typical of him being brainwashed. Changsheng calmly retorted that eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path was a pretense, and that bullying the weak was the real purpose.

He was clearly stronger than Changsheng, but they were evenly matched in a fight, and the worst part was that he couldn't win an argument with Changsheng.

Don't let Changsheng's quiet nature fool you; he's quite the talker when it comes to banter.

Bai Qingyu watched with great interest from the side, wondering if things would turn into a case of "no fight, no friendship" if things continued like this.

As expected, it came true; there was indeed a connection between this cultivator and the immortal.

Bai Qingyu sighed.

My kid has moved one step further away from me.

The battle lasted a full hour. At the request of the young cultivator, Changsheng also stopped, and they agreed to meet here at the same time the next day to go out of the city to fight. They were somewhat restrained here.

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The phrase "no fight, no friendship" doesn't quite fit the description of Changsheng and this young cultivator yet, but Bai Qingyu felt it was coming soon. After a few more fights, the two would probably become friends through fighting. Suddenly, he realized that his casual remark seemed to be coming true.

When I first met this guy, I said he would fall into the demonic path. Now it seems that if he joins forces with Changsheng, he really will become a demon.