The monster meat stalls in Nanyuan City had closed down.
Bai Yujun had been told not to casually visit the Nanyuan Lake war zone. The senior disciples of the Golden Core Stage found it regrettable. In only a few days, there were hardly any Water Monsters left on the demonic side to plague the ships. Fortunately, they did not dare release the remaining Water Monsters either. Perhaps they had realized that sending out Water Monsters below the Golden Core Stage was nothing but sending them to their deaths.
As for demonic beasts and Demonic Monsters above the Golden Core Stage, they had already exceeded the controllable range. Unless they were forcibly beaten down in rank while still alive—but there was little point in doing that.
Bai Yujun's room at the garrison had become a treasury.
Every night, she had to lie sprawled atop heaps of silver to sleep and dream sweet dreams. No one could understand just how much a snake who had been poor for over seventy years loved money. Really, a bed paved with gold would have been far more poetic.
The fighting had eased somewhat lately.
Unable to hunt on the front lines, Bai Yujun found herself something new to do.
Each dawn, after Swallowing Clouds and Exhaling Mist, she brought scriptures aboard a small boat and traveled to the waters where naval battles had taken place to deliver Lost Souls. She delivered not only the souls of humans, but also the souls of the Water Monsters she had killed herself. Though it was a little hypocritical, the results were quite good. At least those places no longer felt so eerie and bleak.
Most importantly, she held rites for Black Bridge.
They had never known each other and had even stood in opposing camps. Even now, Bai