Half a year drifted by in the blink of an eye.
After serving as a front for half a year, Hui Xian and his disciple had finally saved enough silver. Feeling guilty, Bai Yujun gave them another hundred taels of silver before bidding them farewell. Old Hui Xian led Little Stone and the cobra away, returning to repair the ramshackle Bamboo Spring Temple.
Bai Yujun watched for a long while, until the two men and one snake vanished at the end of the road.
Little Stone's promise to go to the seashore and dry salt echoed in her ears.
Over the past half year, she had killed countless disciples of the demonic sects and wiped out more than a dozen dens and devil caves. She had slain over twenty Demonic Cultivators at the Golden Core stage, finally drawing the attention of Nascent Soul old monsters searching for her. Left with no choice, they had parted ways. Bai Yujun needed to lie low for a while.
"Take care."
She silently wished them well, put on her battered straw hat, and turned to walk in another direction.
Bai Yujun excelled at evasion and concealment. Her talent for scraping by was nothing short of divine, making her perhaps the greatest creature in this ancient world at keeping her head down. There was nothing shameful about keeping one's head down. Only those who lived to the end had a chance to contend for victory or defeat. There were far too many dazzling stars; over the years, Bai Yujun had seen countless high-spirited geniuses, only for them to be erased by time in the end. The snake alone was still alive.
The demonic sects committed evil, and the snake had already done everything she could. What remained was humanity's own affair. Before she possessed sufficient