Rarely coming down from the mountain, Bai Yujun wandered about everywhere.
With a great tiger demon as her mount, she encountered none so blind as to actively seek release. Along the way, she passed many evil cultivators and Demonic Cultivators, but Bai cared only for the scenery and paid them little attention.
Even so, those evil and demonic cultivators fortunate enough to encounter a dragon soul seemed unharmed, yet their destinies and fortunes had abruptly changed. Within three to five days, they met violent deaths for all sorts of reasons. Though they had neither attacked nor spoken rudely to the dragon, they were born natural opposites.
Clearly, their fates were not hard enough, and Bai had inadvertently suppressed them to death.
All along the road, who knew how many evil and demonic cultivators had been plagued by misfortune.
This world had no order whatsoever. It was far too chaotic. She often came across slaughter, spell battles, and treasure-snatching. Sometimes she and Fat Tiger could watch the excitement, or leap out at the end to pick up the spoils and make a fortune. Even carving fine meat from a heron's leg was worthwhile—coins were still money.
After walking for two days, she had scarcely seen any normal cultivators. The female cultivator who had previously chanced upon the Chunyang Art was truly rare.
Aside from those fiends who purely cultivated evil arts and demonic techniques, even seemingly normal cultivators knew several evil or demonic arts. They considered only whether a technique was useful and cared nothing for the consequences, practicing pragmatism. It could be considered a characteristic of the Savage Era.
One day, she arrived at a large market town thick with the stench of blood.
The market town had neither walls nor any planning. Centered around a low hill several dozen