Decades ago, Jiangyuan Village produced a successful candidate in the imperial examinations who rose to become an Assistant Minister of Works at court. After retiring in old age and returning to Jiangyuan Village, he led the villagers in planting a grove of willows along the river. From then on, Jiangyuan Village never suffered another flood.
At that moment, the Bèi demon was fleeing in panic through the dense willow grove.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
He cursed under his breath as he ran.
Originally, he had thought that although Kong Wu was powerful, he could at least rely on the Soft Water Robe to hold out until the envoy arrived.
But he had never expected that the treasure that had helped him through countless calamities would be ruined by Kong Wu in just two blows.
Without that Daoist robe, he knew he might not last even a single round before Kong Wu beat him to death.
He knew better than anyone how much of his cultivation was inflated.
If he had not taken refuge with Mother Wusheng and happened to complete a task successfully, earning the reward of a demon core, he would still only be a little demon at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
Seeing the willows grow increasingly sparse, a sliver of hope arose in his heart.
As long as he reached the riverbank, he could rely on another treasure and escape along the river.
A moment later, he ran out of the willow grove.
Under the moonlight, the river flowed slowly, reflecting the galaxy strewn across the heavens.
Drawing a deep breath, he kept his feet moving and charged straight toward the river.
Just as he came within ten steps of the river, his mind suddenly jolted. Without a second thought, he rolled away toward the