Half a year later.
She extinguished the forge fire, closed the shop, and laid a wooden stick across the door to show she was out.
When demon beasts were not fighting, they were quite simple and honest. A single wooden stick laid across the door served as a lock. No demon beast would risk incurring public wrath by causing trouble at the blacksmith's shop. With weapons and salt, this place had already become a holy land for the demon beasts.
With a bundle stuffed full of odds and ends on her back, she headed toward Melt Heaven Ridge. Demon beasts came forward one after another to bid her farewell, watching the legendary peddler walk away step by step as they looked forward to her return.
After gathering enough materials, Bai Yujun set out once more. For the sake of safety, she feared no hardship.
The outside world was ablaze with conflict. Countless cultivators and masters flocked to the Chaotic Times in search of an opportunity, but Bai Yujun alone stayed far away, placing the safety of her little snake life above all else. Even if there were benefits to be gained, she would not rush into danger.
No treasure in the world was worth more than a snake's life.
Melt Heaven Ridge was inhabited by the Barbarian Tribe, and Central Plains merchant caravans also came and went. She could not expose her identity, so for safety's sake, she had no choice but to travel there step by step, crossing mountains and ridges, fording streams and rivers. Neither wind nor rain could hinder her advancing footsteps.
The morning sun borrowed the color of rouge. As the red sun rose, golden sunlight draped a layer of rosy radiance over the figure on the mountain path...
In the slanting afterglow of sunset, myriad