Rong Tian followed Qi Yu through the bustling streets of Biramaki City, heading toward the Eastern Market where anything imaginable could be found. It was already late afternoon as the sun cast long shadows across stone-paved roads, but the streets remained bustling with activity that seemed to intensify as evening approached.The voices of vendors could be heard shouting to sell their goods with practiced enthusiasm, while buyers haggled with equally loud voices. The air was filled with the sounds of commerce, creating a symphony of negotiation and trade that spoke of the city's prosperity.The smell of food wafted through the air as food vendors shouted out their offerings with voices hoarse from hours of use. Steamed buns filled with pork and vegetables, hand-pulled noodles in rich broth, and other delicacies competed for the attention of hungry customers.The aromatic scent of steamed buns and dumpling soup filled the air like invisible clouds, tempting Rong Tian's appetite. His s

To complete their journey to Qingyun Mountain, which was not far from Biramaki City, Qi Yu asked Rong Tian to exchange clothes. The evening air had grown cooler as twilight settled over the bustling streets, casting long shadows across stone-paved roads.She stared at Rong Tian with a furrowed brow, her scarred face reflecting concern beneath the flickering light of street lanterns. Her eyes narrowed as if appraising every detail of his appearance with the practiced assessment of someone who understood the importance of proper disguise.After a moment of careful consideration, she finally voiced her opinion with characteristic bluntness. "I know my appearance isn't convincing as a White Sect cultivator with these scars marking my face," Qi Yu said flatly, without expression."But you, even though you look like a scholar or a writer, with your predominantly black attire, you're more suited to be called a little demon of the demon sect." Her words carried no malice, only practical obser

"Wait! Don't kill her!" Rong Tian shouted in a voice filled with worry that echoed through the cramped shop like thunder rolling across distant mountains. His hand reached out desperately, seemingly wanting to stop Qi Yu, but his fingers grasped only empty air.In his mind, Rong Tian never expected that such a trivial matter would escalate into bloodshed so quickly. The shopkeeper's dismissal of Qi Yu as a penniless girl had driven the demonic cultivator to attempt to take the woman's life without hesitation.Rong Tian found this utterly unreasonable, his sense of justice clashing against the harsh reality before him. For him, insults and mockery like this were nothing new since childhood, merely words that stung but left no lasting wounds.However, Qi Yu seemed to have a different way of thinking, one shaped by the cruel path of demonic cultivation. Her worldview was forged in blood and tempered by survival in a world where weakness meant death.However, his warning shout came too la

The night wind blew strongly, carrying with it the scent of earth and withering leaves that spoke of autumn's approach. Maple leaves fell to the ground like drops of blood from the heavens, creating a beautiful red carpet under the dim starlight that barely pierced the thick clouds above.The cold and quiet night seemed to be the loyal companion of Rong Tian and Qi Yu's journey to the peak of Qingyun Mountain. The path ahead stretched before them like a ribbon winding through the darkness, promising both danger and opportunity in equal measure.In fact, the two of them did not encounter any difficulties in climbing the mountain, their disguises proving more effective than expected. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, precisely at the gate of the Pure Sky Sect where torches burned with righteous light, Qi Yu cleverly greeted the sect disciples guarding the entrance."Greetings of Tao to the disciples of the Pure Sky Sect," Qi Yu said in a soft yet confident voice that carrie

As explained earlier, Mo Zhengsheng was an outer court disciple of the Pure Sky Sect who walked the edges of power. Although he was actually part of the Expedition Cultivator organization and worked as a courier delivering goods across dangerous territories, on that night, Mo Zhengsheng joined the Taoist Sect's gathering with ulterior motives burning in his heart.Mo Zhengsheng hoped that by showing his loyalty to the Pure Sky Sect and pleasing the sect leader with his presence, he would reap benefits beyond mere recognition. "At least I'm showing that I want to help the Pure Sky Sect and please the sect leader!" he thought, full of hope that bordered on desperate fantasy.His thoughts were still wandering through corridors of possibility, his fantasies running wild like untamed horses across open plains. "Who knows, if that bat demon's lair is found and it is wiped out, then all the loot I was guarding that night can be returned!" Mo Zhengsheng breathed a sigh of relief as he imagine