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

For women of this era, let alone swimsuits, being seen barefoot could result in being soaked in a pig's pool. The overall environment was like this, and even demons couldn't escape it. Bai Qingyu had once discussed swimsuits with Zhen Tian and even drew a simple sketch.

The swimsuits she drew were one-piece, and they covered a lot of space, giving off a bit of a school swimsuit vibe.

However, when Zhen Tian saw this outfit, her face immediately turned red, and she refused to comply no matter what.

As for wearing it himself, Bai Qingyu thought it was better to forget about it.

She wants to see others wear it, not herself. What's the point of seeing yourself wear it?

With a snap of her fingers, her already soaked dress dried instantly.

"Let's go home!"

Returning home with a full load, Bai Qingyu was in a very good mood.

Humming a tune, Bai Qingyu simply tied her hair into a ponytail and was walking when she suddenly saw a small figure walking towards her not far away. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the God's Child from the fishing village.

During this month, Bai Qingyu spent almost every day teaching Shuten how to fight, or teaching Xiaodie how to make clothes. Occasionally, she would go to the Black Wolf Demon's Black Mountain to collect some herbs. Her days were not particularly leisurely, but they were definitely not busy either.

During this time, she did not go to talk to this Son of God, and she rarely even saw him.

The main reason was that Bai Qingyu didn't like that village, and the incident with the black wolf demon a month ago made her relationship with the villagers even worse.

Bai Qingyu had a pretty good impression of this child of God, but felt that the child's personality was somewhat weak and he didn't know what resistance was.

"Sister Bai." From afar, the Child of God greeted Bai Qingyu.

In just one month, the Son of God was covered in wounds. Bai Qingyu saw that his face had been bruised from being whipped, his arms were covered in bruises, and his left eye was visibly swollen and blue.

"Were the injuries on your body inflicted by those villagers?" Bai Qingyu frowned slightly.

To be honest, she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the Child of God like this. This child was young, but his strength was at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, right? Even if he was ridiculed and scorned in the village, he wouldn't be beaten this badly, would he?

After the Black Wolf Demon incident, Bai Qingyu felt that the child's status would at most decline after returning home, but he would not be abused or beaten. How dare these villagers treat a demon with Foundation Establishment strength like that?

In fact, these villagers not only did it, but they did it very ruthlessly.

Bai Qingyu dared to say that if the Son of God took off his shirt, there wouldn't be a single good spot on his body.

The Son of God bowed his head and remained silent; the expression on his face said it all.

Bai Qingyu had long felt that the child's personality was somewhat timid, but she never expected the situation to be so outrageous.

"What have those villagers given you that you have to go to such lengths? You treat them well, but how do they treat you? Sometimes you can't just be lenient with them all the time. You've done so much for this village; they should at least show you some respect, right?"

The Child of God lowered his head and said, "It has nothing to do with everyone else. It's my fault. I'll be leaving now, Sister Bai."

Bai Qingyu deliberately stayed away from the village. The fact that he unexpectedly encountered Huang here suggests that the child was probably beaten up.

Huang lowered his head to leave, but Bai Qingyu grabbed his wrist.

Huang subconsciously looked up and saw Bai Qingyu's serious gaze.

"Come on, let's go back together first."

"But I..."

"If you don't come with me, you have nowhere else to go, right? Go back to the village you've been longing for and get beaten up again?"

Seeing Huang hesitate and struggle, Bai Qingyu spoke again, "Don't worry, I won't force you to stay, nor will I make you do anything. I'll just take a look at your injuries."

She didn't know what to say. A demon with Foundation Establishment strength was severely injured by a group of mortals. Well, not severely injured, his injuries were hardly healing.

I went out happily to catch some seafood, but I never expected to encounter this kind of thing on my way back.

For Bai Qingyu, offspring can be divided into domesticated offspring and wild offspring, and Huang undoubtedly belongs to the category of wild offspring.

Of course, not all children are good-for-nothings. Bai Qingyu didn't bother to give a second glance to some of the wicked ones.

Seeing Huang beaten up like this today, I felt really sorry for him.

Before letting Huang find that female cultivator, Bai Qingyu really didn't expect Huang to end up like this.

I never dreamed that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could be beaten like this. Even if you don't fight back, you can at least run away, right?

If you're surrounded by a group of villagers, why not just run away? They couldn't catch you even if they had ten legs. Why stand there and let them beat you up?

Holding Huang's wrist, Bai Qingyu walked ahead.

Huang looked up at the demon who had been rumored in the village to be a beautiful sea monster, and his heart was filled with complicated emotions. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt that her slender figure made him feel inexplicably at ease.

Holding a bamboo basket almost bigger than herself, Zhen walked to Huang's side, her face expressionless, and said calmly, "Divine Child, you shouldn't be like this. You should listen to what your aunt said. All that you have done for the village should not be met with beatings and scoldings, but with respect."

"You're too soft-hearted," the girl with no connections commented.

"Even if the power of prophecy has disappeared, this is still not the way. Blindly retreating and yielding will only add more wounds to your body."

Huang and Zhen had a good relationship. When Zhen was still living in the fishing village, she had no friends and Huang was the only one who was willing to talk to her.

“I know, I just feel that I should be responsible for the villagers who died in danger,” Huang said softly, staring at the ground.

The reason Huang didn't resist wasn't because he loved the village so much, or rather, it wasn't entirely because of that. More than anything, it was because of self-blame.

