The Yang residence bustled with people coming and going.
When receiving distinguished guests, Pear Garden arranged dancers and musicians to liven things up. Bai Yujun mingled among them as a qualified dancer, occasionally using her snake instincts to keep that old man from kicking the bucket, hoping to mooch a little pitiful luck from Yang Chen so she could attain fruition.
Whenever she had nothing to do, Bai Yujun secretly climbed over the wall and left the city.
In the Yang residence's rear courtyard, the Chunyang Palace elder responsible for protecting Yang Chen sensed that the Little Snake Demon had climbed over the wall again. He shook his head and stopped paying attention. After all, he could not use the rules for sect disciples to restrain a snake.
She suppressed her own fluctuations, used the jade talisman Yu Rong had given her to conceal her aura, changed into ordinary clothes, and blended into the pedestrians leaving the city.
Once outside, she was like a pig that had squeezed out of its pen, lifting her legs and racing straight for North Mountain.
A splendid opportunity for cultivation lay right before her, yet she did not dare act recklessly. Bai Yujun refused to give up. There would always be a way. Heaven never sealed off every path for a snake. How could she be willing to accept defeat without trying? The earth qi could not be disturbed carelessly, but that did not mean it could not be used. Her goal of becoming an immortal or a god and roaming free had yet to be fulfilled—how could she let such a marvelous opportunity slip away?
Clouds drifted lazily overhead, and the sun shone brightly. Today was fine weather indeed.
In the grass on the hillside, a plump rabbit chewed tender blades of grass