The Demon Saint, actually.
She had already thought of leaving the capital while watching the fireworks fill the sky on New Year's Eve.
There was no other reason.
She was too poor.
The fireworks that night had been beautiful, but they couldn't burn away the embarrassment of having empty pockets.
She had less than a thousand years of Dao Cultivation.
With that little to her name, she might once have managed to make a bit of noise.
But now she had reached the Lotus-Planting Realm.
Want to deduce cultivation techniques? Not enough.
Want to infuse demons and monsters? Not enough.
Staying in Chang'an was certainly comfortable.
But days like these—
For someone like her, who had a panel and desperately needed to kill to make up her shortfall—
They were sheer torture.
It so happened that on the day she went to the General Headquarters for a stroll,
she ran into You Wujiang as he came out, looking troubled.
You Wujiang was certainly talented, but when it came to his wits...
He really was so honest it was rather adorable.
She had only tried to sound him out with a couple of indirect questions.
The foolish lad had immediately blurted out everything he knew, flustered and red-faced.
West Jiangnan Circuit.
A Demon Saint had broken free of its seal, and Demon Kings were gathering.
At those eight words,
Jiang Yuechu's eyes had lit up.
What kind of perilous place was that?
It was a whole ground full of Dao Cultivation.
As for danger?
Before, she might have thought it over.
But now—
She carried the Golden-Winged Peng Clan's Cloud Journey.
If she really ran into danger, could she not outrun it?
With that thought,
Jiang Yuechu gathered her wits.
She stepped forward, passing the anxious You Wujiang,
and faced Lu