If his predictions had been more accurate, they wouldn't have died.

Huang often thought this when he was being beaten up by the villagers.

Zhen stopped talking and had nothing more to say. Huang's idea couldn't be changed without experiencing certain things, so saying more wouldn't help.

Back at the cabin, Bai Qingyu asked Zhentian to boil water, then pressed Huang down onto a chair in the yard and helped him take off his shirt. Sure enough, once the shirt was off, countless wounds appeared on Huang's body, most of them whip marks, and many were even wrinkled, festering, and blistering.

This looks like it was scalded with boiling water; if you're even bolder, it might have been branded with a red-hot iron.

On her way back, Bai Qingyu was still thinking that the external injuries were not a big problem. How could a Foundation Establishment demon like Huang not be able to recover from external injuries? The most worrying thing should be the internal injuries caused by blunt force trauma. Now she changed her mind. The child's external injuries were just as terrifying.

The most serious external injury Bai Qingyu had ever treated was when she rescued Zhen, whose body was covered in sword and knife wounds. Huang's wounds were far more numerous than Zhen's at the time. What was even stranger was that he had spiritual energy fluctuations, as if the wounds were caused by a cultivator's magic weapon.

On the other side, Shuten, who was practicing boxing in the courtyard, noticed this and walked over to take a look.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

After spending so much time together and receiving some guidance from Bai Qingyu, his strength has greatly increased. Now, Shuten-dōji feels no pressure at all when calling her "aunt." In addition, he has been eating and drinking at Bai Qingyu's place for the past month and has discovered that food can be so delicious. In his heart, Bai Qingyu is even closer than his own aunt.

He went from a hothead who wanted to challenge Bai Qingyu every time he saw her to a shameless freeloader in just one month.

"He was beaten by the villagers."

While cleaning his wounds with clean water and a wet towel, Bai Qingyu spoke.

Some of the wounds on Huang's body were inflamed and festering. Such wounds would have killed an ordinary person long ago, and even the most resilient person would be barely clinging to life.

"Look, look, this is the reward for your hard work!"

I got a little angry for no reason.

How could they be bullied like this?

How could those villagers do such a thing!

Even if he didn't do anything special, he still put in a lot of effort, right? I've never seen these villagers give Huang much food before. If they really provided him with good food and drink, then when she went to the sea to catch fish a while ago, she wouldn't have seen Huang cooking fish over a fire from afar.

"Why did it have to come to this? Alas, you."

Bai Qingyu gently cleaned up his wounds, muttering to himself.

“Let me tell you, if you continue like this, those villagers won’t even need to sacrifice you, because you won’t live to see that day.”

"No matter what you do, you should expect something in return. Even if there's no return, you should still feel happy and that what you did was worthwhile, right?"

Are you happy? Do you think it's worth it?

The demonic power swept over the area, healing some of the injuries, but many remained unhealed.

Bai Qingyu asked Jiu Tun to come over and continue cleaning him, while she went to the kitchen to brew medicine. Fortunately, she had collected a lot of herbs from the mountains some time ago.

Shuten took over Bai Qingyu's job, but the clueless young man didn't know the difference between light and heavy blows, and after a few strokes, he made Huang wince in pain.

Bai Qingyu treated the wound simply, and the pain replaced the numbness. For the first time in so many days, Huang felt that he was still alive.

"You're too weak. You should listen to what she just said." Shuten's assessment was exactly the same as Zashiki's.

"No wonder Auntie came back so late today. If it were me, I would have punched them all to show them the power of this Demon King!"

Even Xiaodie came over at this moment, asking him in a childish voice if it hurt.

Zhen Tian carried Xiao Die back. She, who never liked to interrupt or express her opinions, actually shared her thoughts this time.

"If things continue like this, then leave. Go anywhere, don't stay."

In no time, Bai Qingyu had prepared the medicine and wrapped it all up for him. She also invited him to stay for a meal.

Even a strange little courtyard is better than the village where he has lived for so many years.

Huang wasn't stupid; he could sense what warmth and coldness meant, and what care meant.

Even so, after the meal, Huang insisted on going back. He wanted to go back and settle things with that cultivator in the village.

Huang knew that there was still a cultivator in the village who hadn't left. Recently, he discovered that this cultivator had been bewitching everyone in the village, and he had to expel this guy from the village.

He did heed Bai Qingyu's words.

The reason he got his injuries was partly from trying to persuade people not to believe the monk.

After learning what had happened, Bai Qingyu wanted to offer some advice, but seeing the thick black mist above Huang's head, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to say anything.

If we go back to Huang this time, something big is probably going to happen.

Bai Qingyu couldn't get involved in this matter even if she wanted to; she was afraid that if she did, she would be struck by lightning.

Standing outside the courtyard, Huang bowed deeply to Bai Qingyu, "Thank you, Sister Bai. I will heed your teachings and settle this matter upon my return."

As she turned to leave, tears welled in her eyes, whether from being moved by Bai Qingyu or saddened by the changes in the village, it was unclear.

“He’s bound to get into trouble again when he goes back this time.”

Bai Qingyu shook her head and walked back to the small wooden house.

For the next few days, she kept an eye on everything happening in the village.

After Huang returned, what he wanted to do not only failed, but also aroused public anger.

Her personality has been weak since childhood, so how could Bai Qingyu possibly change it with just a few words?

Just as she said, the situation in Huang could only be changed after experiencing a period of despair.

The village didn't change anything because of the wasteland, but they did stop beating it.